House of Sabr. It was carved in bold letters at the top of the entrance. It was a building situated in the busy area of central London. The entrance had wide flight of steps that led to big glass door. Three girls came out of it laughing and giggling with white shopping bags. House of Sabr was written on them in bold gold letters. As I climbed the staircase with Amir, I looked at him. He smiled at me before I wrapped my hand around his arm.
“Are you alright now?” I asked, my hold on him tighter.
“I am fine Alhamdulillah” he said with a soft smile.
“You got nothing to worry about”
“It is harder than it is easy to say” he opened the door.
The door led us into a wide exquisite expanse I knew was a boutique when we stepped into it. Business was going smoothly. Customers graced the deluxe
