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My father and a woman usher a girl into the room and gesture for her to sit on the floor across from me. She does as she's told. She's slim and shy and she keeps her head down low.
She doesn't want to look at me, we both know what she's here for.
I look up at my father but he doesn't meet my eyes.
The woman answers, "She is called Jamila." The girl remains wordless.
After an uncomfortable silence, my father speaks up, "Is it him?"
She finally raises her head and glances at me.
And I recognize her, or at least her eyes. I could never forget them. They're frightened, but beautiful.
Finally, she nods.
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