The Hand of Fatima
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- I got them mama, it's all good now!
- Seriously Maya! That girl is so careless, can't even take care of her money!
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- That would be a dream come true. I could take care of my family and for once, myself.
- Thank you, Mr. Iskandar.
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- Aneesi, I've been thinking.. You could take a commercial course at YWCA in Beirut, that way you could get a real job instead of being a maid forever. You got the potential for it.
- Aneesi left her work in the kitchen and went into Maya's room where she collected the clothes. The sound of voiced from the direction of the door startled her, it was Maya and Sitt Zeina.
- That's good my daughter, Fareed would want to have a wife who does more than cook.
- He wants a girl from the village, daughter. And he knows you're a good and a smart girl.
- I have good news for you my daughter! A man from the village, a good one, has asked for your hand. He's around thirty and never been married before. He comes from a respected family, and he's almost ideal.
- Papa I'm learning English with Mr. Iskandar and-
- But papa.. why doesn't he marry a woman from Safita? Why me?
- Then came a break that Aneesi looked forward to: her lessons with Iskandar, a few afternoons a week. Today he greeted her with a chuckle as he heard about his sister's "treasure" her black jeans. Then they got to work.
- Mr. Iskandar took me with him to Beirut and I got you something, my daughter. It's known as The Hand of Fatima. Not very bid, but it will protect you and give you good luck
- Papa...papa, thank you! But...how could you afford it?
- Yes, I know. But don't worry. Dr. Jubeili gave me my first pay day today and I wanted to get you something nice. The rest of the pay is with me, I assure you.
- After a day's ride from Syria in a battered old taxi, Aneesi's father arrived, tired and rumpled. Aneesi was thrilled to him-and in the next instant, worried. He had grown so thin last time she saw him.
- Well...this is what happened. Now, I had forgotten my cell phone since Iskandar kept on making me nervous, and I didn't want to put take my purse and box of sweets you gave me, so I put them on the garden wall for just a minute, while-
- Well.. Maya, show me what you bought. Did you find a nice purse and good shoes for your cousin's wedding?
- No. I didn't have enough money..
- What do you mean, Maya?! I gave you two hundred-thousand-pound notes, enough for a decent pair of shoes and a purse. Now, what happened?
- Jennifer El Hajj - 12 A
- As soon as they were alone, on the terrace. Aneesi father hugged her again, then they got to chatting.By the end of their conversation, Aneesi whispered her last words and returned to the kitchen.
- He said he'll wait for you. This is a chance for us, daughter, you'd be stupid not to take it.
- Papa I'm not even fifteen yet!
- Yes, Papa..
- For most of July, Aneesi father worked on the Jubeilis' garden walls. And to her luck, Maya had left for a visit. One evening, Aneesi father came to her in the kitchen, with a crinkled smile on his face, and handed Aneesi a plastic box that held The Hand of Fatima.
- A few days later, Maya came back from the seaside resort. In the late afternoon, she sat with her mother on the balcony, while Aneesi served them lemonade. Throughout the conversation between her and her mother, Maya felt hesitant of saying something in Aneesi's presence, so, Sitt Zeina sent her to the kitchen.
- Aneesi! You have plenty to do in the kitchen. We'll call you when we need you.
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