The night stretched endlessly as Haseena drove her car, her forehead bandaged with nothing more than her blood-soaked rumaal. She barely noticed the sting of her wounds. What echoed inside her, louder than any pain, were her mami's words:
"Tu hai hi manhoos... pehle apne maa baap ko kha gayi..."
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