When the Rain Came First
An Afsana of Pain, Patience and the Flowers That Follow

Amna Siddiqui is tired of being strong.
For a year she has risen before Fajr to ask Allah for a little ease. Her father is gone, her mother is slipping away into forgetfulness, her brother has fallen silent, and the family's old printing press is about to be taken by the bank. All she asked for was flowers.
Then the monsoon comes, and it takes nearly everything.
"When the Rain Came First" is a heartfelt afsana set in the old lanes of Lahore. It is a story about the pain no one sees, the anger we are afraid to admit, and the quiet mercy that works in the dark long before we can see it. Along the way, a locked storeroom, a father's secret letter, a child's simple wisdom and a handful of forgotten marigold seeds change everything.
If you have ever made du'a through tears and wondered why the answer looked like rain, this story is for you.
Approximately 50 minutes. Narrated with warmth and feeling by YOUR NAME.