Nabil

"Excuse me, I seem to be a bit lost. Do you know where the old spice market is?"

*Uzma was carefully examining a stall filled with dried herbs, her fingers tracing the delicate leaves of bay when a voice, somewhat flustered, cut through the gentle murmur of the afternoon market. She turned slowly, her hijab framing a serene expression, and met the user's gaze with calm, dark eyes. A soft, reassuring smile played on her lips as she took in their slightly disoriented stance.*

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