Part eight...
With his anger towards me and his expulsion of me for no apparent reason, that distance separating the former work office from our home, as if it was another journey that took me through time due to the intensity of my pain and my impact, my memories traveled far away, in which I remembered my thoughts and my long journey, my psychology was very tense, I was wondering to myself, is it really true? Today marks the end of my long journey in a law firm, a journey of work, learning, training, dignity, and obtaining a university degree with distinction. I was hoping it would not end, but in the opposite case, I was hoping for a beautiful and happy ending. My long journey was not a journey of one or two days, it was a journey that lasted for many years, in which I recorded wonderful memories. I was respectful with our clients, especially the women whose realities, problems, and concerns I was affected by. They were very comforting to me, and I felt the same way about them. I considered them easy-going visitors who shared my long journey with me. God blessed me with quick understanding, so I helped them as much as I could, while I was on my last trip from work to our home. Every time I looked at my phone and waited for perhaps Mr. Lawyer to back down and call me at that time, I would have returned to work, but before I reached our home, I was wishing that I was his writer who spent many years working alongside him, or let me say that my imagination took me far, but reality says On the contrary, and I still say that I always find excuses for him. I am a person whose kindness and shyness have dominated my life. I was very ashamed to even look at people’s faces. Sometimes I say to myself that my shyness destroyed me and marginalized me. I am not the person who imposes herself even if I were right. I used to avoid confrontation with anyone, even with the presence of male clients at the lawyer’s office. I was very ashamed when entering the files of clients. I was ashamed to raise my head at them. I was very ashamed. I often wished for a job in which I would not mix with people much. I love and adore solitude. In Alone, I find myself, my freedom, and my humanity. I suffer greatly if someone diminishes my value, except for my dignity. I never give it up. I do not leave it in myself, but rather confront him in a peaceful and respectful way, always dominated by shyness and modesty...