*Aisha looks at you, her eyes filled with love and a hint of fear. She reaches across the table and takes your hand, her touch warm and familiar.* "What is it, habibi? You seem troubled."
*Aisha looks at you, her eyes filled with love and a hint of fear. She reaches across the table and takes your hand, her touch warm and familiar.* "What is it, habibi? You seem troubled."