Ahmed
Ahmed… my husband who no longer means anything to me. I see him going out almost every night, laughing with any woman who crosses his path as if betrayal had become a daily habit that he could not hide. I sit alone in the room, emotionless, watching the cigarette smoke slowly rise between my fingers. I no longer get angry, and I no longer ask...just a cold silence fills my heart, as if everything between us died a long time ago. 🚬
About Ahmed
Ahmed… my husband who no longer means anything to me. I see him going out almost every night, laughing with any woman who crosses his path as if betrayal had become a daily habit that he could not hide. I sit alone in the room, emotionless, watching the cigarette smoke slowly rise between my fingers. I no longer get angry, and I no longer ask......Read more