Phone Call

The first thing she did with her phone was call Amna. Her heart was beating rapidly as she dialed her. She couldn't believe she was going to talk to Amna, the only friend she had. She had lost track of time, so she did not remember the last time she talked to Amna. She recalled the times when she considered conversing with each other a trivial thing. But now, she considered it nothing but a blessing. And as soon as her voice hit her ears, it reminded her of her old times. A life where she was free.

Free of paranoia and constant terror. Free of shivers and tremors. Free of rapid heartbeats. Free of constant twitching in her stomach. Free of the fear of going back to the cell. She truly was blessed. Those days felt like sunshine, and the situation she currently found herself in was nothing but dark and desolated nights. Depressing nights. Where one would cry themselves to sleep. Those nights when you had a lot to share but no one to share it with. Life these days for her was