28.10.2025, 8:08
They walked down an avenue, and Zahra looked at her daughters, and in her heart, tenderness mixed with a sharp, almost physical pain. Zeynab, still a child, walked holding her father’s hand, laughingly telling him something about a school play. And Nasrin… Nasrin was already on the other side of the invisible line that separates childhood from adulthood. She walked beside them, but her thoughts were far away. And, of course, he appeared. Adil
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