"It's too dangerous," Salim snapped, "A teenage girl, walking alone at night-" He scowled, his dark brows furrowed.
"Brother, I'll be fine," Hasifa whined, "My friends always come over to my house, why can't I go over to their house?"
"Because their big brothers are too busy 'hooking up' with those barely-clothed blonde barbies," Zahra said, giving her younger sister a dirty look.
Hasifa sulked.
Aatifa, the third-oldest sighed. "Oh, Hasifa. You know we are too busy for this-"
"I know, I know. 'Salim is working so hard trying to pay for college and this home, Zahra is too, trying to get a good education so she can have a good job, and Aatifa needs to get a scholarship. Why can't you just be a good girl?' I just want to go study with some of my friends!"
"I can go with her," Aatifa offered, unsurprisingly the first to bow. "It'll only be a ten-minute walk. I'll still have plenty of time to study, and her friends' parents can drive Hasifa home."
Salim frowned. "It's still dangerous-"
"But otherwise we'll have to listen to Hasifa whine all night," Zahra grumbled, "And you need to complete that business letter."
Salim scowled. "I don't care. I'm going. The world is a cruel, dangerous place."
Salim - Iran
Hasifa - Oman
Zahra - Saudi Arabia
Aatifa - Afghanistan