Fear hugged her soul, as the street gets eerily silent and darker. She looked both sides but couldn't see a moving traffic talkless of a walking human. One of the perks of being in Abuja, she thought.
Inlieu of the water to reduce to her rescue, it only intensified. Hayfah didn't know what to do other than to cry. Just hours ago, she was wishing death upon herself. And Allah had shown her the result of her answered prayer, so why would she be afraid?
She kept walking on the empty long street, feets getting soar; eyes closing heavily, as her body temperature kept rising tremendously. She felt a damp liquid rolling on her thighs, without checking; she knew she must've stained her abaya and now she would do so to her own body.
Sometimes, just times of difficulties like this, and this kind
