Three weeks later.

‘This depression,' Hidayah thought. It was as if there was a force pressing down on her. It was yet another day of drowning, the cold wash only she could feel. She has stopped asking 'why me".

In this depression she's not seeking for happier version of her. She couldn't recall the last time she reached out for that happy adult-self she once was, the adult who loved sunshine and rain all the same.

She has started to see darkness around the lights instead ...