My husband dragged me into the garden and beat me mercilessly for one reason.

The doctor sat next to Jana and told her frankly, "We have to act. Adham is outside, causing a huge uproar and threatening to call the police. He wants to take the girls, and we won't allow it. I've informed the hospital police station, and they're outside now." Jana asked fearfully, "Can he take them?" The doctor replied, "With these X-rays and the wounds on your body, he'll be the one brought in handcuffs." The doctor documented everything; every old bruise Jana had hidden beneath her long clothes, every fracture that hadn't healed properly, every ache that had turned into silence and fear. After she finished, she asked her the question that changed her life: "Jana, do you really want to go back to that house?" Jana saw her life in that house flash before her eyes—the kitchen that had become a slaughterhouse, the insults for "not giving birth to a boy," the girls' screams as they hid under the bed from their father's voice. She realized that this place had never been a home; it was a prison. She replied firmly, "No, I'm not going back." The police entered and took Jana's statement, and for the first time, she saw Adham standing outside, broken, with everyone looking at him with disgust. When her mother-in-law, "Mrs. Suad," called, she didn't call to check on her. She told her, "My dear, calm down and get over it. Reputation is more important than all of this. If you had brought the boy in the first place, Adham wouldn't have gotten so angry with you!" At that point, Jana made up her mind and replied with a single word: "Your son is a criminal, Auntie, and the boy you're talking about is the one who exposed his injustice today." She stopped talking and began the divorce and protection proceedings. As soon as the girls entered the room, the youngest ran to her and asked innocently, "Is the baby still here, Mama?" Jana hugged her and said, "Yes, my darling, he's still here." The older girl looked into her mother's eyes and said with pain, "Does he still want the boy so he can hit him too?" Jana told her firmly, "Neither he nor anyone else will touch you again... We're done." Jana left the hospital under police protection, holding her daughters, and carrying the "secret" that would expose Adham's injustice. For the first time, she breathed clean air, and for the first time, she felt...