Hafsa lives with her parents, two brothers and a sister in law. There is never a moment when the house is empty.

She goes to a study circle on Wednesdays. There are twenty five women there and she knows most of their names. People are warm with her. Nobody has ever been unkind.

She drives home on Wednesday nights feeling something she has stopped trying to describe, because the one time she tried, someone said, but you are surrounded by people, and she could not answer that.

Her count is high. Her gap is enormous. Those are two different measurements and only one of them is her life.