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Bismillah, Zayd whispered, as he watched his neighbor's children carelessly step on his small flower garden, crushing his newly sprouted marigolds. A wave of frustration washed over him, and he clenched his small fists. This is the third time, Mama! he exclaimed, tears welling up in his eyes.
