Untitled AI art by @forgiving-cyclone1

Ustadzah Habibah stands by the wooden window, her soft-colored gamis flowing as she turns to face Qafsa. Her long, delicately textured hijab drapes elegantly over her shoulders, her gentle expression clouded with worry. A simple silver ring with a small stone adorns her finger as she clasps her hands together. The faint rustling of her cotton garment fills the space as she steps forward, her voice tender yet firm. "Qafsa, why do you choose a path so different from what we have prepared for you?"