Inscriptions from the Heart

As promised, here's a piece of fiction I've written. I've posted an excerpt below - the rest of the story is in PDF format.

~ Umm Junayd.

Khadeejah walked into the kitchen sluggishly, not quite awake due to a late night. She sighed and rubbed her forehead, caressing her throbbing temples as she leant against the bare wall.
Here we go again, she thought as she collected empty tins of baked beans from the trash can. It had been almost a week since she’d been emptying the trash can of tins and paper and now she was finding it to be more than an irritation – it was an outright annoyance.