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Everything fell silent and Najwa stayed behind the locked door until nightfall, then she went out to look for her mother. She found her lying in bed. sick. A victim of her daughter's madness. Najwa fell beside her, kissing her. crying and saying through her tears: I'm sorry, Mama, but I said I don't want to get married. I can't get married now, Mama, or even accept an engagement, and forgive me, Mama. From today, I'll listen to your words. I'll be at your beck and call. What's important is that you don't get sick. Your health is my life, Mama.
She loved her mother. In spite of all the friction between them, in spite of the endless quarrels betweenThey love her and love her to this day. Her mother, despite everything that happened, still tried to marry her off, but she no longer invites suitors to the house unless Najwa agrees, and Najwa doesn't agree.
She was in love, the only love of her life, the love that still pulsates in her veins today, but... Is this love? Can what she had with Adel be love? Najwa leaned her head against the airplane seat cushion, closed her eyes, and began to reminisce about her memories with Adel. from the very first day. It's like a story she can't get enough of rereading.
