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Waking up with a splitting headache had become a normal routine for Zynah. She yawned and stretched out, then closed her eyes again for a few more minutes, before the adhaan was made. Groggily, she got out of bed and ambled towards the bathroom to perform ablution and then offer her fajr prayer.

It was already a quarter past seven when Zynah finished reading the Qur'an and had returned it safely to its place.

The rays from the morning sun penetrated through the small opening of the window and shone on her - a reminder that a new day had begun. She sauntered towards the window and allowed her gaze wander around and linger on the beauty of nature; the sky was bright, flock of birds could be seen flying about. To Zynah, the morning seemed extraordinarily beauteous - she was having a good feeling about the day.

Zynah heaved a sigh, breaking free from her trance. "What's this feeling?" She asked herself, as a smile crept its way up her lips. She shrugged it off, and sauntered out