The early morning light filtered through the curtains of Yara’s new room in her uncle’s house. London’s weather was a stark contrast to the crisp mornings of Kashmir, with its gray skies and occasional drizzle. Yet, Yara felt a quiet sense of peace as she sat on the edge of her bed, her thoughts drifting back to her family. Despite the unfamiliar surroundings, she felt grounded in the one constant she knew—her faith.

She had always found solace in the words of Allah. It had been this very faith that had carried her through the trials of losing her mother at such a young age. Her father and her brother had always supported her, but it was her devotion to her prayers, her Quran, and her deep understanding of Islam that had formed the core of her resilience.