A woman named Miriam lived in a quiet coastal city in South Africa. She married Joseph. Joseph was Lau, his heart was calm and faithful. Together, they built a simple life with little joy: homemade meals, prayers, long walks in the bank. But Miriam, he was grateful for the moment, but often felt the cage. She longed for excitement because of her passion that went beyond the rhythm of everyday life.
And when Daniel moved to the city, a wealthy, smooth speaking businessman, her heart was lost. He praised her beauty and heard her symptoms, making her feel young and alive. One lie led to the other, and soon Miriam lived two lives. One of Stahl's devotions to Joseph and one of the stolen nights, whispering with Daniel. She was sure it wasn't wrong - in fact it wasn't. She was still cooking for Joseph. Good night to him. What he didn't know could not hurt him. But secrets rot the soul.
One night, Miriam's car turned off the wet road. She survived the crash, but when she woke up in the hospital, she only saw the darkness. The doctor said the nerves in their eyes were damaged beyond repair. It was forever blind. First he cried out Miriam. She cursed her destiny, curses God, curses rain, streets, and nights. But when the day ended, responsibility began to take responsibility more than darkness.
With a broken heart and faith, Joseph stayed by her side. He bathed her, fed her, and read her poem sal in the evening - despite what he knew, he never mentioned her betrayal. Because the truth appeared on the day the crash was destroyed. Miriam cried silently. She opposed the shadows, and lost with her love for the thrill. Joseph stayed by her side, but something was dead between them. And Miriam not only lived blindly in his vision, but was also haunted by the truth that sometimes the deepest darkness brings to us.
