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For Azita, Jamilah’s memory was different. Jamilah was the woman who had raised her with fierce determination, a child of strength and survival. Their conversation moved like a gentle stream, flowing between nostalgia and the unspoken dreams they had for Deniz and Azita alike. Each step seemed to draw their stories closer together—stories of women who carried the weight of love, history, and the quiet strength of generations before them.
