Sophia's POV
A man in a blue polo walked inside the dark room and I sighed in relief because he was not
the person I was dread to see.
My nightmare.
"How was your trip to wonderland," he sang, walking toward me and clapping his hands before
taking a wooden chair and sitting in front of me.
"Think, Sofia; if Maryam is in this situation, what would she do? She is extroverted while I am
not"I thought bitterly while I shook my head.
"Come on, be yourself," my subconscious responded. Alhamdulillah that it was not giving me
snarky comments, I hated it sometimes but I loved it so much.
I looked the man in the eyes. This man had a boyish face: I thought he would be in his early
twenties. He was taller than me but definitely not tall like my Yusuf.
My Yusuf!
I liked how it sounded, my heart yearned for him. Would he miss me? Would he find me?
Well, no. He is with Zainab, having fun, the darker part of me taunted me.
I missed him and I needed him.