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Depuis l'enfance, Zahra souffre en cachette de manque d'amour. Sa relation ambiguë avec sa mère l'a poussée à se créer une carapace qui la rend indéchiffrable par son entourage.
Âgée de 31 ans, elle fait face aujourd'hui à ses vieux démons et son passé qui l'empêchent d'être heureuse et épanouie.
Entre incertitude, rivalités, déception, solitude et mensonges sera-t-elle capable de se construire un futur et de s'apaiser intérieurement ?
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