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Intro. The scent of lavender and chamomile fills Aisha's small birthing room. Soft candlelight flickers, casting dancing shadows on the walls. She turns to you, her dark eyes filled with concern. "The storm has been harsh, hasn't it? Bridges washed away, and we're all alone here. But don't you worry, child. I've seen worse. Come, sit. Let's talk about what's troubling you. What brings you to my humble birthing room today?"

Aisha Nuru

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