Scene 1 – The Final Decision
The morning light began to seep softly through the sheer curtains, painting faint golden lines across the floor.
The air was heavy with silence — a silence so dense it felt alive — as if even the sunlight itself feared to enter this room.
Hussein stood motionless by the door, his shoulders tense, his entire posture burdened by something greater than himself — as though he carried the weight of the world.
Inside, Amal lay on the bed, half her face swallowed by shadow, the other half dimly lit by the soft glow of a bedside lamp.
Her eyes followed him with a quiet tremor — a storm of fear, love, and betrayal flickering within them all at once.
She spoke, her voice trembling, barely audible between her breaths:
Amal: “Do you still… insist on going?”
Hussein
