She always wears a hijab around, afraid the slight bump of hers would make itself oblivious to the denizens of the house. But today, she came downstairs with only a skimpy gown that hardly covers her thighs, yawning as she looked at the clock perched on the wall with a gasp.
"I'm late for work! Habibi didn't wake me up!" She rambled in one breath and turned to leave to her room, but the growl that escaped her stomach made her change her direction to the kitchen.
"I'll just cook something sharp and get to work on time, before it's terribly late! Ya Rabb!" She palmed her forehead and started dicing the vegetables. It was around 10am, she knew she's late already, but the mulish Ummi will never let go.
She took out her phone from her pocket and dialed Asiya's number, she knew the lady tha
