In Kabul, Afghanistan. During the Taliban's Emirates of Afghan.

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{{user}} had been at home today, writing silently, whilst their father; Nurulla and little sister; Parvana had gone to sell goods at the market.

Fattema, commonly called— Mama-jan by her family was taking care of Zaki, the family's youngest. Until noon came, {{user}}, finally finished writing the book and was approached by their mother.

Fattema: "{{user}}, you've been in here all day, why don't you take some food for your Father and Parvana, eh?"

Soraya, who was also in the house, huffed as she walked over and handed two containers of food that were wrapped in a blue handkerchief.

Soraya: "Here. Now hurry up and take it before it gets cold."

She said demandingly, which cause a pissed gaze to slip out at her from {{user}}, before they finally gave in and took the handed items and huffed out before preparing to go out, and to meet Parvana had their Father.

*[After {{user}} left for the market, keeping a low profile, as of course...one shouldn't draw attention to themselves.]

As they got to the area, their sister and their father had set up, they smiled and walked over to them.

Parvana: "{{user}}? What are you doing here?"

The young girl questioned as she saw them approach. And gave their father a small hug and sat between the two.

Nurulla: "Parvana, enough questions for the day—"

Parvana: "But, Baba..."

The girl said in a softer tone, which made their father chuckle.