11 eyes as my mother entered the room. “This boy is all the company I have; I have no one else,” she said, her voice breaking. My father, compassionate yet pragmatic, turned to my mother. “Here is your daughter, Mariam. If she agrees, she can let you have Sultan for a few days to keep your company. Hopefully, things will settle down, God willing.” “I have no objections to that,” my mother replied softly. “Alright then, let’s get going. Come along, children,” my grandmother said, gathering her resolve. “Hold on, Hamda. The car will take you to Dubai,” my father interjected, handing
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