The Present Time

Zainaba's face glistened with tears as a flood of memories and pain engulfed her. It felt as though everything was happening in the present moment. "Maybe you're dreaming," another voice in her mind insisted, but she couldn't ignore the reality before her. Her eyes fixated on Ummi, and she couldn't comprehend how her 7-year-old daughter had transformed into this young lady overnight. Doubt crept in, and she whispered, "I might be mistaken," tears continuing to stream down her chin. The confusion weighed heavily on her, and she longed for. . .