All of an out of the blue, Fatima pulled at my shirt. At first I thought she was trying to attract my attention, then I realised she was pulling it to see if I had anything on underneath. I was glad I'd put on a T-shirt under the long-sleeved shirt: modesty itself. Umm Tahir smirked at me and their mother told Fatima off - but she didn't seem much chastened. When Alia and I had had the knicker show, it just made me laugh. This made me furious. And I was furious for not having any words to express my fury. I got up, nodded politely at the old woman and walked out.
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''Yan, come here.'' Alia was standing behind me. I told myself to grow up and follow her back in. I hadn't been long; for all anyone knew, I'd only been to the toilet.
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