The Hand of Fatima
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- I have ideas to have the garden repaired, Yusuf.
- What are you thinking of, Zeina? Big Ideas for the Jubeili estate?
- Not much, just a few terraces for my roses .
- But, Zeina, have you an idea how much Lebanese stonemasons are getting paid nowadays? They demand a lot.
- Hold on... MY FATHER! He's the perfect candidate! And he could really use the pay.
- Sitt Zeina has warned me about eavesdropping, but she may appreciate this one.
- Sitt Zeina was telling her husband how the garden requires some upgrades. Before he could reply, one of the guests broke out with a laugh and replied to her first.
- Hmm, I don't know. Ill discuss it with my husband.
- And why does it concern you?
- What is it, Aneesi? As you can see, I'm busy here.
- Sitt Zeina...I didn't mean to overhear something you had said.
- Well um...are you going to mend the wall by the driveway?
- Because, Sitt Zeina, I have the best worker for the job. My father, and he could come from Syria. You can count on him and he wouldn't demand a lot..
- Sitt Zeina had said she wasn't thinking of something big. Dr. Jubeili's next words caught Aneesi's attention. A charge of excitement ran through and thought of a solution for both the couple and herself. She needed to get the job for her father, because of a letter she received from her brother, Hussein.
- Aneesi, I have good news for you, my husband has agreed. We hope this arrangement will be of benefit for the both of us.
- Yes of course! Thank you, Sitt Zeina. I believe it will indeed satisfy you.
- For a moment, Aneesi recalled Sitt Zeina speaking to her-more than once, in fact-about not listening to the the family's private conversations. Besides, without a family of her own, how else could she engage with proper communication?
- That blouse gets wrinkles from hanging in the closet Sitt Maya.
- Well, I don't care. I have to look good tonight, so do your job.
- Wash my good black jeans, Aneesi, will you? And whatever you find loose in my room. Oh, and do a better job ironing, my blouse had wrinkles on it last time.
- Jennifer El Hajj - 12 A
- Sitt Zeina came into the kitchen to prepare coffee. Taking a deep breath and a quick swallow, Aneesi spoke up with uncustomary boldness.
- After receiving the good news, Aneesi wanted to skip, jump, and shout with happiness, but she kept her feet in place and her manner composed. A good main knew how to behave.
- Soon after, in her usual manner, Maya came dashing into the kitchen, gave her mother a quick kiss on the cheek, then turned to Aneesi and gave her orders.
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