Letting my eyes adjust to the dim light inside the simple Nubian home, I greeted Zaheen and took my place on the bed between her and my friend. She rested her dark, weathered hand on mine. “Where have you been?” Zaheen’s granddaughter, Nala asked me. I turned to answer when I felt a cold spritz on the back of my neck. Shocked I turned toward Zaheen just as she...
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