Amatullah Abdullah

In her bedroom, Saleema was sitting on her bed, staring at the beautiful red sari with rich jardosi embroidery on the borders.

“Saleema baaji … Saleema baaji!” Sabeera sounded excited as she entered Saleema’s room.

“Baaji, guess what?!” The excitement in her tone was increasing.

“Papa has agreed to take me on Hajj after your wedding.”

Saleema forced a light smile and said in a low voice, “Oh, that’d be good, Sabeera. I’m happy for you.”