The Rawalpindi Mothers

  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 switched to recently was causing the skin around her neck and chin irritation. She slapped... Continue Reading →


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