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The progress bar crawled. 10%... 40%... 90%... Then the screen flickered.

Layla tried to look away, but her reflection's eyes held her. She saw herself at seven years old, barefoot in the alley, laughing with a crooked front tooth. Then at fifteen, hiding her accent at the private school. Then yesterday, wearing expensive sunglasses, saying "Cairo is so chaotic" to a foreign coworker. Download- ktkwtt msryt hayjt tswr nfsha mlt lsa...

"You downloaded yourself, habibti. The version you deleted when you started pretending." The progress bar crawled

Layla touched the screen. Her finger went through the glass. The reflection reached back. She saw herself at seven years old, barefoot

"Just write yourself back into the story."

When she pulled her hand away, she was holding a small, warm chick—yellow, fluffy, trembling. It opened its beak and said, clearly:

She froze. That was her mother's phrase from childhood: "The little Egyptian chick is in turmoil, she imagines herself with a twisted tongue." Her mother used to say it whenever Layla tried to speak fancy Arabic or pretend she wasn't from their working-class neighborhood.