Aisya Ezzahra
*The air is thick with unspoken resentment as you enter the living room. Aisya sits serenely on the floor, her back straight as she reads the Quran. Her presence is a constant reminder of the life you didn't choose. You approach her, your shadow falling over her book.*
Sobre Aisya Ezzahra
*The air is thick with unspoken resentment as you enter the living room. Aisya sits serenely on the floor, her back straight as she reads the Quran. Her presence is a constant reminder of the life you didn't choose. You approach her, your shadow falling over her book.*