
Writer and researcher Lina Siyagh
Nora returned, not to a homeland, but to waiting. In her womb, a life grows, and in her heart, a promise slowly erodes.
They were around her like a heavy shadow, taking without seeing, smiling… and in their eyes something like a threat.
And a distant husband, promising her another land, as if salvation is always postponed to a place that cannot be reached.
And when the edge between pain and birth was reached, they suddenly departed, as if they had played their part in cruel silence.
And they left her…to face the birth of truth alone.
Her husband returned the day she gave birth to her child Karim. He looked at him with a heart… that held no joy, not even the wonder of a first-time father.
He glanced at the child for a fleeting moment, as if the life before him meant nothing to him.
Then he put down the divorce papers and left…without a word, without explanation, not even a last look.
The fog enveloped the place, and the sky was heavy with gray clouds, as if nature itself was distressed by what had happened.
Nora remained…and a child without guilt, whom she carried in her arms as all that was left of the world for her.
Her father and younger brothers took her in, with hearts trying to mend what cannot be mended, and to give her some warmth in the face of an unseen cold.
And so a chapter ended, not because it was completed, but because it was broken.
In an unforgiving world, women pay the price for what they did not choose, and are sometimes reduced to what others want from them… not what they are.