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"That you support women working. Most men completely refuse to let their wives work. They say a woman's place is in the kitchen and raising children.""Of course I don't think that way. A woman is a human being, and she has every right to work and build something of her own. And anyone who thinks otherwise is backward. He thinks God created a woman only to be the mother of his children—or, more accurately, his and his children's servant. And all of that, of course, comes at the expense of the woman's rights."She listened carefully to his polished words.She straightened in her seat and began sitting more comfortably.The nervousness that had consumed her only minutes earlier slowly faded.She became absorbed in the conversation.He continued:"I'm completely against the idea that a woman's place is in the kitchen. That's backward thinking. Women today are members of society. They hold high positions and play important roles in every field."A man has no right to restrict his wife's f

That EveningShe stared at the screen of her phone as it suddenly lit up.His name appeared across the screen, announcing an incoming call from him.Her heartbeat accelerated like the pounding of drums.It felt as though her heart might leap straight out of her chest, and she had no idea why.She held the phone between her hands and raised it to her ear.His masculine voice reached her a moment later."Peace be upon you."If he had been standing in front of her, he would have seen the enormous smile that nearly swallowed her face.A foolish smile occupied her lips.Her heart pounded like drums, and she felt as though countless butterflies were fluttering throughout the room.Ever since that day, her entire being had changed.She did not know what he had done to her during those few minutes they had spent together.He never left her thoughts.It was as though she had become a teenage girl again, sitting in high school and longing to hear a single sweet word.His voice alone had awakene

-❈-❈ At exactly nine-thirty in the morning, Ghalia had finished getting dressed in preparation for going out to buy the apartment's furniture, as they had agreed the day before. She first went to her aunt's house. She found Samar coming out through the gate, already dressed as well. Omar was waiting for them in Waleed's car, which Waleed had lent him so he could take care of his errands. The two girls approached him and climbed into the back seat. He started the car and drove toward their destination. About half an hour later, he stopped in front of one of the largest furniture showrooms in the entire district. They all got out and headed inside. As soon as they reached the entrance, Omar said: "You two go ahead and choose whatever you like. I'll go talk to the owner." He wanted them to choose on their own so they could feel more comfortable. After all, this was going to be Ghalia's apartment, and she would be the one spending most of her time there. She should be the one

❈-❈-❈ Nadia had just finished her prayer when she remained seated on her prayer mat, praying to Allah that her son was safe. Tears filled her eyes as she longed for him. More than a month and a half had passed, yet Omar still had not appeared, nor had he even called her or sent any word. That period had felt like a hundred years to her. Every day, she waited for his return, but he never came. She couldn't understand how he could stay away for all this time without asking about her or missing her... She jolted in her seat the moment the door to her room suddenly flew open, slamming against the wall so hard that it nearly broke. Youssef stormed inside, his face making it painfully clear that he had not come bearing any good news. Nadia sprang to her feet in alarm and shouted angrily: —How dare you come in here like that without knocking?! He twisted his lips mockingly and spoke sharply, his anger evident in every word: —This is my house, madam. Or have you forgotten? Where is

Their loud laughter erupted the moment they stepped out of the police station. Samar's bizarre plan had worked perfectly. She had spent the entire interrogation shamelessly flirting with the poor officer, who was used to seeing nothing but soldiers and criminals every day. It had therefore been easy for her to manipulate him. Her idea had been ridiculous, but it had worked. And now they were walking away free. —I seriously can't believe we got out that easily! Ghalia exclaimed happily. Samar swayed beside her with exaggerated pride, boasting about the success of her plan. —All the credit goes to me and my brilliant ideas. —I swear, you're a genius! How did you even come up with that idea? My heart was practically in my throat. If the officer hadn't fallen for your nonsense, instead of throwing us in jail, he would've sent us straight to the prosecution office. Samar was about to answer, but her phone suddenly rang. She quickly pulled it out. The moment she saw more than a