Chapter 47

Nour Khalil smoothed her silk dress and adjusted her handbag, trying to maintain an air of dignity as she sat with her circle of friends at the park. The morning sun was pleasant, but the conversation quickly turned caustic. "Hey, Nour, how is your son-in-law, Tariq, lately?" a woman in a flamboyant, patterned dress asked, leaning in with a sharp glint in her eyes. "I heard he's making deliveries now. Is that true? It must be so difficult for your family to have a manual laborer for a son-in-law." Nour's...