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I see her lying on the bed holding in all the pain that was surging through her forehead region right now.
She said it was nothing, but she always had this thing in her. Hiding things that hurt her the most.
But didn't she know? I could look right through her.
Even though her eyes were closed and slight tears crumbling drown her delicate cheeks, I could feel her pain. Was this really necessary?
It was. That's what Ammi, Najma and Zoya herself had told me. She said she'd rather die than bear the gaze of on lookers. I had to let her do this.
The woman by her side held her instrument tighter and Zoya yelped. I flinched. That was it. I couldn't let this go on any longer.
I marched up to her and yelled,
"Why do you have to do your eyebrows if it hurts that much?!"
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