ILLITERATE

ILLITERATE 2ND LAST EPISODE 88

Ayzal sits in the cold, damp confines of her cell, her hands trembling as she clutches the bars, her mind spinning with a torrent of guilt and regret. The stark reality of her actions hits her with brutal force. She had set the flames of destruction in motion, and now she is consumed by the inferno of her own making. The tears that stain her cheeks seem endless, and each drop is a silent acknowledgment of her grave misdeeds. The sounds of her sobs echo through the grim silence of the prison, a haunting melody of sorrow that she cannot escape. The walls seem to close in on her, and with every breath, the weight of her choices becomes more suffocating. There is no solace here, no redemption, only the painful realization that she is alone in the consequences of her malice.

Meanwhile, the evil aunt lies on her deathbed, a withered shell of the tyrant she once was. The once-dominant woman, whose cruelty had cast a shadow over the family, now faces the inevitable end of her wretched existence. Her final breaths are punctuated by weak, pitiful sobs, her body wracked with the toll of years spent sowing discord and hatred. She had never known love or kindness, having twisted every relationship to serve her own dark desires. Now, as her life slips away, the coldness in her heart remains, untouched by the remorse she should have felt. Her passing is met with silence, a fitting end to a life lived in selfishness. Her death, like the echo of her tyranny, fades into oblivion, leaving behind only a legacy of pain.

In a distant corner of the house, Zuhair stands, his heart broken and his soul shattered. He cannot escape the memories of his own actions—the harsh words, the betrayal, the suffering he had helped to perpetuate. Each regret cuts deeper than the last, and he finds himself drowning in a sea of sorrow. The weight of his choices, made in the heat of anger and misguided loyalty, now feels unbearable. The life he once knew, filled with ambition and pride, has crumbled into dust. He clutches his chest, as if trying to hold together the shattered remnants of his conscience. His tears, once a symbol of strength, now reveal the fragile man beneath, torn by guilt and remorse. What has he done? The question haunts him, echoing through his thoughts as he faces the irreversible consequences of his complicity.

The tragedy reaches its final, most devastating note when the abusive family's son succumbs to an illness, his life snuffed out like a candle in the wind. His passing, though not unexpected, sends shockwaves through the family, leaving them to grapple with the aftermath of their cruel actions. The son, a victim of the environment his parents had created, was never given the chance to live a full life. His death, though not a direct result of their cruelty, serves as a grim reminder of the cost of a lifetime of mistreatment. The family, once so sure of their dominance, now stands at the edge of an abyss, their actions leaving behind a trail of broken lives. And in the midst of it all, Zuhair's voice rises, raw with sorrow, as he collapses under the weight of his grief, whispering through his tears, "What have we done?"