I pored over documents, preparing papers, organising timelines, sketching out criminal profiles, talking with lawyers and keeping my brother and mother’s spirits up. Late nights, weekends, several Ramadans, they were all spent praying and keeping our goal – justice and peace for our father – in sight. I was now a determined lawyer with a mission, in my 30s, and no longer the nervous teenage girl whose world had ended in 2006.
