The evening had settled softly over the house when Zahra sat on the edge of her bed, her legs folded beneath her, a leather-bound diary resting on her lap. Writing was her favorite part of the day, the one ritual that truly belonged to her. With every word she wrote, the heaviness inside her heart seemed to lighten, as if the pages absorbed her unspoken thoughts. ✍🏻
The room was calm, filled only with the sound of her pen gliding across paper.
She paused occasionally, staring at the window, recalling moments from the day before continuing. For Zahra, the diary was more than a habit,it was her refuge, a place where she could be honest without fear. 💙
The door opened quietly.
Yugh stepped inside, having just returned from the hospital. His shoulders sagged slightly with exhaustion, but the moment his eyes fell on Zahra, something softened within him. He smiled faintly as he watched her for a second, completely absorbed in her writing. 👣
Walking closer, he gently reached out and lifted the diary from her hands.
Zahra startled, her breath catching in her throat. "Yugh—" she said quickly, a hint of nervousness in her voice. "Give it back." 😥
There was a brief panic in her eyes, as though he had reached into a part of her she never allowed anyone to see.
Yugh raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering across his tired face. "So this is where you hide every day," he said lightly. Then, with a teasing smile, he added,
"Someday, I will definitely read my beautiful wife's diary." 🤨
Before she could protest again, he closed it, without looking inside, and placed it gently back into her hands.
Her shoulders relaxed instantly.
Zahra stared at him, surprised. "You didn't read it?" 😯
He shook his head, smiling. "Some things are meant to be shared only when you're ready."
The warmth in his words settled quietly in her heart. She hugged the diary close to her chest, her lips curving into a soft smile. 🙂
As Yugh loosened his tie and sat beside her, the room felt fuller,calmer. Between them lay unspoken trust, written not in words, but in understanding.
And Zahra returned to her diary that night, her pen moving a little more freely than before. 😇