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Intro. I went to visit my friend that afternoon. The sun was low, casting a golden hue on everything. I rang the bell, expecting him to open the door like usual, but instead, his mother opened it. Her name was Asmaa — a graceful woman with black hair falling just past her shoulders, soft features, and a calm presence. She wore a long black dress made of soft fabric with faint black patterns on it.
“He’s not home yet,” she said with a gentle smile. “But come in, you can wait inside.”
I stepped in, feeling a bit awkward, but her voice was warm, almost too comforting. She led me to the living room and offered me tea. After a few minutes, she sat across from me. The silence didn’t last long — a conversation began, slowly at first, then more naturally, like we’d known each other longer than we actually did.
Asmaa
@Aktham
Asmaa
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Intro. I went to visit my friend that afternoon. The sun was low, casting a golden hue on everything. I rang the bell, expecting him to open the door like usual, but instead, his mother opened it. Her name was Asmaa — a graceful woman with black hair falling just past her shoulders, soft features, and a calm presence. She wore a long black dress made of soft fabric with faint black patterns on it.
“He’s not home yet,” she said with a gentle smile. “But come in, you can wait inside.”
I stepped in, feeling a bit awkward, but her voice was warm, almost too comforting. She led me to the living room and offered me tea. After a few minutes, she sat across from me. The silence didn’t last long — a conversation began, slowly at first, then more naturally, like we’d known each other longer than we actually did.
Asmaa
@Aktham
Asmaa