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CHAPTER 2.

Morning rays hit her face passing through the panel of the window. She groaned lightly getting up from her place. At the same time, the clock made an ordinary sound seven times, and she sighed.

It was early seven, and she hopped off the bed and grab a pin. Gathering her all messy yet silky hair-like threads, she cages them into a bun holding her hairpin in her mouth. Suddenly she felt a strange heated gaze over her face. A shiver runs down her body. She was stiffed. She lived alone then who was staring at her and from where.

Her trembling hands fell to her sides and her lips were still holding the small and delicate pin. Her hair fell on her face and back when she become a statue all of sudden.

Her sweaty forehead was dripping off the droplets. She finally got the clue, the window. The damn window was open. Someone was staring her out of the house. A relief rush over her mind, someone wasn't inside the house but someone was watching her and she wasn't wearing her hijab.

She gasps backing off enough to not stand in front of the window and let the unknown person watch her modesty. She hissed when the bed hit her back of knee badly.

" Oh! Allah. " She called out her Allah in pain, mind was occupied by the window too. She forwarded her cold hand and close it shut with a loud wooden sound. She pulled the curtains and finally drew a long breath.

" How can someone peek into someone's house through the window? Don't they have shame, should I start wearing my hijab inside too, from now on? " She sighed through her nose.

Her cheeks brighten up in shame, praying to her Allah whoever it was hadn't taken a glimpse of her unwrapped chest and hair.

In this early morning, her joy for the day started to terminate. She went into the bathroom and did her business. After taking a good time in the bath she left for the kitchen. It wasn't tough for her to roam around the house because it was too small for her to be lost. The house had only two rooms, a bedroom, and a hall which seems like a combo of the kitchen and living room. On the side, she had made a small kitchen as she confront. After entering, you'll see the hall and kitchen there was a small staircase that takes to the room. It was small, too small that only four steps were available to take and most of the place was occupied by her bed and tiny cupboard and table.

It was a small house just like the others, in the town. Small, but beautiful and comfortable. Even though her breaths were stuck in her throat at the thought of the landlord. He had ordered which seems like- threatened her to empty the house in a few weeks. She was still in the search of a new house but the town was fulfilling and houses were mostly occupied. She didn't want to leave the town, it was the place where she gain and lost everything. She just can't run away from here. She will stay here till her last breaths so she can be buried here where her love and innocent living being were.

She left the house after eating her breakfast. She was wearing brown baggy clothes which were hiding her all curves. It was hard to see if she was fat or skinny, her clothes never let people's assumptions come true. Her hijab was wrapped around her face, hiding her hair perfectly.

She was walking on the street with her white stick when again her hands become sweaty with the feeling of being watched. Someone was stalking her? It crossed her mind but she let it shed thinking maybe any typical auntie was staring at her for her new gossip.

She crossed the alley and reach her destination. The bakery shop. She empathized with the rough life to work here. Thanks to her Mama-Jan for teaching her baking cakes. She was good at this and it was thankful her blindness never became the objection to her job. She entered the shop and the bell above her head rang.

" As-salamu Alaykum! Auntie. " She greeted the woman who came to her quickly with her bright smile.

" Wa alaykumu s-salam! Masha Allah. Masha Allah. What a blessing face. Are you ready for the new day, my girl? " She felt a warm kiss placed on her forehead and it made her grin widely. Her head nodded eagerly with a toothy grin. The woman was an old friend of her mother, she was taking care of her husband's dessert shop after his death. She was a kind and understanding lady, and Dianna was an example of her kindness. No one was giving her a job even though most of the shops and small businesses had plenty of vacant applicants. The town was not in good shape and most of the business and shops were going under loss, the requirements for new employees wasn't something hidden but still, she was facing unemployment and helplessness. Because of her past and especially her blindness didn't allow anyone to help her.