Sunlight shone through the curtains as she slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes squint shut, trying to ward off sunlight that filtered through the curtains. Ultimately, Bushra gave and sat up. She was so tired that she slept through the whole morning after she had gone back to sleep after Subhi prayer.

Beside her bed, on the side drawer was a piece of paper with a hand-written note, alongside a pack of registered sim. Her lips quivered upwards—she knew it was from him.

‘You can ...