Silent Tears in Fereshteh's House: Moans of Apology and Begging for Imran's Return скачать в хорошем качестве

Silent Tears in Fereshteh's House: Moans of Apology and Begging for Imran's Return

In the heart of starless nights, where the shadows of separation crawled on the walls of an old house, Fereshte Khanum, that heartbroken butterfly with eyes full of unspoken tears, took refuge in the arms of her four little children; trembling and innocent petals that still do not understand the bitter taste of separation, but in the silence of the night, they feel the whisper of a mother whose heart is like a candle about to go out. Separation from Master Imran, the man who was once the strong pillar of their center, arose like a devastating earthquake; a master builder who, with callused hands, not only raised the walls, but also poured love into the foundation of the family. But the incompatible winds took him away from this sacred soil, and Fereshte, alone with four homeless birds, was left alone in the cold winds. After that heartbreaking farewell, Master Imran's call came like a spark in the darkness; A familiar, yet wounded voice, reaching out from afar toward the house. Fereshte, with a heavy heart, grabbed the phone, and her tears fell like a relentless rain. Her apology did not come from her lips, but from the depths of her soul; a maternal whisper, full of regret and heartache, each word of which sat like a razor on her chest: “Imran, come... This house without you is a cage devoid of song. My children, these little flowers, await your hands, and I... I, like a burnt candle, breathe only in the memory of your eyes in these nights without you.” Her plea rose like a prayer at dawn; a plea to return to the home of love, to rebuild those broken bridges that had collapsed between hearts. She was begging not for herself, but for those four little stars that were fading in their family sky, without a father; for seven-month-old Nika, that delicate baby whose smile was like a spring breeze, the angel's only refuge in the storm. But oh, that heartbreaking threat from Imran, like a dagger, pierced Fereshta's heart from behind! The threat to take Nika from her embrace, from that warm skirt that had wrapped her in itself for seven months like a mother's lullaby. "If I don't come back, I will take Nika from you," these words became not a threat, but an elegy on their lives; a nightmare that made Fereshta tremble in her wakefulness. How could she imagine that the hands that once caressed Nika would now cast the shadow of separation over her? Fereshta, with eyes red from sleeplessness, hugged her children to her chest; Four little souls who, like wingless butterflies, were searching for light in this family storm. She was begging, not out of weakness, but from the depth of a motherly love that transcended boundaries; a plea to preserve this little flower garden, so that Nika, that smaller angel, would grow in a safe embrace, not among the blades of separation. This story of Fereshte and her children is a tale of the burning of broken hearts in the twists and turns of life; where love, like a raging river, sometimes overflows and sometimes reaches dry land, but a mother like Fereshte, with her tears, makes it flow again. I wish the winds would calm down, and Imran, that master of hearts, would remember that a home is not a wall or a roof, but these beating hearts that together create a sky. My heart aches for them, for those unanswered pleas, for those threats that fall like a shadow on the future, and for the angel who shines like a hidden sun in the silence of the night, only for his children. #Angel_Khanom #Four_Innocent_Children #Separation_of_Professor_Imran #Motherly_Apology #Pleading_for_Return #Seven_Months_of_Nika #Mother_Heart_Heartache #Broken_Family_Center #Motherly_Love #Little_Nika #Family_Tragedy #Angel_Tears_and_Sighs