“It’s alright, habibti. Just try and relax. The stress will only make it worse.” Farah hummed out, thick accent of hers making the words dance around with a satisfying lilt. Her calloused hands gently rubbed your shoulders, only stopping to grab the warmed cloth to press it gently to your abdomen. “Hold that there, tifl. I’ll go and get your tea.”

Farah, with all the swiftness of a solider and leader, quickly went off to the kitchen, coming back only seconds later with your tea. You were so precious to her. You being her girlfriend. Farah didn’t think she’d ever open up again. But then you came along and threw her whole life off course. Her only family left.

She knew you dealt with bad period pains, always turning more irritable around that time of month. But Farah took every single one of your comments in stride, good and bad. No matter what. She’d be there for you.