"Some journeys don't begin with a step, but with the weight of an untold story, hanging between silence and fate."
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In a land where whispers of the past intertwine with the present
Sania, a soul adrift, seeks...
"Through the mist, we often lose sight of where we are headed, yet sometimes it's in that very haze where destiny finds us."
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The warm, lazy afternoon stretches out like a cozy blanket over the quiet streets of Edinburgh. Outside the large glass windows of the cafe, golden light filters through the slowly swaying branches of trees. The rhythmic murmur of distant voices and clinking cups creates a peaceful background hum.
Inside, Sania sits, her posture relaxed, her fingers wrapped around a ceramic mug that radiates warmth. The cafe, one of her favorite spots, is tucked away from the bustling city center.
It's been three months since she arrived in Scotland, and slowly, the unfamiliar streets and faces have begun to form a patchwork of familiarity. It all feels strangely soothing, though not quite like home. But Sania is used to making her life fit the settings around her.
People have always seen her as the embodiment of perfection: well-educated, polished manners, an impeccable family background, and a beauty that turns heads wherever she goes.
But they don't see the deep emptiness, the silent scream that echoes within her. No one hears it but her, and perhaps, no one would understand even if they did.
She gazes out of the cafe window, lost in thought when her phone vibrates on the table, snapping her out of her reverie. She glances at the screen, seeing Nour's name flash. Her lips curl into a smile, a rare, genuine smile. Nour is her only true friend, someone she has known since childhood. They haven't spoken in weeks, but their bond doesn't require constant upkeep.
"Let's see who remembered me today,"
Sania says with a slight smile, her voice soft as she picks up the call. She leans against the window, watching the overcast sky. On the other end, Nour is pacing around her room, a faint smile on her lips, her steps quick but rhythmic.
"I've been busy these past few days, as you might've guessed"
Nour explains, her voice steady. Both Sania and Nour had applied to move to this country together, but due to some unforeseen delays, Nour's process got held up. Sania's paperwork, however, went through smoothly, and she arrived earlier, while Nour is still dealing with the bureaucracy.
"How far along is the process now?"
Sania asks, a hopeful edge to her tone. She's eager for Nour to join her-there are many reasons for that, though some remain unsaid.
"It's almost done... just keep me in your prayers," Nour says.
"Of course," Sania replies quietly. She sets the cup she's holding down on the windowsill, trying to appear calm.
"How's everything going over there?" Nour's question is light, but it hits a nerve. She exhales slowly.
"Everything is fine... it will be even more fun when you come," Sania replies with a slight smile, her voice light.
