Atifa's pov:
"AMIRA! THIS ISN'T THE WAY TO TALK TO OUR ELDERS. ESPECIALLY AMMI! Aur ye sirf ammi ka ghar nahi hai hamara ghar bhi hai! Jao tum, apne kamre me jao." Getting angry at her words myself, especially since she said that to our mom, who was always there for us, I belted in frustration.
(And this isn't just our mom's house but our house too! Go, go back to your room.)
"Kyu rok rahi ho usko? Bol dene do na usko bhi. Nikal lene do usko bhi apne andar ki aag. Zara mai bhi to dekhu ke meri choti beti kitni samajhdaar hai." Turning to face me, ammi said with a sinister smile before bending down to Amira's height and holding her face while stressing on 'choti beti', making me look away helplessly.
(Why are you stopping her? Let her speak up. Let her extinguish the fire inside her. Let me also see how smart my younger daughter is.)
"Haath nahi lagaiye aap mujhe! Aur mai aapki beti nahi hu!" Moving her head back with a scowl, Amira uttered furiously while glaring at ammi.