PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria “Where is that boy?” Hassan demanded. “I sent your son to your father,” Um-Ali responded from below. Her voice was calm in the way that often enraged him. As if she’s talking to a baby, he fumed. “What were you thinking?!” he exploded. “You know I need him … Continue reading Market Day
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