“It’s Afra,” she says wearily. “My name is Afra. Your name is Khawlah. It’s not hard to call people by…
That’s my cue. Tucking my gum into the corner of my mouth to save for later, I step out of…
A fantasy in two parts by Faeza Ashraf, in which Afra insists on her own name and Khawlah learns to hear it.
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