What a moving story, as it reveals that gold, beyond its splendor, holds within it the emotions, sacrifices, and memories of those who possess it.

The act of Areeba's mother, giving away her last bracelets to become a memento for her daughter, manifests a silent love that deserves far more than any fortune.

I was struck by how you managed to capture the reality of many families subjected to the social pressure of gold and dowry, where honor seems to be quantified in grams rather than emotions.

The scene of the mother pouring out her own happiness so that her daughter would not die empty-handed is simultaneously heartbreaking and beautiful.