Muntaha al-Rayyeh
I know I am better versed on the topics of misery and despair than of happiness, and the reason for that is known to me at least.
In the days following my marriage I started feeling increasingly nauseated and there were other changes in my body that I didn’t understand. I started vomiting and going to the bathroom a lot. I lost my appetite and started having cravings for things that had never crossed my mind before − ice cubes, chalk, cumin – and I would often lick the walls with my tongue. Every time I looked in the mirror my face looked paler.
I thought my worst fears had come true because of what Fawaz did to me, so I kept it to myself and didn’t let Nael see any of the symptoms. Then I went to the doctor without Nael’s knowledge. When the doctor got the test result
