Free Fall

There are those who own their lives from birth. A solid, cohesive life, in warm homes filled with reassurance. And there are those who live in houses of cards, fragile, shaky, uprooted by the breeze. Yasmina was stumbling over the tails of her story when the storm came. She was gathering the loss of her mother and the thirst for a father whose embrace and limbs were dry when her world was turned upside down and all the constants were scattered like feathers. And what constants can a girl have who, since childhood, has sprouted claws? Without them, she would have fallen a hundred times. With these claws, we denounce our beloved to the security branch. With them, we kill the father we once loved. With them, we cling to the life we ​​were given, a life we ​​did not choose. Yasmina was pushed into life. She never had a home, a city, or a hug. Rather, anxiety inhabited her, kept her awake, and pursued her like an angel of death. Yasmina is not the heroine of a novel. Yasmina is the cry of a child whose childhood was distorted, a girl whose present was rejected, and a woman whose future was confiscated. Yasmina is the freedom she hates. Some people live their life on their own terms from the moment they're born. A solid, cohesive life, in warm and peaceful homes. Some others live in paperthin fragile homes that are easily torn apart by a breeze. When the storm came, Yasmina was stumbling across the tails of her story.
She was trying to cope with the loss of her mother and yearning for the warmth of her unaffected father when her world crumbled to pieces, and all the constants in her life faded away. And what constants are left for a girl who grew claws since childhood to endure the hardships in life, that without it, she would have fallen a hundred times.
With these claws, she'll slander her lover at the Security Directorate, and kill the father she once loved. With these claws, she'll hold on to the life she didn't choose. Yasmina was pushed to life. She never had a home, a city, or affection, but rather an ongoing anxiety that accompanied her throughout her life like the death angel.
Yasmina isn't just a protagonist in a novel. Yasmina is the cry of a child whose childhood has been distorted, a young lady whose present abandoned her, and a woman whose future has been confiscated. Yasmina is the freedom she hates.