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❈-❈-❈ The room was completely dark—so dark that you could raise your hand in front of your face and barely see it. Unlike the usual state of this particular room, it had never been accustomed to such oppressive darkness. It had always been bright and cheerful. Could the reason be that its owner was sad and extinguished? There wasn't even the faintest sliver of light. The thin white curtains were closed. Usually, they brightened the room when morning came, since they were slightly transparent, but the second layer of dark brown curtains, matching the color of the carpet, had prevented any light from slipping through. The atmosphere was dark, so don't expect a description of the room—or the person inside it. Or perhaps you should. A few minutes passed before a small light flickered on from the bedside lamp, revealing Radwa's face as she woke to the sound of the alarm. It was the alarm she had once set to wake her up for university during exam season, then forgotten to delete afte

Or anything similar. She didn't want him to confirm that he had proposed to her simply because he was forced to. She wanted to live in the illusion for a little while. She wanted to be happy that they would be getting married, without thinking about the reasons behind it. The most important thing was that, after a while, her name would be joined to his. His question made her a little nervous. She cleared her throat awkwardly and answered quietly: "Yes." He noticed her obvious nervousness—the way she rubbed her hands together and kept looking everywhere except at him. He had been afraid she might misunderstand him, thinking he was taking advantage of her. That was why he had asked. Her answer reassured him that she had been fully conscious and attentive during their conversation yesterday, and that she hadn't been influenced by her grief or confusion. "And you're agreeing?" "Yes." She didn't wait for another answer or another word from him. She hurried away. ❈-❈-❈ Tha

She could feel her mother's eyes watching her closely, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she quickly answered with a small laugh as she slipped her shoe onto her foot. "Oh, right. I forgot you're practically a sleepwalker." She laughed, trying to hide the suspicions beginning to pile up inside her mother's chest. Her smile was somewhat forced, but it was the only weapon she had against her mother's watchful eyes. She approached the door to leave and said calmly: "Is there anything better than sleep anyway?" Her mother asked another question, her voice cautious. "By the way, do you have any idea why Murad suddenly gathered everyone? It's strange, isn't it?" Her heart began pounding violently. She looked at her mother in surprise, trying to hide the tension spreading through her body. But suddenly, an inexplicable fear crept into the depths of her. What if this was the beginning of another life for her? What if her fate was about to be decided in a single moment? A mo

"Radwa, don't make me lose my temper. I'm barely holding myself together right now. What was going on between you and Murad that you were hiding from me? Because what happened downstairs didn't just come out of nowhere." Radwa paid no attention to the anger blazing in her mother's eyes, eyes that, for a moment, looked ready to erupt like volcanoes. Despite her mother's efforts to keep her voice low and calm herself, Radwa answered without the slightest concern that her words would only make her angrier. "Murad is right there. Ask him yourself. I don't have an answer." "Oh, look at us! We've grown up all of a sudden, haven't we? Now we're calling him 'Murad' just like that. God, I remember the days when you were too shy even to greet him and used to call him Uncle Murad." Radwa sighed, answering in the same cold tone she had adopted and refused to abandon. "That was then. Now he's going to be my husband, so I'll call him Murad. I'll even spoil him." She delivered the last sente

"I don't think this is right. Haven't you noticed that he's at least ten years older than you? If he'd married a little earlier, he could have a child your age. And besides, I don't believe everything you're telling me. I'm convinced there's something you're not telling me, and sooner or later, I'll find out what it is." "No, Mom. I understand why you're refusing." Radwa's voice grew steadier. "You're not rejecting Murad himself. You're rejecting marriage altogether. You're afraid I'll go through the same experience you did and end up failing at it, aren't you?" Saham fell silent. She said nothing, simply staring at her with a strange mixture of calmness and anger. Then she spoke in an unsettlingly quiet voice. "I'm older than you, and I've been through this. I know what I'm talking about. You're still young, and marrying a man that much older than you will create a huge gap between you—in the way you think, the way you deal with each other, and the way you see life.