Chapter 7
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- Anything written! Anything read! Pashtu and Dari! Wonderful items for sale!
- I am a letter reader. I can read and write in Dari and Pashtu.
- You are a letter reader? Speak up, boy! A letter reader who has no voice is no good to me.
- The following morning, after breakfast, Parvana was off to the marketplace once again. This time, mother had told her to do what father used to do and try to earn money.
- Pay whatever you like.
- ...
- How much do I owe you?
- As she reached the marketplace, Parvana chose the same spot she used to be at with father. She spread out her mat, arranged all her goods, pens, writing paper and waited for customers.
- Its ...
- How much for that shalwar kameez?
- After around an hour, her first customer came. It was a Talib. The talib took out a letter from his vest and asked Parvana to read it. Although she was scared, she read it.
- I need to go home!
- As Parvana finished reading the letter, the Talib was silent. A tear fell down from his eye and he told Parvana that it was one of his dead wife's belongings; he wanted to know what it said. The Talib paid Parvana and went away silently.
- Soon, another customer came. He wanted to buy Parvana's beautiful shalwar kameez. At first Parvana named a high price, but the customer declined. They bargained and bargained until they settled with an amount.
- Parvana stayed for a couple more hours until she decided to go home; also partly because she desperately needed to go to the restroom. She packed up all her belongings and ran all the way home.
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