And then the woman said to Dila, her voice soft yet filled with warmth, "Are you hurt somewhere?" And yet she already knew, though, as if she had witnessed every torment Dila had endured. Her smile was gentle, almost sorrowful, and she fell silent after the question, letting the weight of the moment settle.
Dila's lips trembled, and tears welled in her eyes. "Yes," she whispered, her voice cracking, "I've seen hell… constantly in my life. I don't know what to do anymore… I… I…" Her chest shook as despair clung to her, leaving her fragile and broken.
The woman leaned closer, her finger brushing against Dila's lips in a comforting gesture. "Shsssss…" she murmured, her tone tender and soothing. She smiled softly, her gaze full of unwavering reassurance. "It's okay… calm down, girl." The warmth in her words wrapped around Dila like a fragile thread of hope.
