Went to the 'Mahila jail' for the first time!

Today I visited the Mahila Jail.
Contrary to what I thought, it was a clean huge open place. The use of the word open sounds rather funny here, since all it offers is nothing but confinement. Literally.
The inmates were happy people surprisingly. Despite all their problems. Imagine being forced to live in one place for 9 years without even doing anything wrong. There families don't come to meet them, their parents have abandoned them because they think "log kya kahenge" how many mouths do you shut? How many people do you fight with? What option do you have?
There is nothing in their lives to look forward to. Except that hope that one day someone will come and say "zamanat ho gayi" that's all they think about. Yet they find happiness. In small things. Like a good meal. Like solving a maths sum. Like learning how to write their name. Like seeing a new face: today that face was mine.
How do they still have so much love in them? So much hope? So much unity? So much care?
The more I think about this I feel stupid about how people live.

Most of them were fasting (roza) whether her name was tanya or tazneem. Some do it out of their own faith and some because their friends have faith