Nora could've written this script... 🤨

He took her hands at the wrists and removed them from where she clutched at his throbe. 

"She is a member of the House of Jaquir. The fact that your blood runs through her veins is 

only more reason for her to be separated and properly trained before her 

betrothal to Kadeem al-Misha."

"Betrothal?" Wild with fear, Phoebe clutched at him again. "She's only a child. 

Even in Jaquir you don't marry off children."

"She will be married on her fifteenth birthday. The arrangements are nearly complete. 

Then she will at last be of some use to me as the wife of an ally."

Sweet Revenge

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Princess Haya, daughter of the late King Hussein of Jordan, 
applied Tuesday for protective orders using laws intended to 
safeguard victims of forced marriage and domestic abuse. 
The forced marriage protection was for her children.


TIME

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"Can't." Phoebe leaned against the stall door and waited for the nausea to pass. 
"We can't ever go back. He was going to send you away, baby."

"Away? "

"To Germany." With an unsteady hand Phoebe found a handkerchief and dried
her damp face. "I won't let him send you away, to marry you off to a man 
who could be like him." Steadier, Phoebe knelt and wrapped her arms 
around her daughter. "I won't see you live your life the way 
I've had to live mine. It would kill me."

Sweet Revenge

Refugee children see snow for first time

The world her mother told her of from time to time was nothing

more than a fairy tale to her. Snow was just something

that danced inside a little glass ball.

Sweet Revenge 

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Footage of two Eritrean children enjoying their first snowfall in Canada has been viewed millions of times on social media. 

The 42-second clip, taken by Rebecca Davies, shows the boy and girl jumping in their oversized jackets as the snowflakes come down.

Dancing around the back garden of their Toronto home, the appear to marvel at the sight. 

INDEPENDENT

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Adrianne thought of the little glass ball and her brother. 

All at once she wanted to lay her head in her mother's  lap and weep. She wanted to go home, to see her  grandmother and her aunts,to smell the smells of the harem. 

But there was no going back.

"Will it snow?" she asked.

"Sooner or later."

Sweet Revenge