Desperate Housewives

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Aliyah’s mother sat outside the small mud house, staring into space, thinking about that which she was about to do. In her arms was the small Waheed who was sucking away at his mother’s bosom, unaware of the things going on around him. At her feet, tugging at the big wrapper, was Aliyah herself, just a couple of years older than her baby brother. She looked down at tugging Aliyah, collected her wrapper from her and resumed her thinking.
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