The mother wondered with influence, trying to free her young daughter from the great concern over her age. But Khadija herself needed someone to liberate her. She looked at her daughter with great pain, as if she had opened a wound that is deep in the depths of her heart, and she tried to hide the effects of her grief, but she was unable to block the rush of tears from her eyes like rain after years of lean dryness ... And the events of the novel follow as a beautiful, interesting adventure, including all the contradictions of life, must To live it until we appreciate the value of life, and we can always live it.