The Search For A Gray Hair
A Short Story
“Are you looking for dandruff?” Yousef joked, walking to Aadila’s side and staring at her reflection through the mirror.
“No,” she stretched the vowel long, furrowing her eyebrows.
“I see you do this same thing every morning. Well, every morning you’re here at home,” he nudged her playfully. “You examine the strands of your hair like you’re…