The living room held a gentle, expectant hush as Sumayya’s mother walked down the hallway to fetch her. Sumayya took a slow, steadying breath, smoothing the skirt of her dark emerald abaya before stepping into the room. She kept her eyes lowered out of modesty, yet her posture carried the grace of a woman who was grounded in her faith and fully aware of the blessing of this moment.
"Assalamu Alaikum," Sumayya greeted softly, her voice calm and clear.
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