Maya

The birds melodiously chirped through the time of Fajr, as the moon began sitting and the sun began rising. The rush of the wind had pushed against the leafy trees and cladded the glass windows against their firm and set frame.

In the Khan household, not many were religious. Mostly none, yet somehow the Angels of Allah had always made their way which set upon the house, with a thick layer of protection from all. In a household where family feuds were common, and comforting was occasional, many questioned how the house still somehow stood out tall with the light of Allah that had stood out through each and very prayer.

While she spent hours on the prayer mats that were dusted in time, the others spent their luxurious lifestyle sleeping in modern European bed sets.

Who was the individual who brough grace upon this household, they had questioned. Well, her name went by the flow of

meem

alif

ya

alif,

Maya.

The name just as beautiful and delicate as the girl herself.