Csilla is dead! She left me and Anna. I’ve been in Hungary for three weeks now, and it seems like I died too. I don’t even have the strength to travel home.
I was mad at Bálint at first, but if it weren’t for him, the last couple of days would have been impossible to get through. Ibrahim is 24/7 by my side because I would go mad without my medication. I blame every single person around me, although, truth be told, it is myself who I wish to punish the most.
Amir travelled home to make the necessary arrangements because I wanted Anna to travel with me to Saudi Arabia. I was very lucky, because if I hadn’t taken custody of her and become officially her father, I couldn’t have done it back home. Adoption is forbidden in my country; that is why the matter of childbirth is so important. The b
