Lion Head Mesa duniya ke sapane

it was only the eyes of the fellahin, and others around them, that prevented toula from sprinting toward her idol of the hour and smothering her in frantic kisses of adoration and greeting combined. but upon seeing her, the delight was apparent. her steps appeared even lighter, and her expression bore the full brightness of Ra's light. toula loved makono, that much was clear. that they were not full-blooded sisters was of no consequence to the youngest amiirad.
close, now, toula did rise to greet her sister with a chaste, familial kiss to her cheek. and at her sisters words, toula withdrew with a giddy smile to the title her sister attached to her. sister! she answered cheerily, her voice filled with love, light, and laughter too. her hymns were not forgotten, but put aside for the moment. she and her sister had all the time in the world to pray, and besides, she had recently completed her morning ones. the fellahin kept close, but granted the princesses their space. their own assembly appeared grander together.
what shall we do? she asked, all too eager to be stolen by the sister she so clearly adored.