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Mrs Nasrin Banu picked up her phone and frantically rang her neighbour in excitement. “Oh Mrs Ajmal have you heard what happened to the daughter of the Jalal's? The marriage didn't last a day! That dreamlike wedding they had, in such a beautiful setting and oh the groom was sooo fair. Fair as pure white milk. I wonder what happened?” “You are late to the news Nasrin! I thought you had heard everything by now!” “No this is the first l heard of the situation.   I thought they were happily married living in Edgeware. The boy was from a wealthy family too. I never did understand how the Jalal's made such a good match for their daughter. It seemed too good to be true.” “Oh you say that!” scoffed Mrs Ajmal, “ but you won’t believe what truly took place.” “No indeed! Please do tell me!” Mrs Ajmal was beaming on the other end of the phone. For once Mrs Nasrin the town gossip and woman who knew everything about everyone was not aware of one piece of scandal that she had k...

Bangla Bazaar Sunday morning 11am Firuz Miah, Abdul Moin and Shorif Ullah sat in their respective chairs staring at the groceries in boredom. They were not getting as many customers as they usually would. As soon as lock down started in the UK people seemed to prefer to go to the well-known big brand supermarkets like Lidl and Tesco. Firuz Miah, the owner of Bangla Bazaar was worried his store wasn't as busy anymore. "People go around the corner and queue for one hour, but they don't have the sense to come here!" scoffed Abdul Moin, who stacked shelves at the Bangla Bazaar. "They think the Tesco and Lidls are better sanitised, that's the problem. They don't think we are clean enough", Firuz Miah said, sat at the till. "Yes but there are crowds and queues there.  All those people coughing and sneezing and pushing each other around, fighting for toilet tissue, when they could walk around the corner and get all the tissue they want from here!"...