19 matriarch, she stepped forward, speaking to Naser with an unexpected kindness. “Let Ghanim visit me from time to time,” she pleaded. Naser, perhaps swayed by her gentle tone, agreed. Then, turning his gaze to me, he inquired, “And who is this boy?” My grandmother replied, “This is Sultan, the son of my daughter Mariam bint Ghanim.” Naser al-Marri’s eyes glinted with mischief. “Give him to us as well to keep Ghanim company,” he suggested. Indignation flashed across my grandmother’s face as she glanced around,
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