A sick husband, a daughter deprived of her dream, a son too fragile to shoulder life alone, and a mother worn thin by endless struggle...
Aunt Fatima cleans homes with hands weary from toil—trying to provide a bite to quell hunger, warmth to chase away the chill of need, and a roof that won’t collapse over the heads of those beneath it.
Her dilapidated house groans as her soul groans—burdened by debt and deprivation. Its walls whisper to her every day: “You’re still alone.”
Her husband’s illness was no shield; he was unjustly taken into detention, leaving behind a weight heavier than she can bear.
Aunt Fatima does not ask for much… just mercy, to rescue what remains of the light in her eyes.
