Sakineh between tears, the child's pain, and the accusation that set his soul on fire

🌪️ An emotional, emotional, and crushing account of Sakineh's state After Shahab left, Sakineh was left in a house where every corner smelled of loneliness. The silence of the house was like a rope around her throat. In order to escape from thoughts and fantasies, she immersed herself in household chores. She washed the puppy, swept the yard... But deep down, there was chaos. The cost of living was too heavy for a single woman to bear. She didn't want Shahab to know that she had to go to the surrounding villages to work. Her pride wouldn't let her say, "I didn't make it..." When she reached the neighboring village, a kind woman with an understanding look invited her to her house. Sakineh started washing dishes with all her might. But her hands were shaking. Her complexion was pale. Pain rose from her stomach and spread like fire through her body. The landlady said worriedly: “Oh my God, I’ll die for you… Sit down, my daughter.” She brought sugar water, but Sakineh’s pain was not something that could be soothed by sweets. Her baby was restless in her belly, as if it was asking for help. At that moment, the landlady’s son suddenly said loudly: “Mom! I don’t have my watch… I think this lady took it!” The world spun around Sakineh. It was as if someone had suddenly emptied all the air in the room. Her eyes filled with tears, but she suppressed her anger. Her voice trembled: “I… I came to work… to make halal bread… I didn’t come to steal…” The landlady said angrily to her son: “What are you talking about? This lady herself is in a thousand pains…” But Sakineh couldn’t stay any longer. She left the house with teary eyes. The air was heavy, as if the sky itself felt his pain. A few minutes later, the boy found his watch. He ran after Sakineh with shame and said: “Madam… I’m sorry… I made a mistake…” But Sakineh couldn’t hear anything anymore. Her pain had become more intense. Her legs were shaking. She was short of breath. When she reached the house, she leaned against the door frame. Cold sweat was on her forehead. She put her hand on her stomach and whispered: “My child… endure…” But she wasn’t feeling well at all. Neither her body, nor her heart, nor her soul. #accusation_against_Sekineh_and_her_baby#baby_pain_in_Sekineh's_heart#Sekineh_was_accused_with_stomach_pain#accusation_that_shook_the_baby's_soul#Sekineh's_tears_for_her_baby#Sekineh's_innocence_and_the_fetal_pain#Sekineh_under_the_burden_of_accusation_and_the_baby's_pain#accusations_that_burned_the_mother_and_the_baby