Shaima never knew anything but silence... and internal conflicts. She lived by her feelings... and all she coveted was the minimum of her humanity, amidst a life she deserved every day. But time continued to pass without anything happening, until suddenly that psychological mystery began... with the appearance of the first gift in her desk drawer! Then her sensitivity to the social rejection that was constantly surrounding her decreased, and she felt alive. Will she finally find a seat in the gallery, or will the Darwinian law of nature prevail? The weak die...