She was walking around in the kitchen, which had now become her sanctuary. She was always cooking the new recipes she found in youtube or the books Mama always bought for her and even Baba gave her a cookbook from a well known international chef. She found her therapy in cooking, and it felt more good than bad. She smiled to herself and laughed even more when she was alone. Whenever the inspiration struck, Aisha never forgot the poet in her; she scribbled the words down.
For all the time she had spent in the house when she saw back, a lot had changed in her but she tried so much not to show it to them. Mama made sure she felt loved all over and Firdausi too. She always felt overwhelmed until Abba’s thought crossed her mind or Nasir’s persistent visits. She had never relented to any of his
