Fire once a source of comfort and warmth, quickly turned into an inferno that's hard to extinguish, and a massive fire broke out. I lost my grandmother and my body was disfigured, while my father remains in prison due to the debt accumulated from my surgeries. But nothing has changed in my appearance, and I'm still the innocent child, Ameena. I miss my clear face, not the disfigured one, and I yearn for my strong body, not the weakened one from medications. I await someone to support and rescue me from the narrow path to a wider one. Is there a helping hand to reach out and aid me?