“Mom, are you saying that you didn’t identify Aba’s body yourself?” Rami asked her mother. There were a few seconds of silence, and then she responded, “We agreed not to tell anyone. They did it for me. They said her body was more than half burnt and mostly unrecognisable. They initially identified her from her bag at the scene, which contained her ID. And the parts of her clothing that weren’t fully burnt matched the descriptions we sent out on …
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Thirty minutes later, Rami was on her way back home. Nobody had been able to tell her anything new. The only intriguing piece of information was the one Seth had given her. Before she fell asleep …
Rama looked nervous again when she asked Nafisa, “You want to tell her everything, then? All of it?” Nafisa nodded. “I do. The time feels right.” I wondered what other disclosure would have Rama so anxious …
I was still reeling when Nafisa inevitably found me in her garden twenty minutes later. She sat beside me on the bench – the one we had brought from our old garden – for a few …
At one point, in the evening of the day of the funeral, when most of the guests had left and only mostly family remained, lounging in the sitting room with their 4th or 5th bottle of …
My teacher came as promised. She was a young woman in her early twenties called Miss Jenny, and although she was very sweet and patient, it was rough at first. I couldn’t grasp what she was …
“Why is everyone afraid of you?” I asked again, drawing their attention. “You weren’t,” she hedged. “You kept bothering me until I gave in.” I laughed. “That is why I don’t understand. You have good energy.” …
My internal nervous wreck was not over. I listened with half an ear as Mr Anderson bombarded us with stories about the mines and how much better he was doing than all the neighbours’ mines. I …
When they were ready to leave, my mother patted the space on the bed next to her and invited me to come and sit closer. “How have the bedroom activities between you and your husband been?” …
Two months and two weeks after I became a wife, my mother and aunt came to visit. They gushed over the house, as I knew they would. My mother could hardly tear her eyes away from …
“Why don’t you like me?” I asked Nafisa sadly, moving closer instead. Her eyes widened, and she asked in surprise. “Is that what you think? That I don’t like you?” Her response confused me. She had …