She stayed inside the kitchen until Shehryar walked out to the store room allotted to him. Again, she tried to change their minds but they were stereotypically stubborn for their ages. Soon, Sherhzaad gave up, knowing she will be a hypocrite if she continued her tantrum any further. If they could gave her and her child, a shelter when they didn't even know her whereabouts, what made her think they wouldn't open their doors for anyone else.
The next day, Sherhzaad was getting ready for her job. To make ends meet, she had been teaching Quran to few children around neighborhood. The hadia (earning) wasn't much, but atleast she would be able to afford necessities for Chahat without being a burden on old couple's shoulders.
"Give mama a kiss, Chahat." She tapped her cheek, lowering herself to
