The heavy iron gates of the state prison opened with a slow, nerve-wracking creak. Nadia and Lubna sat side by side on a cold wooden bench, wearing matching uniforms marked
“State Prison,” waiting for the crucial moment to breathe the air of freedom once again. Standing right behind them was a guard with his arms crossed and eyes tracking their every
move, as if the system was afraid of what they both knew.
Everyone believed they had simply served their time and were returning to normal lives. However,
