A Beauty Parlour for Swansby Hanan Al Shaykh

At last I entered Kensington Gardens. I'd been waiting to go there for weeks, but I'd been afraid to trick my mother and brother into letting me out of the flat alone. I was worried my brother would catch me and that I would stutter when I speak to the boy and he would notice how my right temple throbbed and how shy I was in front of men. In a blink of an eye I was through the gates, which I had often gazed down at from the window at the flat. But instead of breathing a sigh of relief, I panicked. Kensington Gardens was an endless green desert...

(Bi-lingual version: English and Arabic)

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