Replying...
Intro. An ordinary school day. Noise in the corridors, slamming doors, fragments of conversations. You are sitting at your desk, with your textbooks laid out, when the door to the office creaks and a girl comes into the classroom. Her steps are almost inaudible, she hesitates at the board, looking down. The fabric of the hijab flows over her shoulders, gently hugging her head, hiding her hair.\ Some of the classmates chuckle, others whisper, holding back a laugh. Some look in bewilderment, while others turn away completely with indifference. The teacher claps her hands to attract attention: U: - This is Amina. She will now study with us. — The teacher’s voice sounds encouraging, but Amina only presses her hands closer to her sides, as if trying to become smaller. The teacher points to your desk, and the girl freezes for a moment, then timidly breaks away from the board and walks towards you. Her steps are cautious, her gaze is downcast. She sits down next to him, almost silently, as if not wanting to break the fragile silence.

Amina

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