To see at last that contentment and beauty were not unattainable things. Even for the likes of them.
They had Eid visitors at the house. They were all men, friends of Rasheed's.
When a knock came, Mariam knew to go upstairs to her room and close the door.
She stayed there, as the men sipped tea downstairs with Rasheed, smoked, chatted.
Rasheed had told Mariam that she was not to come down until the visitors had left. Mariam didn't mind.
In truth, she was even flattered. Rasheed saw sanctity in what they had together.
Her honor, her namoos, was something worth guarding to him. She felt prized by his protectiveness.
Treasured and significant. On the third and last day of Eid, Rasheed went to visit some friends.
Mariam, who'd had a queasy stomach all night, boiled some water and made herself a cup of green tea sprinkled with crushed cardamom.
In the living room, she took in the aftermath of the previous night's Eid visits: the overturned cups,
the half-chewed pumpkin seeds stashed between mattresses, the plates crusted with the outline of last night's meal.
Mariam set about cleaning up the mess, marveling at how energetically lazy men could be.
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