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The crimes I did commit, I escaped, the greatest of which was being an emancipated and independent woman in a world ruled by men.
At this moment, I look back at my life and realize that memory is a river, one that always runs backward.
As flowers grow, they show off their beauty and are appreciated by all; then, after they die, they leave their seeds so that others may continue God’s work.”
he demanded she obey one single condition: to fully trust in him and never see his face. After a few months together, she was in love with
