The nail didn't hurt anymore
As soon as Fatima entered in the exam hall, she began to search for her assigned chair. Walking through the aisle and carefully examining the roll number on each desk, she felt her eyes being blurred by the exam anxiety. “Where is my chair? She said in frustration. “Here, let me help you” The invigilator beside her offered. He was a towering, lanky figure and Fatima had to struggle to look at him. He had deep black hair and was dressed formally in a white shirt. There was a badge that he wore, indicating that he was not a candidate. Fatima trusted him with her documents. After scanning it calmly, He said “You are in the wrong row, you must be in the ninth” Thanks to the kind invigilator, Fatima had successfully found her spot. The seat seemed to be comfortable and spacious until her foot touched one of the front legs of the chair. She felt an excruciating pain in her ankle and noticed some drops of blood appearing out of the wound. Quickly, she stood and started wiping the bl...