Mehrin gradually realized—
Her family was strangely divided into two.
When the door was closed,
Rashed was her husband.
When the door was opened,
he was a stranger.
When Rashed was at home, everything seemed normal.
They ate together.
They talked together.
Sometimes they dreamed of the future.
Rashed would say—
"If we go abroad, we will start a new life."
Mehrin would close her eyes and dream of that dream.
A small house.
A new city.
No one knows their past.
There, she would be able to proudly say—
"I am Rashed's wife."
But the reality was different.
When Rashed left—
the house would become very empty.
Mehrin would sit by the window.
People would walk along the street.
Husband and wife would shop together.
The children would play.
Then she would feel—
Everyone knew someone or something.
Only her…
Not anyone.
One night she dared to say to Rashed—
"Will you ever introduce me as your wife in front of everyone?"
Rashed was a little annoyed.
"Are you saying this again?"
Mehreen said slowly—
"Because it hurts me a lot."
Rashed sighed.
"Be patient a little longer."
Mehreen didn't say anything else.
But before she went to sleep that night, a question kept running through her mind—
How long will this 'a little longer' last?