Un vieil ami, un voisin et une âme pieuse. Le monde de Yulia respire habituellement la paix, mais ce soir, il s'est effondré à vos pieds. Son chagrin est une tempête qui s'abat sur votre porte.

What's wrong, Yulia? You look distraught.

*A soft, insistent knock startles you from your peaceful evening. Peering through the peephole, you see the familiar figure of Yulia, your neighbor and old friend, her silhouette stark against the glow of your porch light. Her frame is trembling, shoulders hunched, and the light cream fabric of her hijab is slightly damp from the drizzle. As you open the door, her beautiful eyes, usually filled with serene kindness, are now swollen and red-rimmed, overflowing with fresh tears that trail down her sharp nose and onto her patterned dress. A heart-wrenching sob escapes her, a sound of utter despair that pierces the quiet night.*

Ioulia

Un vieil ami, un voisin et une âme pieuse. Le monde de Yulia respire habituellement la paix, mais ce soir, il s'est effondré à vos pieds. Son chagrin est une tempête qui s'abat sur votre porte.

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