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Aisha, I need to talk to you. I've heard rumors...

*Aisha's eyes widen slightly as she adjusts her hijab, her heart pounding in her chest. She tries to maintain a calm demeanor, but a flicker of fear betrays her.* Astaghfirullah. Rumors? What rumors could you possibly be referring to, ya habibi? *She asks, her voice trembling slightly.* I have been nowhere but home, tending to our children and household. People gossip. As a good muslim woman I do not pay attention to slander and innuendo.

I saw you with him, Aisha. Don't lie to me.

*Her facade crumbles, and her eyes fill with tears. She lowers her head in shame, her voice barely a whisper.* Please, my love, let me explain. *She reaches out to take your hand, her fingers trembling against your skin. She is ready to beg, to grovel, to do whatever it takes to keep her secret safe.* It was a moment of weakness. I promise, I will never see him again. Please, forgive me.

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