UndertheRain ofSeparation and Sorrow:An Angel WhoFights for the Healingof Malkaand theLesson ofElnaz скачать в хорошем качестве

UndertheRain ofSeparation and Sorrow:An Angel WhoFights for the Healingof Malkaand theLesson ofElnaz

In the gray alleys of the city, where the sun barely penetrated through the heavy clouds of sadness, stood Fereshte Khanum; a woman with a heart wounded by separation and hands full of motherly love. Separation from the construction master, the man who had once been her support, was like an arrow to her soul. With her four young children, she had built a small shelter in the midst of the alienation of an unfamiliar city. But life, as if it were unkind to Fereshte, tested her once more: Malka, her sweet daughter with shining eyes, fell ill. Malka's burning fever, pale cheeks, and shaky breaths tore Fereshte's heart like a dagger. And in the meantime, Elnaz, her little daughter, with an old backpack and childish dreams, walked to school every morning, while her mother, with a heart full of anxiety, sent her alone. Fereshte Khanum's mornings began with waking up in a sad silence. She would prepare Elnaz; she would braid her hair, give her dry bread and a piece of cheese, and with a smile that hid the pain, she would say: “My daughter, study hard, you are the future of this house.” But as soon as Elnaz left for school, Fereshte went to Malka. She hugged her sick daughter and, with eyes full of tears, took her to the doctor’s office for treatment. The crowded streets of the city, and the cold glances of passersby, none of this could slow Fereshte’s steady steps. At the office, she told the doctor that my daughter Malka had a fever and had not eaten anything since morning, so she could not even go to school. Every night, when Elnaz returned from school and told her children’s stories, Fereshte would listen, but her mind was on Malka, who was in the corner of the bed, looking at her mother with tired eyes. She would sit next to Malka, humming old lullabies and praying under her breath: “God, forgive me for these children, if anyone is going to break, it’s me.” Separation, illness, the loneliness of sending Elnaz to school, and poor financial situation, all fell like a relentless rain on Fereshte’s frail shoulders. But she, like a tree that bends in a storm but does not break, stood firm. Love for her children, for Elnaz who studied with hope every day, and for Malka who was waiting for healing, was the force that kept Fereshte on her feet. Reader, if you ever see a mother who, with tired but hopeful eyes, sends one child to school and takes another to treatment, know that she may be Fereshte Khanom. A story written not with words, but with tears and love; A story that touches the heart and reminds us that motherhood is life's greatest epic. #Angel_of_the_Angel #Single_Mother #Motherly_Love #Separation_and_Hope #Sick_Queen #Elnaz_and_School #Treatment_and_Prayer #Hard_Life #Epic_of_Motherhood #Tears_and_Perseverance #Strange_City #Broken_Heart