X is at the crossroads of her life. She has been on the Hajj twice. The last trip had her questioning the one main issue that had brought her much love and happiness, but did not coincide with her religious beliefs.

X is a lesbian. She is in a dilemma: if she chooses the right path, she knows she may find a place in paradise, but her life will be without companionship and sex. Should she decide to opt for love and a home with a woman, she can pray all she wants, flagellate herself if need be, but she'll never touch the lowest of heavens.

"I don't know what to do. When I went to Mecca for my Hajj, I prayed to God to take away my sexuality, make me normal, because no matter how hard I try to justify myself, the Book does not sanction homosexuality. But when I came back imagine it's been years since I've been on a date with a woman. I go off for my second pilgrimage and wham! Women everywhere!"

"What do I do?" she asks plaintively.

In her bid to cleanse herself from her sins, she goes from one ustaz to another, in vain hope that her sexuality is erased and she becomes pure. She seeks solace in dzikirs and prayers, while yearning for that one thing.