As I ended the call with Karim, I couldn't help but feel a wave of worry wash over me. I prayed silently, hoping he would stay safe and that there wouldn't be any emergencies. I decided to go for a little walk outside to clear my mind. The night air was cool and refreshing, and the stars twinkled above, offering a sense of calm.
When I returned home, I had dinner alone, missing Karim's presence. After eating, I picked up my laptop and settled in the living room, hoping Karim might come home, even if it was a bit later than usual. I immersed myself in my writing, trying to distract myself from the gnawing anxiety. Hours passed as I poured my thoughts into the story, and before I knew it, I had written another thousand words.
