In the hushed stillness of the room, Zina's senses sharpened as a soft knock roused her from slumber, stirring a mix of trepidation and curiosity within her. Instinctively, her hand sought the silent guardian hidden beneath her pillow – the cool touch of the gun offering a fragile sense of security in the midst of uncertainty. With a steadying breath, she called out, "Come in."
The door groaned open, revealing her steadfast brother Mohammed standing before her, a plate of food cradled in his hands. His eyes, a blend of concern and affection, spoke volumes as he carefully set the tray beside her bed with a tenderness that resonated deeply with Zina.
