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Zayn kept her eyes lowered as she walked, her heart thumping. She could
feel the disapproving stares of the villagers like needles along her spine.
Quickening her pace, she prayed her body would cooperate today.
Please. Not now. Don’t let it happen now.
The basket against her hip slipped in her sweaty grip, and she paused to
shift it. She tugged at her headscarf, carefully tucking any errant strand of
hair back beneath the cloth. Lifting her gaze just a fraction, she saw Maha,
the baker’s wife, standing alone in front of her husband’s house, and
exhaled in relief. Bread was the last item on her list. She could rush home
after this and be done with the people of Rafaniya—for now.
“Good day, Madam Maha,” Zayn mumbled, staring at the ground.
“Good day, Zayn.” The woman’s tone was polite but cold. “You’ve come
for bread this morning?”
“Yes, madam.” She raised her head sharply upon hearing someone exit
the house and saw Maha’s daughters sit on stools nearby, their eyes on
Zayn. Jahida and Basmah were around Zayn’s age, and they’d made their
contempt of Zayn very clear in the past. They smiled venomously at her
now.
“Good day, Zayn,” they said in unison, their voices honeyed.
The buzz in her ears was like a sea of approaching locusts, soft at first,
growing louder by the second. Her vision shimmered, as though the world
had been sprinkled with stardust. The blood surged in her veins, rushing,
flowing, filling.
Oh God. Please, not now. Zayn clenched her jaw, panicking. She could
not control it, regardless of how hard she tried. It consumed her in waves.
“Basmah,” Jahida said to her sister, watching Zayn through the corner of
her eye, “have you heard the latest gossip?”
“No, what is it?” Basmah widened her eyes in mock excitement.
The sound in Zayn’s head was a roar now, the shimmer edged with a
greenish haze. She could feel the basket breaking between her fingers, even
as she loosened her grip.
“Rumor has it that Sharif intends to marry Zayn,” Jahida said, a hand on
her chest. “Can you believe it? The village headman’s son, marrying the
daughter of a—”
“Hold your tongues, you two,” Maha barked at them as she carried the
bread from the house to Zayn.
It was too late. The basket, made of sturdy willow shoots, crumbled like
brittle leaves, crushed between Zayn’s arm and her body. Lost within this
strange, urgent burst of strength, she could only turn and run. Even as she
tried to stop her feet, she could feel them struggling to fly. The laughter of
the girls echoed in her head, and her heart seemed to stop beating
altogether. The world was a blur of motion, a passing flash.
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