free fall

Some have owned their lives since birth. A stable, resilient life, in homes where tranquility dwells. And some inhabit houses of paper, fragile, unstable, uprooted by a breeze. Yasmina was stripped bare by the tattered remnants of her story when the storm came. She was gathering the pieces of her lost mother and the thirst for a father whose embrace and affection were dry and distant when her world was turned upside down and the foundations of her existence were scattered like feathers. And what foundations could a girl have, a foundation that, were it not for it, would have led her to fall a hundred times over? This foundation is the foundation that betrayed her lover to the security branch. With it, we kill the father we once loved. With it, we cling to what little life we ​​have been given, a life we ​​did not choose. Yasmina was thrust into this life against her will. She never had a home, a city, or a comforting embrace; instead, she was anxious about her dwelling, which followed her like an angel of death. Yasmina is not the heroine of this novel. Yasmina is the cry of a child whose childhood was marred, a girl whose present was rejected, and a woman whose future was stolen. Yasmina is the freedom she hates. Some people live their lives on their own terms from the moment they are born: a solid, cohesive life in warm, peaceful homes. Others live in fragile houses, as thin as paper, easily torn by the wind. When the storm came, Yasmina was stumbling over the tattered remnants of her story.
She was trying to cope with the loss of her mother, and longed for the warmth of her unloving father when her world crumbled and all the certainties in her life vanished. And what certainties remained for a girl who had grown claws from a young age to endure life's hardships, hardships without which she would have fallen a hundred times over?
With these claws, she will expose her lover at the police station and kill the father she once loved. With these claws, she will cling to a life she did not choose. Yasmina was thrust into this life. She had no home, no city, no love, only a constant anxiety that accompanied her throughout her life like the angel of death.
Yasmina is not just a heroine in a novel. Yasmina is the cry of a child whose childhood was marred, a girl abandoned by her present, and a woman whose future was stolen. Yasmina is the freedom she hates.