One night.One girl.One door.A voice.
Ah! There you are ! Why are you even standing there? You useless waste of space. You tragic waste of air. You reach out for the door and yet you are unable to knock. Look at you. Look at your face. Look at all the black lines around your eyes. Yes, I know, you have been crying, your makeup is smudged all over your face. Look at yourself. Do you think you have enough dignity to come inside this place? Your filthy skin will soil the purity of that holy space. You need to get away. Go back to your old ways. Pick another place, another man. Wipe up those tears. Fake another smile. Yes, just like that. Now, walk away. Wait, why aren’t you moving away? Why are you still there?! What are you doing? Look at you sitting in front of the gates. Your clothes barely even cover your legs! And here you are in front of the Mosque. What are you waiting for? A savior? A revelation? You're not getting any of that, you know it… No, but seriously, get out of here. Dawn has almost broken. Get back where you came from. The good people will soon respond to the call and you would still be there exposing your indecent flesh to the world. No? You won’t get up? Fine. Stay there. Let people look at you in disgust. That’s all you’re worth. I’ll let you stay there. In your own filth.In your own depravity. I won’t be there to keep you company, not anymore. Fine, you shrug your shoulders now? You don’t care? I have always been by your side, how dare you turn your back on me now? You have no one else but me. No one. You’re just like a stray dog. No one will notice when you’ll be gone. No one.No one would care, not even me.
The voice faded away as the sun rose. Two white silhouettes. The same door.
“Who is she?” said a voice.
“Maybe just another one of those daughters of the night, better get her away from here.”
“Do you think we should pray for her? She wouldn’t have been here if she wasn’t a believer.”
“Who would want to bathe her anyway? Even he who left let her die, and he is one of us."
“Let’s get her in.”