Monday 03/Mar/2025 – 12:06 AM
In worn pages with your confused ink, Aya Adel was silently writing her tragedy, as if she was depositing the world on paper before she left forever, and they were not just scattered words, but were repressive cries of a spirit that was exhausted by restrictions, and distress that no one heard until it was too late.
Life behind the walls .. is a compulsory isolation and continuous suffering
No one could imagine the size of the pain that a verse lived in silence, behind the walls of a house that was not a haven, but a prison without bars. She was prohibited from meeting anyone, even the closest people to her. She was prevented from celebrating her marriage as she dreamed of, was deprived of work, was prevented from practicing the simplest hobbies, until the speech was no longer its right except in trivialities, as she was forced to live in complete isolation, deprived of visiting her family or receiving her friends.
Hidden violence under the guise of duties
The violence that was exposed to a verse was not merely beating or insulting, but was a systematic psychological violence, broken day by day. From the first night of her marriage, she was subjected to what she called in her memoirs “violation despite rejection”, as if her will was not important. She was forced to raise her child alone, and she became responsible for cooking huge amounts of food when the guests came, as if they were found only to serve others.
Right even in her fate
It was not limited to isolation and psychological violence, but rather extended to absolute control in her life. She did not have the freedom to dispose of her money, and she was forced to pay costs that she was not responsible for, until her body was not owned by her, as she was robbed of the right of motherhood when she was forced to abort.
The last moments .. a cry that no one heard
In the last pages of her memoirs, the verse of mercy did not ask, and she did not cry, but rather recorded her suffering as if she knew that no one would stand by her. She was not talking about the dreams of the future, but rather documented a series of orders that turned into laws that restricted her life until she breathed her last.
Today, the memoirs of Aya Adel have become a public opinion issue, but will it change anything? Or will it be just a sad story added to a long list of tales that ended before you start?
