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read it in silence. He looked up at Sakina, and for the first time, there was no authority in his eyes.
The day of the hearing, Hadja Ramatou insisted on going.
“You are weak,” Sakina said.
The courtroom was full. Neighbors, relatives, curious strangers. Ousman sat with Mariama, his face hard. Ibrahima sat behind them, shoulders continue reading …
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