The Magic Anklet
Somaya: Roshni: Somaya: Anahita: Roshni: Somaya: Anahita: Roshni: Somaya: Roshni: Anahita: Roshni: Somaya: Roshni: Somaya:
Roshni and I are going to marry rich men. And in order to do that, we must have hands that are beautiful . Hands that have never done a spot of work! But what about my hands? Shouldn’t they stay beautiful, too?
(Roshni and Somaya burst out laughing.)
Your hands can do work… because you’re never going to get married! I’m not? Of course , you’re not. You’re the youngest . You’ll be our maid for the rest of your life!
No, I won’t! I won’t do it! Temper, temper, Anahita! We are your elders.
And you must respect your elders. So you have to do what we say.
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