I built the nest, but lost my son’s wife.

I built the nest, but lost my son’s wife.

Akram, with his calloused hands, placed the final reeds on the roof of the hut. The home he had built with effort and love was meant to be a shelter for his family. But before he could even finish, his daughter-in-law’s voice rose in protest. The cold air, the fragile walls, and the wind slipping through the cracks were unbearable for a pregnant woman. The argument escalated, words clashed in the air, and finally, she made her decision. Her eyes were filled with anger and despair.

With a lump in her throat, she placed her little son, Amir Hesam, in Akram’s arms and said, “You take care of him!” Then, with unsteady yet determined steps, she walked away toward her father’s house. Akram stood still, the cold now piercing deeper than before, watching the footprints of the woman fading into the distance. The hut was built, but his family was falling apart.
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