" You are to me what fire is to a moth "
" A BURNING HOME "
The story of an orphan girl who's cursed, who never had a home, and The story of an abandoned man who feels homesick for everything he lost.
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"What was I Made For?"
~Billie
A U T H O R
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Shifa reaches Ezra's house and rushes to her room, locking the door behind her. Her heart races wildly as she's aware of the approaching storm.
The sound of heavy footsteps thunders down the hallway, each step marking the seconds until her fate unfolds.
A sudden bang against the door startles her, "Let me in, you orphan!" Sana's voice cuts through the tension, her fists pounding relentlessly on the wood.
Sana Amir, the privileged daughter of Ezra Amir, who lives a life of ease, while Shifa, the orphan taken in by Ezra thirteen years ago, has known only the crumbs of bread, A small room and her years old laptop through which she publishes her poetries.
As Sana's furious shouts fills the space, a wave of icy fear washes over Shifa. She takes a deep breath, preparing to explain, "Sana, please, you're misunderstanding-"
But before she can finish, Sana kicks the door with a forceful thud that sends a jolt of terror through Shifa.
"Open this door or I swear, you'll regret losing that Dupatta!" Sana threatens, her voice laced with venom.
Shifa's heart races as she comprehends the threat hidden in Sana's words. Despite her fear, she braces herself for the punishment that awaits, knowing she cannot bear to lose her mother's beloved dupatta.
When the door finally creaks open, Shifa faces Sana's furious glare, her eyes burning with a dangerous intensity.
"You miss your mother, don't you? I'll ensure you see her soon," Sana mocks, a wicked smile spreading across her face. Without a moment's pause, she lunges forward, seizing Shifa by her hair and dragging her toward the dark, ominous storeroom at the back of the house.
Tears flow down Shifa's cheeks as she pleads for mercy, but Sana remains unyielding, her mind already made up about punishing Shifa.
Inside the dim, musty room, Sana shoves Shifa against the wall and reaches for a box of matches.
