It was late on the evening of 5 September 2013. Mom and Dad had gone out, and when they got home I was already in bed. Mom brought washing to my room, I told her it’s not mine, it’s Fadeelah’s. With almost every item the conversation went something like: “No, that’s not mine, it’s Fadeelah’s”; “That’s not mine either, Fadeelah’s”; “Ok this one is mine”; “That’s also hers” Mom joked and said “Is that all her stuff? So when Fadeelah gets married and moves out...

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