Sidra Anjum

Cold Embers of Faith: A Tale of Redemption in Bursa

In the heart of a chilly town in Bursa, there was a devout Muslim girl named Nazia. She was known for her simplicity and purity of heart. Her faith was a guiding light, just like the warm, amber light of a lantern, hanging steadily -protecting her against the biting winds that swept across the town. Every morning before the break of dawn, she would rise from her cozy bed, shivering in the cold as she slipped into her robe and offered her namaz- her heartfelt prayers. Her closeness to God was her solace in a world often draped in a blanket of frost.