2 Chapter 1 Dia Pov-

Three years ago,

In A nation, I went to a hotel for an interview. I

wore loose black trousers, long white shirt with a loose black coat and white headscarf. Around 8 am, I went to the hotel waiting for my turn. I was extremely nervous as usual.

Then around 9 am, my name was called and I went for the interview

To be honest, I am not pretty. I am a normal girl with normal qualifications.

I am good with studies. But I don't rank first.

So the interviewer asked questions related to my job and I answered quite straight and professional manner. So that part was good

When he asked about my dressing style and asked whether I can remove my scarf if the company required. I rejected the idea of politely and left the room.

This was not the first time. I was used to it.

I want to go to the rooftop for fresh air and assure myself it's okay.

Around 11 am, I was still standing looking out at the view. I heard the commotion and was quite surprised. But didn't run straight away in case I alert someone. So I sneakily went downstairs. As I was walking I heard some people were searching for a person.

These people had guns and they looked quite scary.

I prayed and hoped everything's alright.

Near the staircase, I saw a man standing trying to hide. I thought he was the person the people were searching for.

I slowly went to him. He screamed. The people got alerted and started coming towards the staircase.

I started running as fast as I could. The man was right behind me.

Then I entered one of the floors. To make them distracted.

I found a storeroom and hid. The man followed me. I can't reject him. He needed help.

The storeroom has a lot of boxes. Its a quite big. We hid behind boxes. We keep a quiet distance. (In the Islamic religion, we are not supposed to be close to non_- mahram men[not blooded]).

He was quiet and we didn't speak

I kept reading Ayat ul kursi again and again. I prayed that keep him and me safe from the people and I hope they don't find us.

If I was meant to die let me die a peaceful death.

Life and death is in your hands Allah

The man got irritated when I was saying Ayat Ul Kursi and asking what wrong with you. I ignored and continued reading. He was pissed. I politely ask him his name.

He told me his name is Zikr. So I asked him whether he was a Muslim or not.

He said he was. So I asked him why was pissed. He said my voice is irritating.

I told him I was reading Ayat ul Kursi.

He sighed. I asked him he was practising Islam or not. He said he was not.

He started saying everything he achieved was my his hard work. I was like Okay. Then I ask him these people are the fruit of your hard work right.

He was annoyed.

He started saying even though you are practising Islam. You are sitting here with me trapped. I could die here and started blabbering nonsense.

I was like I don't mind. He said I was crazy. I said I am not crazy but I had faith in Allah.