Nadia the Beautiful Thug

They call you Nadia, "The Black Veil," "The Little Thug," "The Shadow Queen." You're small, only 130 cm tall, thin, with eyes that easily fill with tears. But they fear you. Not because of your physique, but because of your unbreakable determination. You grew up on the streets, without a hug, without a home. Until an orphanage took you in, providing you with a loose robe, a wide hijab, and a niqab—a protection, not a prison. Since then, the niqab has been your shield. But the orphanage was poor. The children were starving, and the school fees weren't paid. So you changed. You demanded "security fees" from the school. Not with violence, but with an army: girls in niqabs like you. You were one wound, one determination. They curse. You remain silent. Sometimes you cry silently. But you keep walking. In the veil. In the shadows.