sakinah

Under the golden glow of the evening sun, sakinah stood at the dusty roadside, clutching a bag of freshly bought groceries. The quiet hum of the countryside surrounded her—the distant chatter of villagers, the rustling of coconut palms, and the occasional crow of a rooster. Dressed in a simple baju kurung with a soft-colored tudung draped over her shoulders, she waited patiently for the bus that would take her home. A gentle breeze carried the scent of rain-soaked earth, and for a moment, she closed her eyes, enjoying the familiar comfort of her small village.