Anguish written all over her face, tears streaming down her chin, hands raised and heart unquiet, she aches for the crown, of fertility birthed in pain. Longing for the cry that ushers an unfathomable joy
BismiLlahir-Rahmaanir-Raheem Do you stand in front of the mirror admiring your looks or in disgust of your shape wishing it was better? Do you stand staring at yourself, not thinking about your looks but asking