Zeba Arsh

Little Black Book

Dragging my tired hungry body trying to find a place to sleep for the night, it is winter time the temperature will fall below zero haven’t had a decent meal in three days pushed my self for any hope. Being framed, getting kicked out of both job and home no savings left so here I am homeless. My loved ones have turned their backs on me, its of no use crying I have accepted my fate and now know survival is the most important thing in this cruel world.