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She rubbed them slowly for a moment before getting back up.

Then she freed herself from that horrible dress.

Yes.

She had begun to see it as disgusting.

Repulsive.

It didn't suit her.

She had been completely wrong to think she could change herself just to catch his attention.

When she had decided to do this, she hadn't even been one hundred percent certain that he would look at her in the first place.

No matter what she wore.

And now she was a billion percent certain that he would nev
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  • A heart bleeding with love   37

    Perhaps he had finally taken pity on her terrified state, caused by the effect of his frightening gaze. But what he said proved there was not even a trace of pity inside him. "That mind of yours that made you think you could ever think about another man... it's going to pay for that thought tonight." What did he mean? She genuinely did not understand. She wanted an explanation, but she remained standing where she was, her wet hair dripping onto her neck and the exposed upper part of her back below her pajamas. Tears had gathered in her eyes. For the first time, she saw Nader like this. As though he had completely transformed into someone else. Her mind, which had been paralyzed only moments ago, finally began working again. She thought of running. Yes. Running. She needed to get out of the room—and out of the apartment entirely. No one was home to stop him from doing whatever he intended to do. The street would be safer than this place now. For some time, he had stopp

  • A heart bleeding with love   36

    headed toward the large sofa in the middle of their spacious living room, directly facing the enormous television. She picked up the remote and flipped through the channels absentmindedly. Fifteen minutes passed while she listened to the television without actually paying attention to anything, simply because she was bored and had nothing else to do. She tilted her head back against the edge of the sofa and closed her eyes in boredom and irritation. She let out a long, frustrated sigh. Boredom. Boredom. There was nothing but boredom. Her days had become monotonous and repetitive. She woke up shortly before noon because she absolutely hated getting up early. She despised mornings. She preferred nighttime, when everything was quiet and the air carried a gentle breeze. The days truly repeated themselves. The same faces. The same events. Every single day, nothing new. If she ever thought of keeping a diary, she would probably write the first day and then spend the rest of it

  • A heart bleeding with love   35

    Radwa raised her eyes lazily, as though trying to rid herself of the weight of the conversation. It was a look she had mastered over the years, almost like a shield protecting her from the pressures of the outside world. She tilted her head slightly and shook it with stubborn laziness before answering: "You know, Mom, I don't like this kind of atmosphere. And traveling makes me tired too, so I'll stay here while you guys go." Her mother, Siham, watched her silently for a few moments, as though studying the effect of her words on her daughter's face. Then she moved lightly and sat beside her. The rustling of her comfortable clothes blended with her worried voice, which somehow sounded as though the voices of all mothers in the world had gathered inside it. "Please, just bear with us and come. We won't stay long anyway. I don't want to leave you here alone. I'm worried about you. There's no one staying here except you." Radwa looked at her mother, her expression mixing reassuranc

  • A heart bleeding with love   34

    ❈-❈-❈ She sat in the middle of her mother’s bed, holding a handful of tiny hair clips in different colors. In front of her, her eight-year-old sister, Arwa, sat cross-legged with her back turned toward her. After some consideration, Radwa finally chose a red clip that matched Arwa’s red dress, patterned with white. She picked up the brush and began combing her sister’s hair, then carefully gathered it and secured the clip in place, finally adding the finishing touch. Her mother stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her hijab and arranging her clothes in preparation to leave. The room around them was in complete disarray. Clothes were scattered in every direction, along with shoes and socks. This was usually what their house looked like whenever they were all getting ready to attend an occasion. And since tonight was the wedding of Norhan, Nancy’s older sister, the entire family was preparing to travel to Alexandria to attend the celebration... Except her. She was not going.

  • A heart bleeding with love   33

    Her father was genuinely affectionate and treated her with love and tenderness. He was a good father. Just not a good husband to her mother. Then her father also fell in love with a woman who worked with him and eventually married her. So Radwa returned to her homeland for the third time, going to live with her mother and her two sisters. All of this had affected her deeply, though she never showed it. She became convinced that she wasn't important to anyone. She often wondered why she even existed. Who did she live for? Until the answer finally appeared. It appeared two years ago, when she fell in love with him. She had been eighteen at the time, having just finished high school and entered university. It was her first experience with love. For the first time, she felt something so powerful. From the moment they met, her heart warned her that his features were not meant to be fleeting. They were engraved within her heart like a stubborn plant that refused to wither, n

  • A heart bleeding with love   32

    She walked through the large living room. The loud music echoed throughout the house. She sighed repeatedly that night. She did nothing but sigh. She felt as though she were losing. Losing what? She didn't know. Perhaps it was love. A love that had pulled her out of the dull, monotonous, and equally sad corner of her life. She had always felt that she wasn't important to anyone. Always the second choice. The alternative option. Ever since she was ten years old, when her parents finally decided to separate after a miserable marriage, she had carried the consequences of a failed relationship. She didn't show how deeply it had affected her, but she had paid the price for a failed choice. A father who had chosen a beautiful, aristocratic woman from a prominent family, with a strong social standing. And a mother who had chosen a free-spirited man who lived a life of adventure and constant travel. Her mother had wanted someone to rescue her from her father's control and opp

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