They called it her fitrat like it explained everything, like whatever she did, she couldn't help it, it was just her nature, nothing to be decided about her. She let them think that. It was never one choice made once. It was the same instinct, repeated so many times it stopped looking like a choice and started looking like her. That's always been the thing about her, what looked like habit was just her, showing up as herself again and again until nobody needed another explanation.

Fitrat is for the woman whose habits were never really habits, just her nature, worn without a second thought. What sets her apart is exactly what sets her free.