I thought I would pass away. But you took my wound and made light out of it. And now I share this light with others.
20 years later
The house was old but warm. The kitchen was full of the sound of children’s laughter.
– Dad, dad!
Did grandma really work as a waitress?
Mahmud smiled, wiping his hands on a towel.
— Yes, my little stars. Only she wasn’t just a waitress. She became a symbol of strength.
For one woman. For ten. Then for hundreds.
— Has anyone ever offended her?
– Yes.
A powerful man. He humiliated her when she carried me under her heart. He saw nothing in her but weakness.
But he did not know that this woman would one day become a support for others.
The girls rushed to her, hugging her.
– Grandma, did you create a fairy tale?
– No, honey. This is not a fairy tale. This is my story.
“We’ll be kind!
We promise!” the second granddaughter said.
Safiya closed her eyes. Peace, love and calm reigned in the house.
