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Suhaila, an Iraqi woman who fled her country and a stifling marriage for exile, lies in a coma in a Paris hospital. Her son Nadir flies in from Canada, and a circle of women friends from many nationalities gathers at her bedside.
This shows identity as something assembled collectively and contested after the fact. What a person 'was' becomes a negotiation among testimonies, each shaped by the witness's own needs and blind spots.
In exile, blood family and homeland are cut away, and a network of women friends takes over the functions of kin: care, vigil, memory-keeping and advocacy. This bond is held together by shared vulnerability and mutual witness rather than obligation.
Leaving a controlling husband and an authoritarian homeland does not deliver clean liberation. The woman pays in estrangement from her son, poverty, loneliness and a body worn down by displacement. Freedom won through flight is real but is paid for continuously, and the damage of both marriage and exile surfaces in the next generation's relationship with her.