or maybe she just didn’t care. One night I asked her why she did it.
“You were getting too vain,” she said. “You needed to be taught a lesson.”
Then she went back to scrolling through her phone.
A Spark of Light: The Day Nura Walked In
Months passed. My hair began to grow—but slowly, unevenly, a painful reminder of what had happened.
Then one spring afternoon, a new girl named Nura joined our class. Her hair was even shorter than mine—but she wore it like a crown. She was
