You know that feeling? The feeling of forgetting all your worries for a mean time before they'll run back to you as if that was where they belong. That's how exactly how Ummi felt when she woke up. She was still on her bed, legs brought to chest as she placed her chin on her knees-staring vacantly into space.
She still couldn't scupper the meaning of the words: Al-amin is married to Laila. She still couldn't redefine the image of Laila cuddled with Al-amin in their living room's sofa, a place that once held the most priced posession memory of their lives-was now an indicator of her sorrow.
She knew it was weekend, but still_she needed getting this out of her head. She wanted to fill her jumbled head with thoughts that could atleast take off her mind from Al-amin and Laila. And suddenly,
