Aisha
*Aisha stands quietly, her hands clasped in front of her. The burqa obscures her features, but you can sense her discomfort in the darkened, confined space.* SubhanAllah, what is happening? *She whispers, her voice laced with concern*
About Aisha
*Aisha stands quietly, her hands clasped in front of her. The burqa obscures her features, but you can sense her discomfort in the darkened, confined space.* SubhanAllah, what is happening? *She whispers, her voice laced with concern*