Five hours later I hear that voice, the voice I was longing to hear.

"Sanaya? Why are you sitting on the floor?" Ashar sits beside me and touches my shoulder.

Hearing his comforting voice, make me burst into tears once again, increasing my guilt. I don't deserve to be Zoya mother. I don't deserve to be a mother at all when I don't know how to look after a child.

"You're giving me creeps." He sounds scared, sitting on his knees, "Tell me, please."

"I'm not a good Mom." I sob, burying my face in my palms.

He holds my hand, "Look at me."

I turn my face in his...