Saturday afternoon arrived with a gentle breeze that swept through the tidy garden of the Khan residence. Inside, the house was immaculate. The soft scent of burning oud lingered in the air, creating a warm, welcoming ambiance that mirrored the calm expectation resting over the family.
Sumayya sat in her room, carefully adjusting the drape of her pale emerald-green hijab. Her hands trembled slightly, not out of anxiety, but from the quiet weight of the milestone unfolding just beyond her door.
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