Divorce Stigma(Dina Fadhil Faidhy) She had never expected her close friend to come out in the middle of the night and shiver all along the way reaching the couch to burry a gloomy face in both cute hands and keep on crying leaving absolutely no means to stop her out.

Letting her all by her self was the only reaction Hero had made; at least to prevent further rage that could arise from her best friend's condition. Early morning lights hit Zennary's district in Erbil of north Iraq and tender dew drops covered arbores trees where their branches shaded the outside yards of Hero's moderate small house, where she lived alone since ever.

"How would I escape being derided by the community? I'm a divorcee now."

Soft as dawns distant prayer call, her voice spoke announcing the death of her marriage, and almost requesting decent ceremonies for it. "Friends and relatives will ask me awkward questions; enemies will hide wicked smiles and laughter, while men will prepare sharpened claws to set traps for indecent proposals", she replied. Hero rushed to her and embraced her so tight, trying to dismiss that social stigma usually attached to divorcees as inevitable blames turning into black crows that bite into fresh dead crop, and by no means would fly away from it.

They were very much dependent on each other; obviously her sense of loss will be greater now, Hero thought inside her mind which became so busy and crowded trying to figure out ways to cool things out. She wondered how to ease her best friend's pain, and while preparing morning tea she came up with an idea. Laying soft leaves of mint on tea's special small cups, a good smell was sure forwarding warm and good scent to both of them. They sat down and Hero held hopeless friend's hands and said: "Ok you're a divorcee, so what? And your accounts are set in front of your eyes now. What makes you so sure that your considerations would apply on people's ones? Come on Perry, and set your own rules, your own ways, and let go of regular regards for a while! Make conciliating with yourself first, then with his. Do you think he's relieved now? I bet he woke up – if he really had a sleep – with a feeling of a lost limb - just the way you're feeling now. I'm with your side, though I don't know what happened, and don't want to know. I know you are a good person and what happened was just an accident. Your marriage had broken, and no matter how far you would go gathering pieces, there will be still other pieces hidden somewhere forcing you to gather them again, and again, leaving you with desperate awareness of other pieces that might be hidden somewhere else. Don't gather any, and let him stumble with them while he walks back to you. If he did not, then let others get busy when caught with them. It is just another accident Perry and we'll go through this one, like we did with past ones."

It was even a more bizarre situation when both of them smiled. This smile broke a gray silence of disturbance that kept huddling on both breaths since hours. Poor Perry went through good smelling tea. And Hero went back to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Knowing that divorce may not be the best solution for their problems; Hero also knew for sure that, and although it might sound creepy; it is just another beginning!

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