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In the realm of love, there are the tales of love at first sight and the slow burn of affection after getting to know someone. However, our hero found himself caught in the midst of a unique journey - he fel...
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Through the tears, we find strength to cope, In the depths of despair, we dare to hope.
In the quiet expanse of the house, a heavy sense of disintegration hung in the air. Sila's voice, soft and laden with sorrow, found its way to the photograph of her late husband.
"We are falling apart," she murmured, her gaze fixed on the frozen moment captured in the frame.
"It's as though everything is poised to crumble as the new year dawns. Our joy, our shared recollections, our love... all of it."
Regret etched lines upon her face as she recalled the accusations levelled at Shafaq, her youngest harbouring suspicions. Even in the face of accusation, Shafaq shielded her from shame with her silence. Sila's heart ached with remorse for the choices she had made, for the life she had led. The weight of unvoiced truths bore down on her, particularly the thought of meeting Shafaq's gaze.
"The harsh reality has finally struck me – our bond is so fragile that a stranger's accusations could shatter it. It took just one outsider, insulting and blaming my daughter, to tear us apart? I fear this stranger will disrupt more than just our family ties."
"I feel so alone. I wish you were here with me," her voice quivered as tears streamed down her cheeks, some for the present turmoil and others for a past she couldn't amend.
"If your daughter were to ask for my life, I would gladly surrender it to her," she confessed to the photograph, her voice tinged with resignation.
"Mum!" Shafaq's voice, laced with concern, shattered the reverie. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah," Sila swiftly brushed away the evidence of her sadness, hoping to shield Shafaq from the rawness of her pain. Unbeknownst to her, it was a futile effort. Shafaq, too, feigned ignorance, as if the tears were mere illusion.
"I just came to tell you that..." Shafaq's words trailed off, her voice catching in her throat as Aaina entered the room. The air seemed to thicken with unspoken tension, each step Aaina took a heavy reminder of the wounds that still festered between them.
Sila's heart clenched at the sight of her daughters, the distance between them palpable yet unbridgeable.
Aaina, absent from school since the incident, had withdrawn into a profound silence. Sila's gaze met Shafaq's, a hinted apology passing between them.
"I am going for an interview," Shafaq finished her sentence and gave Sila a weak smile and with a heavy heart, she departed, leaving behind a room steeped in quiet sorrow, a harbinger of a new year fraught with uncertain futures.
"It's alright, Shafaq. In a few days, everything will be back to normal." She murmured to herself as she descended the stairs, each step a silent echo of her inner turmoil.
"Afterall with time, every wound heals," she whispered, a fragile attempt to infuse herself with a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness that threatened to consume her.
