"Ah," I sighed and stepped into my apartment. Thankfully everything was settled and the preparations for the charity were done. I placed my satchel on the couch and fell on it; my head in my hands. I wasn't tired as I had been for the past week and today is Friday so I should get ready for my usual Friday prayers and worship. I took a nice warm bath and then commenced with my Friday rituals. After three hours, I was done so I thought to make myself something to eat—rice for example Pulao is a great treat on Fridays for me.
I was taking off my head cover and folding my prayer mat when I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the full-length mirror. I walked towards it and noticed huge bags under my eyes and my lips and skin so dry and pale—my eyes were clearly saying that I was unhappy and
