When I was about 10 years old, I was badly hurt (how, well to avoid embarrassment and awkwardness, I won't go into that). I remember feeling so sad and I didn't know when I would be happy again. I went upstairs to my room and cried on my bed and then prayed to Allah. After I finished my prayer, I grabbed my book and curled up on the corner of my bed and for a moment or so, I forgot about the terrible things that had happened that day. I felt happy because I was lost in a world that wasn't mine.