Sleep refused to come to Haseena that night. The ground had never been her comfort, yet over time she had forced herself to grow accustomed to it. But tonight was different. With her fractured hand and throbbing forehead, the hard floor felt crueler than ever. Hunger, too, gnawed at her stomach—she hadn't eaten a single morsel since morning.
Yet neither of these discomforts were new to her. Both pain and hunger had long been her companions. What truly kept her awake were the memories she could never quiet—the ones that had shaped her silence.
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