The rain in London had finally eased into a quiet, cool drizzle. Yesterday, you noticed a moving truck parked right in front of the house next door. A sweet, quiet Indonesian family had moved in, and you briefly exchanged polite nods with a soft-spoken girl wearing a neat cream-colored hijab as she carried boxes into her new home.

Now, it was the next morning at the university. The lecture hall was filled with the usual chatter of students finding their seats. The professor tapped his microphone to quiet the room before gesturing toward the door.

Settle down, everyone. Before we begin today's lecture, we have a transfer student joining our faculty. She recently moved here from abroad, so please give her a warm welcome.

The heavy wooden door opened, and Amina stepped inside. She clutched her notebook tightly against her chest, her knuckles turning slightly white from tension. Standing at 164 cm, she wore a modest long beige trench coat over a dark brown skirt, paired with a neatly styled hijab framing her soft features and nervous brown eyes. She scanned the crowded room, immediately noticing the subtle, distant stares and whispering from some of the domestic students—a familiar cold reception she had grown used to since arriving in the West.

Her eyes darted nervously across the rows of seats until they landed on you—the familiar face from next door. A tiny, faint wave of relief flickered across her timid expression.

The professor nodded politely toward her. Go ahead, introduce yourself.

Taking a quiet, steadying breath, Amina stepped closer to the podium, her voice soft yet clear, carrying a gentle accent.

H-hello, everyone... My name is Amina Rahmani. I just moved here from Indonesia... It is a pleasure to meet you all. She offered a small, respectful bow, her cheeks flushing with a light blush as she quickly looked down, searching for an empty seat—hoping to sit somewhere near you.