A Face They Almost Forgot

Rita had spent years shrinking herself, convinced she deserved every averted gaze. Sitting in Shafag’s chair, she braced for the usual rush, the polite distance, the quiet judgment. Instead, she found a patient presence. Shafag didn’t ask what Rita had done wrong, only what made her feel most like herself. As creams warmed her skin and scissors traced away damaged strands, Rita realized this was not a rescue—it was an invitation back to her own life.

The mirror at the end was almost secondary. Yes, her hair shone, her teeth no longer hid behind tight lips, and color had returned to her face. But the true transformation lived in the way she stood, no longer apologizing for existing. Stepping onto the street, she didn’t search for exits or shadows. She felt the weight of her own worth, and for the first time, the future felt like somewhere she was allowed to arri