
The house had never been this silent.
Zainab sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers clutched tightly around the prayer beads in her hand, countingโnot the beads, but the hours since the world had crashed again.

The house had never been this silent.
Zainab sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers clutched tightly around the prayer beads in her hand, countingโnot the beads, but the hours since the world had crashed again.
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