truly afraid when I learned the vast difference between my rank and Salwa's rank in our class. For I was always first, and she always fell short in one subject or another.

This was one of my sins, for which I earned looks of spite from him and the withholding of encourage-ment from you. How many times the orphan earned rebuke, and sometimes blows, without know-ing that she had sinned or done anything deserving punishment.

Once my sister's rank in the class came seventh, and for that a party was held at the house, attended by the teachers and many of the pupils. Her success was the talk for a while — until the next term's marks came, showing that Salwa had dropped far below her rank.

How many times I pretended to sleep in my bed until everyone in the house was asleep, then rose to study by the faint street light coming in at the window, so as not to turn on the light and let you and him know I was studying, and earn thereby a bitter punishment.

And how often I heard the two of you praising the beauty of fair-haired Nihad, glorying in it, repeating in my hearing:

"Tomorrow, when she grows up, we shall not be able to escape the pursuit of the suitors — they will fill the house!"

And I would look in the mirror and not see the glow that shone from my sister's blue eyes, from her rosy color and her gilded hair.

I saw the pale white of my face, the black of my hair and of my two wide eyes. And the orphan would say: "Lord, do not make me ugly."

Often I gazed long into that mirror, which would not tell me the truth, but told me only what lay at the bottom of my own soul:

the belief that the orphan's share of beauty was scant.

This tore at my soul, and pained me most sharply.

Only two years ago did the mirror tell me the truth. It was when Salwa's birthday party was held. She was fourteen, and I seventeen.

We entered the hall together, and I felt looks of admiration aimed at me. Everyone repeated phrases of praise for my beauty. Signs of astonishment appeared on your face, Mother, and meanings of hatred on his.

And in my heart a spring of gladness welled up: God had answered the orphan and accepted her prayer. I went straight to the mirror to consult it — and it was truthful.

Of all the events that have passed with me, which now follow one another like a moving-picture reel before my eyes, I see the one most painful to my soul — a picture of the orphan. I do not know whether

my days of happiness will ever be able to erase it as the days go by.

It was when my sister fell down the stairs of the house and her sobbing rose. I ran to her from my room, and you rushed up with him, panting, out of breath. As for him, he was like a raging beast. No sooner did he see me lifting her from the floor than he struck me across the face a blow whose cause I do not know to this day.

I was fourteen then, Mother — a young girl who felt the greatness of her soul, the dignity of her years, and the pride of distinction at her school.

And I thank God that school repaid me, in dignity and confi-dence, what the orphan lost in your house and before your eyes.

So now, after peace of mind has enfolded me in my new home, I forgive you, Mother, and wish you every good.

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