Life in the shadow - Salma Al-Haji

My issue from my notebook, writing evokes in the heart the hidden storms and the depths of memories, since we were young our grandmother used to repeat to us: teach the girls Surah An-Nur and do not teach them Surah Yusuf, so questions would revolve and grind our brains and we could not find anyone to answer them, why? This is the word of God and this is the word of God.. We grew up and the question grew with us, perhaps they suppressed inside us Surah Yusuf. The human in our society dies silently, and with him all his dreams and hopes die, the flawed family restrictions are nothing but an emotional attachment that pulls you down when you are on your way to achieve your self. We are trapped inside the details of our daily lives, some memories are like a record stone that cannot be thrown into the lap of forgetfulness, everything in the universe sleeps and wakes and sleeps except our sins and memories, they have never slept, never calmed down.