assistant folded the sweater, tucked it on a back rack and apologized. Red Lips joined her friends further into the store to look for an alternative.
Marwan approached Nadia. âIs Omar coming home for Eid?â
âHe called yesterday and said he wasnât granted a break.â She knotted her eyebrows. âCan you believe that? Itâs Eid! Everyone takes a vacation.â
âThe academy has its own schedule. They canât let everyone go home at once.â He shoved his hands in his pockets when he caught the others staring at them. âDoes your family need anything?â
âNo, thank you.â She passed him. âI have to get home. Are you girls done?â
The one with smudged eyelids pulled on Nadiaâs arm. âDo you know him?â
He stepped closer and answered before Nadia could say anything. âIâm friends with her brother. And for that, you all get a good discount.â
The girls snatched scarves, blouses, and cardigans off hangers and piled them on the counters with enthusiasm, as if competing in a race. They giggled and babbled about patterns, trendy colors and styles, making more noise. Nadia hung in the background, her hands occupied with her books. She met Marwanâs gaze and quickly looked away. Her self-composed smile lit up his entire store.
Nadia walked into the house and took off her shoes, her feet in need of a hot soaking. The smell of freshly baked sweets filled the living room. She went into the kitchen. Mama was sitting on the floor with Salma and Farah. Oven trays filled with date-stuffed cookies were spread around them.
Mama lifted her head, sweat glistening on her neck. âFinally, youâre here. Quick, come clean the kitchen. Your sisters made a big mess.â
âIf I had known you were going to bake
maâmoul
all afternoon, I would not have gone with my friends to Souk Elhamedieh.â
âHuda was helping and then she rushed out for work, mumbling something about a new client not from around here. I expect she will be late tonight. Did you have a good time?â
âIt was crazy crowded.â Nadia changed out of her uniform and sent her sisters to play at the neighborsâ. She got to work, ignoring her achingfeet. Mama baked the last batch of
maâmoul
and went to wash, leaving her to clean greasy trays and flour-covered counters. She was about to sweep the floor when the doorbell rang.
A young boy stood before her, bundles of brown paper in his hands. âDelivery from Omar Bakry.â
âWait here.â Nadia dashed to the kitchen, wrapped a handful of cookies in a clean towel and returned to the boy. She took his load and handed him coins with the dessert. âThank you.â
Mama came out of her room, showered and dressed in a clean dress. âWho was it?â
âOmar sent gifts, Mama. Can you believe it? He couldnât come, but didnât forget to send Eid gifts.â Nadia unwrapped the top bundle. âLook at these shirts.â
Mama held a shirt in each hand. âPerfect for your father and Shareef.â
Nadia opened the rest of the packages one by one. âThis blouse fits Huda, I think. Dresses for Salma and Farah. And this scarf must be for you.â She opened the last gift. Her hands shook as she pulled out a fuchsia sweater. She dropped on a chair, her heart doing somersaults behind her ribs.
Mama fingered the items. âHow do you think Omar managed this?â
Nadia blinked. âItâs possible he asked his friend Marwan Barady to send them.â
âOmar must have been saving for a while. He thinks of everything, that boy.â Mama tried the scarf around her shoulders. âIf Marwan picked them out, he has good taste.â
Nadia buried her flaming face in the fine sweater. âYes, Mama. He does.â
16
At the academy, Omar received word from Uncle Mustafa that Shareefâs marriage contract was scheduled for the following day.
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