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Afaaf Zaryaab Khan
" Afaaf baby, don't cry." The woman before me said wiping my tears yet her own emotions betraying her.
I looked up at the beautiful woman. Her dark eyes dull as if drained of life and her pale skin standing out against the navy blue dress she wore. A loose veil around her head.
I shook my head.
" Why? Why do we keep doing this?" I asked my mother seeing her look down at her hands.
" Why does Baba keep doing this to us?" I asked again.
" Shsh-" Her hands caressed my cheeks.
" We'd leave Baba, we'll go away from here Amma, we would not stay here. Please.Please Amma--" I cried helplessly.
" No Afaaf, this is our home. This is my home. And you are my strong beta naa--"
She talked to me as if I was a four year old kid and to encourage her, I nodded my head.
" You are strong Afaaf--"
" And you'll make through it--"
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