What was not mentioned in the biography of the sacrifice

Author's name: Mathayel Al-Shammari

She lifted her dress to mid-calf and entered the sea. I watched Sultan move further away, so I adjusted my position. As soon as the water touched her legs, she began to tremble and laugh like a child.

Perhaps because I was so used to seeing the sea, I didn't understand why she loved it so much, and I didn't ask her. The sound of her laughter had a strange effect, drowning out every question or thought in my mind—a different tone that softened my heart. It was as if she was laughing for the first time in her life, or as if I were hearing someone laugh for the first time in my life; me.

At that moment, everything around her seemed silent or nonexistent. That image—herself as a woman in her half-dampened dress and disheveled hair—offered a temporary sense of reassurance.

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