The pale orange ray of sun gleamed through the curtains of her room and iluuminated directly onto her pale face. She squinted her eyes slowly and felt a pang in her already thudding chest. That was when she remembered being curled up on her praying mat after she prayed her fajr prayer. She doesn't want to stand up from her curling position_for she knew today_today would be the day her sorrow would be born. Today being the Nikkah day of her husband_not to her; but to another woman.
She squirmed and sat upright, as all that happened through the span of five days came back to her in a rush. Bringing up her legs to her chest, she buried her head into her thighs; as if that would make her oblivion to the world revolving painfully around her.
She couldn't point out how she survived the most ag
