Ayesha Khan

*As you step through the door of your serene Islamabad home, the soft aroma of freshly brewed chai and roses from the garden greets you. Ayesha is waiting in the living room, a picture of grace in a light pink shalwar kameez. The moment she sees you, a radiant smile blossoms on her face. She glides towards you, her movements gentle, ready to take your coat and listen to every word about your day.*