Shedding tears for her poor child, who passed away immediately after delivering her baby, Raghad’s mother never expected that her little girl’s marriage would end like this. “I wish she had realized my anger and quarrels with her father before that marriage,” said the grieving mother.
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Everything seems different this morning; the expressions on people’s faces, their concerns, and their feeling of the breeze that moves the leaves. Today is the time for their suffering to end; the time for tears to disappear and be replaced with smiles. …
In a muddy yard, Hiba holds a spool of white thread. At first, you might think the little girl is about to make a kite to run after in the camp. You would also imagine her drown in laughter and joy. But in fact, these threads are Hiba’s only “shield” to survive….
