“Did you not hear? Halima had a child not two months ago. She is still in confinement.” Lada could not help the gasp that escaped her. “Murad’s new son is Halima’s?” “Oh yes. She was violently ill all nine months of carrying him, and then nearly died giving birth. He is the ugliest infant I have ever laid eyes on. He never stops crying. Halima has never been happier.”
