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Aisha felt her cheeks burn. She looked at Priya. She looked at Wei Jie. Then she looked at the principal, who was wiping sweat from his forehead, caught between regulation and reason.

Aisha binti Ahmad had a ritual. Every morning before school, she would stand in front of the rusty gate of her terrace house in Cheras, tuck a fresh red ribbon into her tudung, and whisper to herself: “Jangan lupa siapa awak.” Don’t forget who you are. Budak Sekolah Kena Raba Dalam Kelas 71

“Perhatian. All students are to return to their classes immediately.” Aisha felt her cheeks burn

Priya grabbed Aisha’s arm. “That’s not fair. We’ve been planning the cultural night for months.” Budak Sekolah Kena Raba Dalam Kelas 71