In the heart of Morocco's bustling markets, Hada harbored a dream—a carpet business named   ( sunflorra - الزهرة المشمسة )  a beacon of warmth and light amidst the shadows of her patriarchal society. The name embodied her longing for a sun-kissed oasis where her aspirations could bloom freely.

But the sun rarely graced Hada's horizon. Instead, she battled against the chilling winds of prejudice, her dreams eclipsed by the suffocating shadows of gender bias. Each strand she wove carried the weight of her unspoken sorrows, each knot a silent cry for recognition in a world deafened by indifference.

As the years waned, so did Hada's spirit, the relentless darkness of rejection swallowing her hopes whole. In 2018, Sunflorra's light flickered and faded, its warmth extinguished by the cold embrace of societal scorn. Hada's departure left behind a legacy veiled in shadow, her dreams unfulfilled, her voice silenced by the cruel hand of fate.

Adam, her grandson, inherited not just Sunflorra's name, but the burden of its shadowed legacy. With each step he took, he felt the weight of Hada's unshed tears, the echoes of her silenced cries ringing in his ears.

In the depths of Sunflorra's despair, Adam found himself lost in a sea of darkness, his grandmother's dreams slipping through his trembling fingers like grains of sand. Yet, even as Sunflorra's light faded into obscurity, Adam vowed to keep its flame alive, a beacon of hope in the endless expanse of sorrow.