زشت شده ام اسماعیل. حالا که چهار سال و سه ماه از شروع طوفان گذشته، بعد از تمام تغییرات موقت و دائمی که روی پوستم نقش بسته، تصویر توی آینه نه دختری که میخندد، که زنی است که دوام آورده. زشت. عبوس. زنده.
"When you come out of the storm, you won't be the same person who walked in. And once the storm is over, you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure, whether the storm is really over."
"When you come out of the storm, you won't be the same person who walked in. And once the storm is over, you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure, whether the storm is really over."
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