Her name is Ola. Since childhood, she has been accustomed to living under strict discipline and a structured daily routine. She spent five years at a boarding school on the outskirts of a small town, where the call to prayer served as a reminder of time, and memorization was a daily ritual. Ola’s world was filled with religious texts, the advice of her teachers, and lengthy discussions about Islamic jurisprudence. But amidst the pages of tafsir and hadith, Ola quietly harbored one dream: to study English Literature. For Ola, language is a window. She loved how words could shape the world, how poetry could whisper pain, and how novels could serve as an escape from the harsh realities of life. But her dream was no easy feat. In the world where she grew up, English Literature was not the primary choice. And the world of higher education... was too far removed from what she knew. While her friends were busy applying for college after graduation, Ola joined a service program at a bo...