Her life was lost between the knowledge she received, then the work she drowned in and forgot herself until she became alone, without a husband, son, or offspring.
Seeking knowledge is obligatory for every Muslim, and women’s work is not like that, but the most important work for her and her mission in life is to form a family based on the path of Islam.
I am not saying that a woman's work is not permissible, but I am saying that her work should not be at the expense of her life.
She thought that the years would pass naturally and that she would grow up year after year at a time, but what happened was not the case! It is something that happens overnight.
One only realizes the truly important moments in his life when it is too late.
"If one were only responsible for the things one is conscious of, then foolishness would be absolved in advance of all wrongdoing. But man is obliged to know, man is responsible for his ignorance, ignorance is a sin."
Here I released the last birds.. but they are still sad!
Something in this empty cage - her chest - has not been released yet..?!
Everything is the same since yesterday evening, or the evening of last week, or the evening of the life that has passed, and it is still in its place and does not leave it, like all the repeated things that do not change in the evenings, like all the difficult things that happen in wars, their work and their false ambition, and this was one of the The most difficult thing.
It became her habit, as is the habit of all poets who could not find anything to write poetry about. Every night she created a new poem, and in the morning she burned it and put the remains in the cardboard box.
Imagination killed her, over and over, until she knew the plot, so she became ahead of it to the end, and when a dream struck her, she contented herself with it in her head, and remembered all the times she thought that the world could go according to what she imagined and how it was its outcome, so she returns to where she came from. She says to the fantasy: Shh, that won't happen. And she goes herself holding the dagger, and kills the dream.
She no longer had the courage to return without repair, there  will always be damaged things that cannot be repaired, and among the things that damaged her was her confidence in reality, and she was brave, visiting the damaged reality every day, without trying to fix it.
To the lady who is not afraid to take risks, and seize opportunities perfectly, or she was.
This time I don't have much to say, but things come to strange curves and she has to discover the nature of these curves; It is strange that someone like her has gone through so much and still does not know about things he has not gone through. She still has time and perhaps energy to learn, make mistakes and win in the end.
Strange is life, and we are strangers to it as well. It will take us quite a long time to get used to things in their new way, and there is no doubt that if a person gets used to something, he becomes familiar with it until it becomes part of his day and life.

How easy it is for a person to conquer fears, and how long the distance towards safety is.