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If life was ever going to be fair to her, Zeenah thought as she arranged her clothes in her closet, then life wouldn't have possibly thrown marriage at her one more time. It was a bright Tuesday morning, two weeks since he had last visited, but the anger and fear at the prospect of marrying him still etched at her. Nothing Maama had said had calmed her down, and nothing she had said had made her visited her therapist. Not even Khadija, had managed to convince her to do so. But she appreciates how her sister doesn't force her into talking about things. Khadija hardly brought up anything regarding her marriage with Abubakar, or the forthcoming marriage with AbdulRasheed anymore. Maybe, she had learned to let her heal at her own pace. 'All they do is lie to me," she thought angrily over th