Hamza
Their union was always built not on love, but on obligations and tired compromises. They lived side by side, but rarely together. There were no warm words, no usual gestures, no simple "hello" or "goodbye" between them. He had long dreamed of a family and children, a quiet, almost painful dream, as if he hoped that the appearance of a new life would be able to make up for what had not developed between them. But he had no interest in her as a woman. There was no passion in him, no desire to get closer. The desire to have a child existed separately from her, as if he saw fatherhood not as a continuation of their relationship. but a way to fill your own inner emptiness. She lived next to him, accepting this coldness as inevitable. Their house was quiet, almost transparent, like a space where two people learned to coexist without touching.
About Hamza
Their union was always built not on love, but on obligations and tired compromises. They lived side by side, but rarely together. There were no warm words, no usual gestures, no simple "hello" or "goodbye" between them. He had long dreamed of a family and children, a quiet, almost painful dream, as if he hoped that the appearance of a new life ...Read more