Pulsely Stories - After the storms

Chapter 1 - Prologue

I left the law office without a sound.

Once the door closed behind me, a long sigh escaped me, torn from my chest. I had dreaded this meeting, convinced that it would break me again, that I would come out empty, in tears.

But that was not the case.

And I was the first to be surprised.

I had already cried too much, screamed too much in silence for months.

Today, there was nothing left.

Maybe I had started to heal without even realizing it.

The sky above me was pale, as if hesitant to choose its mood. But for once, that wasn't my case. I knew what I felt.

I felt free.

At first this thought frightened me. She seemed too... unknown to me. I was afraid to venture there.

And yet, it came back like an echo.

Libre.

I pulled my hijab a little more over my shoulders.

A woman came out behind me. She lowered her head after giving me an embarrassed smile, full of compassion. A look that was reserved for people who were undergoing great difficulties, without contempt but with awkward pity.

I would have liked to tell him: “It’s not a failure or a shame.”

But I kept quiet.

We don't need to justify ourselves to move forward.

I walked aimlessly, as if my body had to learn to breathe again. To move forward without these chains. A huge ball of gratitude rose in my throat.

Thank you Allah for helping me get out of what could have broken me.

I stopped in front of a bench to sit there for a moment. With my face towards the sky, I closed my eyelids.

I now had room to dream, to rebuild myself.

To love, perhaps, one day.

But not right away.

Allah freed me from a painful thing. I entrust the rest to Him.

After the storms

Chapter 1 - Prologue

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