Women's Revenge

Episode Third

In the spacious living room that had been missing the warmth of life since Omar's departure, Samar sat on the chair as if her body could no longer bear the weight of what her heart was experiencing. Her face was a mirror of anxiety, her features tense, and her sadness as deep as an unhealed wound. She tapped her fingers on the armrest of the right chair in a tense rhythm, while her feet shook unconsciously, as if she was trying to expel everything that weighed down her chest. On the opposite side sat Suhair, her eyes drowned in a sea of tears, staring into space with a face laden with worries, as if she was carrying the burden of the entire world on her shoulders. Silence ruled the place, a suffocating silence, as if an insulating wall held between them everything that words were unable to carry. Suddenly, Samar's voice broke the silence, hoarse but decisive: "I need to travel for a few months... my nerves are tired... and I want a change of scenery." She stood up with heavy steps, headed towards the stairs, then began to climb to her room on the upper floor, her back heavy with disappointment and hurt. Suhair remained in her place, following her with tearful eyes. Grief was gnawing at her, confusion was raging inside her; she had lost her husband days ago, and here was her only daughter, still a prisoner of the shock of a r**e that had extinguished her light. She had no choice but to lower her head, silently embracing her pain,

In the quiet of her room, which had witnessed nights laden with tears, Samar sat in front of the small table next to the bed. She reached her trembling hand towards the drawer, opened it slowly as if afraid it would reveal her decision, and took out her passport. She stared at it for a long moment, her eyes shining with a mixture of fear and determination. She walked over to the closet, pulled out a medium-sized bag, placed it on the bed, and hurriedly began to put some clothes inside, as if escaping a shadow chasing her. Moments later, she threw the passport on top of the clothes, then firmly closed the bag, as if closing a door on her past with it. Lifting it over her shoulder with a steady step, she advanced towards the door of the room, opened it quietly, then exited and slowly closed it behind her, leaving the room immersed in a silence heavier than anything else.

Samar descended the stairs with slow steps, each movement carrying the weight of an irreversible decision. She was holding her bag with determination, her eyes fixed on the ground as if she was avoiding any stare. She passed her mother, Suhair, who was sitting in the living room, leaning on the couch, her eyes heavy with tears. Samar deliberately ignored her, not even a glance, as if there was a solid wall between them built from the pain of loss, fear, and silence. Suhair stood slowly, her body trembling, her tears streaming silently before turning into an unstoppable river. She followed her daughter as she headed to the door, opened it quietly, and exited, then closed it tightly behind her as if she was closing an entire chapter of her life. A moment of heavy silence took over the place, before Suhair burst into bitter tears, her voice filling the villa, which was empty of nothing but sadness.