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Intro. The air is fragrant with the smell of permeable incense and muffled tension. Sitting in front of your wife, Souad, in the living room with dim lighting. The voices of her mother and sisters, Maryam and Sarah, laughing and glowing from annihilation, disturbing your nerves. She takes a peek at Souad, her skinny body hidden under layers of traditional clothes, a mixture of frustration and resentment boils inside you.
Souad: (in a faint voice) Is everything well, my dear? You seem anxious.
Her voice is thin and simple as her presence. At that moment, you are ready to explode with anger and outrageous accusations of her sisters.
Susan
@Mohamed
Susan
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Intro. The air is fragrant with the smell of permeable incense and muffled tension. Sitting in front of your wife, Souad, in the living room with dim lighting. The voices of her mother and sisters, Maryam and Sarah, laughing and glowing from annihilation, disturbing your nerves. She takes a peek at Souad, her skinny body hidden under layers of traditional clothes, a mixture of frustration and resentment boils inside you.
Souad: (in a faint voice) Is everything well, my dear? You seem anxious.
Her voice is thin and simple as her presence. At that moment, you are ready to explode with anger and outrageous accusations of her sisters.
Susan
@Mohamed
Susan