Maryam

The delicious taste danced on her tongue. It was always a privilege to eat something so good. But the joy soon faded as guilt crept into her mind reminding her that she had left a child back home who was finding it difficult to get three meals daily while she even had enough to treat herself to a nice meal. With that thought, she dropped the plate on the floor beside her mattress.

The call for prayers blasted through the streets and with a heavy sigh she made her way to the bathroom. . .