A carefully folded letter.
Written in a delicate hand.
A letter from his mother.
She unfolded it slowly, her heart pounding.
The words were simple, but powerful.
“If you want to understand what true love is, first become someone the world despises, so that you may see who will love you without condition.”
Those words pierced her like a blade.
She saw herself again five days earlier, filled with anger, contempt, pride. She had hurt him, humiliated him, rejected him. She had refused his help, pushed away his hand, despised his existence.
And suddenly all of it came rushing back to her like a flood of regret.
She wanted to apologize.
She wanted to take his hand.
She wanted to tell him that something inside her had changed.
But her heart trembled too violently for her lips to dare speak a word.
The next morning, she took a deep breath and called him softly. She had never spoken to him that way before.
“Karim…”
He turned toward her, surprised by the gentleness of her voice.
“Yes, Amina?”
She lowered her head, ashamed, fragile.
“You have been so patient with me. While I have been so cruel.”
He smiled.
A slight smile, but one carrying a silent wound.
“I am used to being treated that way,” he murmured. “I blame no one.”
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