Fatema slammed a saucepan onto the stove, her face flushed with frustration. "You always take my things without asking, Zahra!" Zahra crossed her arms defiantly, her dark eyes flashing with defiance. "And you never listen to me! Why should I ask for permission?" Their mother, Amina, watched from the doorway, her heart heavy with sadness. "Please, my daughters, try to understand each other," she implored, but her voice was drowned out by their bickering.

Zahra brushed her fingers over the faded covers, her curiosity piqued. "Have you ever looked through these?" she asked, her voice softening. Fatema hesitated, then nodded. "I used to with Mom, but it's been a while." As they opened an album, the pages revealed images of Amina as a young woman, her eyes bright with hope and love.

Fatema read aloud, her voice trembling with emotion. "To my beloved daughters, you are my greatest joy and my deepest love. I have sacrificed much to see you happy and united..." Zahra placed a hand on her sister's shoulder, tears welling in her eyes. "We've been so selfish, haven't we?" she whispered, regret lacing her words.

Fatema reached out, clasping Zahra's hand. "We need to make things right with Mom. We've hurt her with our fights." Zahra nodded, her resolve firm. "We will. Let's promise to support each other from now on." They embraced, the bond of sisterhood renewed and strengthened.

Fatema and Zahra stood side by side, smiles lighting up their faces. "Mom, we're sorry for all the arguments," Fatema said earnestly. "We want you to know that we love each other and we love you," Zahra added. Amina's eyes glistened with tears of joy as she enveloped them in a warm hug.

Amina looked at her daughters, pride swelling in her heart. "This is all I've ever wanted," she said softly. Fatema and Zahra shared a look of understanding, their hearts filled with gratitude and love. Together, they had found a way to honor their mother and their bond, promising to cherish each other always.