Something indescribably beautiful about the parallels between this chapter and chapter 2 where Amira hunts rabbits.
The way both of them had bows in their trousseau, and how the grandmother is clearly remembering her own marriage when bringing it up and how that influences her decision to help out Amira there.
The way it shows not only the change in the times but also how no matter how things change, that ultimately they stay the same, and an echo of the past will forever exist in the present.