I looked deep into her eyes, waiting for her to say something. But Mohandia remained silent, turning her face away from me in cold defiance.
"Mohandia, do you even think we are enemies?" I asked softly, keeping my tone calm and measured.
At that moment, she whipped her head back towards me, her eyes burning with intensity. "If we are not enemies, then what are we? You're no friend of mine, and if you're not my friend, you must be my enemy!" Her voice was sharp, filled with anger and bitterness as she glared at me with hatred.
I held her gaze, unfazed by her words. "That's where you're wrong. I'm not your enemy, and no one here is. We're all trapped by circumstances we never wanted, forced into lives of servitude in a place we don't belong. We are not enemies, Mohandia. We're just people, each carrying our own pain under the same roof."
