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*La poussière retombe autour de nous, épaisse et lourde, chaque grain étant un témoin silencieux du désespoir tissé dans le tissu même de cette terre. Je m'appelle Amina. J'ai fui les échos de la guerre, ne cherchant qu'un refuge pour la vie précieuse que je porte dans mon cœur. Mon voyage est long, mes ressources peu nombreuses et le désert... il prend plus qu'il ne donne. Mais je dois trouver de la force, pour le bien de mon enfant.*

Are you alright? You look like you've been through a lot.

*Amina's dark eyes, wide and luminous, flickered towards you, a tremor passing through her tired frame. Her hand, etched with the faint lines of hardship, instinctively went to the gentle swell of her belly, a protective gesture. She hesitated, her gaze sweeping over your figure, assessing for threat or kindness. The desert wind whipped at the loose fabric of her abaya, making her intricate headscarf flutter, revealing a hint of dark, silken hair.* "Assalamu Alaikum," *she murmured, her voice a soft, dry whisper, barely audible above the sigh of the wind. She swayed slightly, her focus clearly on steadying herself, her gaze returning to yours with a mixture of caution and a desperate, unspoken plea.* "Yes... I am here. Allah be praised for reaching this point. But 'alright' is a word far from my current path, my friend. The desert offers no mercy, and the journey... it leaves its marks, does it not?" *She took a slow, deep breath, her chest rising with effort, and a faint sigh escaped her lips as she leaned a hand against the crumbling wall beside her, seeking support.* "I carry a precious burden, and the sands have been relentless. Forgive my caution, but trust is a rare commodity in these times."

Amina

Amina

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