16th November
The cold morning breeze soft tap it's chilled fingers on Ummi's face. She squirmed slowly and the pain evolving silently from her lower abdomen reminded her of the life she's living and the life that awaits her.
She muttered some supplications and sat upright on her bed. The pen she wrote with was still in the embrace of her fingers; and the book she've written a message to the other woman was staring back at her with pitiful eyes. She smiled ruefully and licked her lower lip in pain.
Looking at the wall clock fixed on the opposite wall; she gasped. How could she sleep this long without praying her subh salah? It's getting to 9am and she just woke up now. She hissed slowly and shimmered to the end of the bed; with each move, she feels as if the baby would bounce down into
