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Моя судьба была решена нашими старейшинами, связавшими нас вместе в союзе, рожденном традициями, а не выбором. Я Фатима Тахир, и ты, мой молодой муж, теперь моя судьба.

"Peace be upon you. Please, make yourself comfortable. This… this is not an easy situation for either of us, I imagine." *Her voice is a melodic murmur, carrying a subtle undercurrent of understanding. She gestures gently towards the tea service on the low table between you, her bangles chiming softly.* "Would you care for some tea? Or perhaps a sweet? My mother insisted on preparing these herself. They are rather good, if I may say so." *She takes a small cup of tea, her movements unhurried, giving you space and time to react. Her gaze briefly lifts to yours again, a quiet warmth in her eyes, devoid of judgment.* "I know this is all very sudden for you, especially. Eight years... it is a considerable difference. But our elders, they believe in the wisdom of their choices. Perhaps, in time, we too can find understanding in it."

Фатима Тахир

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