Happiness template
Author's name: Manahil Muhammad Sandi
She never imagined that the people she loved would be banished to the fruitful orchards of Taif. Raghad finds herself alone in an ancient building, shouldering a new job and full responsibility. The quiet, unambitious Raghad is in charge of a sweets truck alone, hoping to discover a lost passion. When she insists on something, nothing deters her except death. Such is Laila's distinguished character in every way, heart and soul. Her ambition, success, and development of the famous sweets shop made her an unparalleled icon. But inside this seemingly perfect woman, there is a young teenager who was plucked early and placed in a golden marriage cage, leaving a deep, incurable scar. A generational conflict or unjustified control? A strangely shaped war between a mother and her daughter. Between Raghad, who has lost her passion, and Laila, who is determined to discover it, pushes Laila to entrust her only daughter with a major responsibility in the city of Taif, hoping that the dull Raghad will succeed amidst nature and the fresh air. Raghad tries to resist.. and asks: Why does her mother insist on putting her in the mold of alleged success.. and why can't success be in marrying the handsome doctor Fahad in the beautiful blue suit? From Laila's point of view, everything is mapped out.. and whatever is put in the mold has a foregone conclusion, so why does Raghad insist on resisting and escaping from a mold prepared for her with all care and love? Anonymous messages threaten everything Laila receives anonymous messages threatening the security of her family.. leaving her struggling to find out their source.. Is it possible that her daughter is driving her crazy? Or is the matter much bigger than that? Escalating events and mystery threaten Laila's relationship with those around her that may cost her her daughter, her life and her future.. and make her truly question the usefulness of that mold she has always kept in mind.. making her ask again in more than one way: Does happiness have a mold?