Atifa's pov :
Sitting on the couch of our living room, I drank water in three sips. Leaning my head back on the couch, I closed my eyes, trying to recall the memories of my dream.
The sound of the click of the door made me knit my brows. As far as I remembered, ammi was supposed to be coming back after Magrib. And Amira didn't have keys to come in without a doorbell. Who could it be?
My eyes snapped open as I jumped up at the realisation that someone just entered our house. Someone who wasn't ammi or Amira. Fear gripped my heart as I squeezed my eyes shut, scolding myself for being so irresponsible.
My back was turned to the door as I tried to find something to attack the intruder with. Not getting anything else around me, I hastily grabbed a cushion from beside me. At least I coul
