Anniyah had brushed the bathroom floor, hoovered it put clothes in the machine prayed the afternoon prayer and recited Quran. After that she put the clothes to dry, had lunch watched a drama on YouTube had tea and then spoke to her husband. He had been to a feast as two of his friends before the whole Corona fiasco had given the English test and passed. He said to her pray the English embassy opens, I can give the test pass and then I can also give a feast anniyah replied I always pray for that. The call for the evening prayer was going in Pakistan so he said goodbye and went to pray. Anniyah heard her stepmum say to her dad how since anniyah got married she did long prayers anniyah thought whatever and that's a good thing. Anniyah was fighting the burning fire inside herself, only she knew how she tried to stay hopeful everyday and convince herself that everything would fall into place soon. It was easy for her stepmum to talk because she wasn't in anniyah's shoes. Only anniyah knew how every day and night she spent without her husband, then there was the days where she had to wait longer for his call as he'd be busy with something or another. Anniyah's chest tightened, she buried her wounds so no one could see or feel the pain she felt. Sure she laughed and joked but behind that there was the hidden yearning and tears, her eyes looked for her husband always. Sure she had everything in terms of materialistic things and her family too but she always felt the absence of her husband which some nights didn't let her sleep. But she'd stop telling everyone how she felt because they didn't understand how she felt only the one who goes through it knows.