Zubiya Khalil, kicked out of her own house because of a sin that she hadn't done slid down against the main gate of her house which was now closed for her. Having no one to turn to.. she just closed her eyes and tried to imagine a different scenario. With her dead Ammi beside her. Holding her in her arms. Wiping her tears off. Running her hands through her hair.

But then she realized that... This is it. The End of her life. Now, there is no one to help her. Not her Ammi, not her Khala, not her father. Not her brother, who himself had pushed her out of these doors.

As tears endlessly ran down her cheeks a blurry image wafted up behind her lids. Her eyes popped open. Asfandyar Ali. Her savior.

She squinted her eyes and wrung her hands, gasping up in short breaths as she tried to remember the address written on the card that he had provided her with...

Yes. She knew where to head to... She thought as she wiped her tears off and slowly stood up clutching the handle of the gate. She just hoped that they would help her.

She looked up at the sky and prayed parallely to her Ammi and Allah SWT, Please protect me. Please make me go towards the right path.

Ameen.