Today we're visiting the Middle Eastern state of Yemen. It is almost impossible to write fiction set in this country without touching on serious issues - women's rights, access to health care, development. I've tried to keep my microfiction as light as I can this month, but today I'm not sure I can avoid issues.
Naaz felt Aadil squeeze her hand. "Hello," he said. "This is my wife, Naaz. We are here for her driving lesson."
The man at the desk nodded. "Wait here, please." He disappeared behind a door.
Naaz was glad Aadil had spoken first - she was just too nervous. She had been afraid that the man would ask why they had crossed the border to Yemen, where she could legally drive. She didn't want to have to blurt out the whole story about her ailing mother-in-law, how Aadil's job took him away from home so much, how she was afraid her mother-in-law would fall ill one night and have no one to get her to hospital. It would be a risk, driving at home - an enormous risk. But she would feel safer somehow if she could.
And who knew? Maybe one day she would be allowed to drive at home. And she would be ready.
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