4 Days

Early mornings, bleary eyes, Ikram wakes as the sun does rise. Three days now, a new routine, The office beckons, a familiar scene. Two days were fine, but three's a test, Adapting slowly, trying her best. The hope remains it won't increase, Four days would disturb her peace. Aimane jests with dramatic flair, Of oppression and employer's glare. Though said in jest, a truth rings clear, The change is tough, the struggle near. From home to office, the pendulum swings, Uncertainty of what the future brings. But in this shift, they're not alone, A shared experience, far from home. As weeks pass by, we'll find our way, Balancing work and life each day. The office return, a challenge true, But with time, we'll see it through.