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AMMA (53)

Huma typed furiously till her fingers hurt. No amount of work could distract her from the loss of her daughter. India´s daughter, some of them called her that. If there was any learning from this catastrophe that occurred six months ago, it was this.

“India´s daughter!”

Oh! How she detested those two words. For Huma, Faiza was simply her daughter and hers alone.

(To be continued)

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