She started her Peugeot 406 car, the color of the sky. She glanced at the watch strapped to her right wrist. Seeing there were a few minutes left, she unplugged her phone from the charger and began tapping. Her attention was drawn to a message that had come directly to her phone instead of one of the social media platforms she used. She smiled, revealing her thin lips as she saw the name of the person who sent the message. "Muhibbat," she said aloud. It was a message, as always, of a Friday greeting. She replied and quickly set her phone down, noticing it was already twelve. After adjusting her shawl, she stepped out. She was wearing nothing but her face and hands, except for her feet which were painted red. After the security man stopped the cars coming in and out to allow parents and children to cross, she walked straight into the school. Before she could reach them, they came running and hugged her. She embraced them tightly, even putting a finger on the forehead of her eldest child and pushing her back a little. "Look, don’t you feel shy? Even you are among those to be hugged?" The girl pouted while adjusting her backpack and scolding her younger siblings who were laughing at her. "Mommy, tell them something, and you said I am the one with your name, you love me more." Immediately, the children began to complain, each with their own grievances, as if it was new, she was used to it, but not on the day she came to pick them up from school. The three of them were louder than five others. It was hard to get them together; one was not holding his water bottle, and another was messing with his book. After they settled in the car, she scolded them, and they all became quiet, then she started driving. She glanced in the mirror and caught a glimpse of her son Affan whispering to his brother. She smiled and shook her head just as she took the road that would lead her to the Sharaɗa neighborhood. She loved her children deeply; being with them meant everything to her. She was increasingly convinced they were the essence of her life, her happiness, and everything else, not because she lacked a womb, but simply because they had no one else to look up to and be proud of in their lives but her. She was everything to them now that life had brought them many changes. She didn’t notice when she collided with something. Suddenly, she slammed the brakes while praying, and the other driver didn’t even move; she checked the damage she had done to her car. In terms of money and repairs, the car wouldn’t be compared to hers; it was a red Hyundai Accent. Her daughter, who had already opened her mouth, was shaking her head up and down saying, "Lalalala, tab!" She finished seeing how their mother had smashed the other car's tail light. She didn’t even look at her daughter because her mind was racing; she opened the car hood and jumped out in a panic. The people around who had also been stopped at the junction all stared, waiting to see what kind of humiliation the other driver would inflict on her, and she caught the voice of someone on a motorcycle behind saying, "Ahaf, it’s just a woman, from the way she drives, it’s clear she’s a woman. May God help us." She didn’t even look at him as she approached the car, wondering why the driver hadn’t come out when he had been hit so badly that he should have come out, even if it was to argue or to be scolded. Filled with fear, she knocked on the driver’s window. Before she could knock a second time, the window rolled down, and she felt her heart drop immediately. It seemed he wasn’t even in his right mind. "Yes?" She swallowed the panic she felt at first and responded while pointing to where she had damaged. "I swear I didn’t know I did it, please forgive me." She finished, not because she was sure he would accept her apology, but she felt she had insulted him. She had caused a mess and stood there apologizing. She got tired of his gaze that kept pulling her eyes, hoping he would forgive her as cars passed by them leaving. He turned his head away and said, "Don’t worry, it’s nothing." He didn’t give her a chance to thank him before he rolled up his window and drove away. She returned to her car after looking at the shattered glass on the ground, slowly starting her car and leaving the scene. 'It felt like he was hit.' Then she quickly made a silent prayer and calmed her heart over something she had no evidence for. "Mommy, is there no one in the car?" Her second son’s question interrupted her. She ordered them to be quiet before continuing to drive slowly, truly she was still shaken by the mess she had made; she didn’t want any conflict or trouble. Then the situation came to her unexpectedly. She wiped the moment she arrived at their home. The guard opened the big gate, and the children entered, waving their hands and responding with laughter. After they exited, she parked the car under the small garage for parking.