Maryam let go of Najah and did not take it back, even when it was hard.
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It was Ramaḍān.
The house felt quieter than usual.
Maryam held Najah tightly.
Najah was her wooden camel.
It was small.
But it was special to her.
Her Abī had given it to her.
She did not like anyone else touching it.
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Amina stood in front of her.
“Can I play with Najah?” Amina asked.
Page 3
Maryam’s hands squeezed the camel.
She did not want to share.
Her heart told her to pull Najah back.
Her arms wanted to hide it.
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It was Ramaḍān.
The house felt quieter than usual.
Maryam held Najah tightly.
Najah was her wooden camel.
It was small.
But it was special to her.
Her Abī had given it to her.
She did not like anyone else touching it.
