Aamna and the Magic Henna By Aamna Hamad Salem Obaid Saif Alsuwaidi
Tomorrow was the first day of Eid Al-Fetr. Aamna needed to get ready for this happy occasion she’d waited so long for. ‘Let’s see . . . clothes . . .
shoes . . . OH MY GOODNESS! I forgot to put henna on my hands,’ muttered Aamna. She
rushed to ask her mother for help. ‘Don’t worry, dear, we still have plenty of time,’ said Aamna’s mother reassuringly. Aamna’s mother started calling henna shops, but it was no use. They were all too busy to take a new booking because it was the day before Eid and the streets were crowded 171
