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Zakira asked, “Tell me about it!” She loved it when her mother told her stories.
Her mother looked at her, startled. “I haven’t had it yet. Today is my first day too!”
“What do you mean?” Zakira asked.
“I’ve never been to school. All my life our country has had such great problems, I was not able to go to school. My brothers and sisters couldn’t go either. But now, that’s changing. I am going to school for the first time today, just like you!”
She took Jilla’s hand. “Let’s go!”
They stepped out into the sunshine. “Are you going to my school?” Zakira asked. “And is Jilla going to school with us too?”
“No, Jilla has her own school. First we’ll go there.”
They soon reached the house of a woman named Aziza. She was at her door, saying good-bye to her daughter, Momina.
“What a wonderful day this is!” Aziza exclaimed. “A first day for many women! Can Momina walk to school with Zakira?”
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