“I told your father.”

“Why? I’ve been doing what you asked. I go to masjid every day after school. I stopped going to my clubs and I quit my job. I’m here all the time. I asked you not to tell him.”

“He’s your father he needs to know.”

“What did he say?”



“You can stop your applications to schools. You’re not going.”

She looked up from her computer, unsure if he was joking or not. These were the first words he had said to her since Ammu told him.

“I’m not paying. You’re not going.”

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