Zahra eyed her reflection in the mirror. Asher’s words echoed in her febrile mind.

Ugly. She stood closer to the mirror and inspected her face. It still carried the distinct glow of her youth.

Her round cheeks and nose stood out the most. She tried to smile but her eyes remained dull, adorned by an unhealthy color due to lack of proper sleep.

She inspected her naked frame next. Her long, skinny fingers roamed over her chest. Her ribs were prominent. Her breasts were small and unattractive. They had nothing of that softness and delicacy she saw on other women on the TV.

Her waist was narrow. She recalled her...