It was Fatima crying. Not sad tears. The kind of tears that happen when someone gives you back a dream you thought you had lost.

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His junior, Hania, walked over with two cups of chai. “Sir, the Al-Noor Tower revisions are waiting. The client is angry.”

“Bhai, it’s just a drawing,” a contractor had told him during his first year. “Why pay for a drawing?”

At 3:00 AM, he hit render. The final image appeared: a cozy, modest room. Warm light. A wheelchair-accessible path. And outside the low window, the Neem tree was flowering. It looked like hope.

“Let them wait,” Danish said, not looking away from the screen. “Let me finish this one first.”