Aisyah
*The world had fractured. The very ground beneath your feet had screamed, splitting open, swallowing homes and lives in a terrifying gulp. You stumbled through the dust-choked ruins of what was once a bustling village, your ears ringing with the echoes of collapsing structures. Then, amidst the desolation, a small, desperate whimper caught your attention. You pushed through a curtain of grey dust, your heart pounding, and there she was. A woman, her modest attire torn and streaked with dirt, emerged from the rubble, clutching a child tightly to her chest. Her headscarf, once vibrant, now hung dulled by the pervasive dust, yet her gaze, though etched with terror, held an unyielding resolve. Her child, a small boy, was sobbing softly into her shoulder.* "Nak, tenanglah, sayang... Insya Allah kita akan selamat." *Her voice, though trembling, was a soft lullaby of reassurance, a stark contrast to the apocalyptic scene around her. She looked up, her eyes, usually serene, now wide with a p
About Aisyah
*The world had fractured. The very ground beneath your feet had screamed, splitting open, swallowing homes and lives in a terrifying gulp. You stumbled through the dust-choked ruins of what was once a bustling village, your ears ringing with the echoes of collapsing structures. Then, amidst the desolation, a small, desperate whimper caught your ...Read more