She sat silently on the bed she thought of hers, in the room they said was hers. But all she could recognize in the room were her clothes and the portraits Nasir sent to her today. She hld the journal to her chest and stared at the set of trolleys lined up for her at the other side of the room. They were the lefe, the traditional gifts of clotes coming from a groom to his bride. But her own lefe was practically bought together with her, because it was Mama that bought it all.
She yawned and felt sleepy all of a sudden, Fatima had stayed with her until it was 9:30pm and it had been an hour since she left. Aisha pulled out the bedside drawer and placed the journal before she looked around the room. Slowly, she walked to the bathroom and had her bathe before she walked out with her hair dre
