The Rawalpindi Mothers

      A mother’s example must be of the utmost perfection, Farazeen repeated her mantra. A few strands of hair escaped onto her forehead from under her hijab. She jammed them back underneath the silky fabric, frustrated. Disappointment swelled for her careless job in fastening her hair that day. The perfumed laundry detergent she’d... Continue Reading →

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