Ayesha at Last

by Uzma Jalaluddin

Ayesha burst out laughing at the thought of her grandmother, who didn’t leave the house most days, investigating crimes and running after bad guys. Nani lifted her chin, offended. “Don’t laugh. I would have been very good at it too, except Allah decided I should be a mother first. A woman plays many roles in her life, and she must learn to accept them as they come. Men are not so flexible,” she said, a half smile on her lips. “That’s why it’s important to find someone who complements you, rani. Someone to dream with you.”