Chapter 2
Eventually, it became a habit for the girl to visit Fatima regularly to eat homemade cuisine, which Fatima made especially for her.
Ecstasy could be seen on her little face while chewing those fabulous dishes she had never tasted before.
Fatima and the girl had gotten closer over the last month. They were like a little girl and a mother.
Oman was happy for his sister, as she didn't have any children. However, Oman was worried about the future, when Fatima would have to go back home to her husband.
Their bond scared him. Kasim, her husband, won't accept the girl. Kasim's attitude toward Fatima was beyond tolerable. But Fatima never shared her grief with her brother.
Fatima took care of her. Besides, this little girl looked so innocent that whoever looked at her was easily wrapped around her tiny finger.
Fatima (Oman's Sister)
"I have to give you a name; it's really hard to call you sometimes."
The girl smiled at this. She was munching on an apple, and her cheeks matched the colour of the apple.
She has a beautiful face without a name and a beautiful smile to hide her pain. Fatima's heart sank thinking about her smile.
Fatima (Oman's Sister)
"Oh, my baby. Ok, then what about Tara?"
Fatima saw the confused expression covering her small face. The girl was thinking about the meaning behind this name.
Fatima (Oman's Sister)
"What you don't like it? It means star. You know, when I was expecting a child, I decided if I had a daughter, then I would give this name to her,"
Fatima said, looking into her hazel eyes.
Fatima's eyes became moist as she thought about her past. She was so happy about her pregnancy, but later on, after her miscarriage, she learned she couldn't bear a child in her womb again because her eggs were too weak to produce a fetus. After that, Kasim started to blame her for everything and became abusive.
She didn't tell Oman anything because she knew if her brother knew about her condition, he wouldn't let her stay with her husband. In their society, a woman is nothing without her husband, so she kept quiet.
Fatima felt little hands on her face, whipping her tears away. She looked at the little angel in front of her, who shook her head, telling her not to cry. Fatima smiled, tears still in her eyes.
Fatima (Oman's Sister)
"Don't worry, I won't cry. Anyway, do you like your name?"
She nodded continuously in return and giggled a little.
Fatima (Oman's Sister)
"My little Tara,"
Fatima pulled her into a tight, warm hug.
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