Chapter Five
Rabia
“What’s wrong, Rabia?” Si Fu asked.
Rabia blinked and focused her eyes on her teacher, sitting across from her on the floor. “I’m doing something wrong?”
“Are you?” he countered.
She didn’t know how to answer that; she was sure she had been practicing her breathing correctly.
“What are you feeling?” Si Fu asked.
“Relaxed?”
“Hmm.” He was fussing with his clothes, adjusting the cuffs of his worn old shirt. He didn’t have to say out loud that he didn’t believe her; it was clear enough.
“Well, my head aches, I’m not sure why. And my eyes are achy, too,” she admitted.
“Silly girl,” Si Fu said. “When I told you to focus on the end of your nose, I meant focus your mind, not your eyes.”
“How do I look at the end of my nose with my mind?” Rabia asked.
“Not look—focus!
