Oh my days! Zaynab is never not fun to write.

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Panel 1: Zaynab: "Oh my days! I forgot! I'm so sorry!" Maida: It's okay."
Panel 2: Zaynab: "So... your mum is a Muslim though, yeh? And your dad was?" Maida: "Uh-huh." Zaynab: "But your mum's still on Mars?"
Panel 3: Maida and Zaynab walk as they talk, along a bridge above a lower level. Maida: "She's ah... looking for my little brother. He was kidnapped during an attack at a train station. It's a long story." Zaynab, who is shocked: "Ah! Oh no! Maida! You never said..."
Panel 4: Zaynab, clutching Maida's hands: "Listen, if there was ever anyfing I could do to help, you'd tell me, yeh?" Maida: "Ha, sure, I guess."
Panel 5: Maida: "I'm okay. There's no news on my brother yet, but I know my mum is safe right now. I just haven't had anyone I felt comfortable talking to about this before."
Panel 6: Zaynab: "Hey M-Maida, if you want to come to our masjid some time wiff me, and my mum and dad, that would be alright."
Panel 7: Maida: "Sure, maybe." Zaynab, practically jumping up and down: "Hurrah!" Maida: "I don't think I'll be going back to poetry club."