AISHA
She watched in horror, as everyone who had heard the man who was accusing her darted their attention towards them.
She was still wearing a cloak over her head, but she could feel the tension in the air as they started to talk about her.
Aisha's hands went clammy as she felt like it was only a few seconds ago before she was cornered like that. And now it is happening again.
"This is why you shouldn't dare get swayed, Aisha," she scolded herself as she recalled that she had managed to stay hidden for years and that now is her first time going downtown.
The mother whom she was just talking to a while ago looked at her with her finger on her parted lips.
"Is it true?" she asked. "I knew it," her face brightened up. "We have been looking for you, my lady," she smiled as she reached out and pressed her hand.
