In the dim light glimmering from an oil lamp, Mother saw an unusual sight — a pout and a frown on Fatima’s angelic face. Mother was unable to digest the rarity of the event — Fatima was behaving irascibly, and that too for a new frock? She never behaved this way, what has happened to my little girl, Mother wondered in suppressed anguish. Adding to her surprise worry here was the strange insistence of her girl on not providing any convincing reason for so extravagant an expense. Why, forget convincing, Fatima insisted that she need not provide any reason at all, and that she wanted a new frock for the upcoming wedding reception simply because she wanted it. [Read the rest...] “Fatima’s Frock | Sharjeel”