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### Panel 1: Inside the Prison Cell - **Visual**: A dimly lit, crowded cell with Mariam and five other women sitting on the floor, looking worn and hopeless. A corner holds four small children, some playing quietly. - **Text**: “Trapped within the cold walls of Walayat women’s prison, we share our fate, all accused of defying a broken system.” ### Panel 2: The Trial - **Visual**: A shadowy courtroom scene where an old male judge sits behind a desk, Mariam standing in front, looking desperate. A clock shows time ticking rapidly. - **Text**: “In just fifteen minutes, my life is weighed against the whispers of men. No defense, no hope… only a quick sentence.” ### Panel 3: Memories of the Past - **Visual**: A split scene showing Mariam's mind: on one side, her father teaching her to fish by a river; on the other, her eyes glistening with unshed tears in the prison. - **Text**: “As I await the end, memories of fishing with my father paint the shadows of my heart. I long for family, love… freedom.” ### Panel 4: The Morning of Execution - **Visual**: Mariam dressed in a somber outfit, looking out through the barred window at children fishing. A Taliban soldier watches her, indifferent. - **Text**: “Today, the world outside moves on, as innocence dances on the banks of the river. I watch with an ache for what could have been.” ### Panel 5: The Stadium - **Visual**: A large, ominous stadium filled with men, faces in shadows, waiting for the event. Mariam, accompanied by a soldier, walks towards the center with a mix of fear and resignation. - **Text**: “With every step closer to the end, my heart quickens. Thousands await, eyes hungry for violence—what kind of justice is this?” ### Panel 6: Final Thoughts - **Visual**: A close-up of Mariam's face, tears streaming down as she looks up to the sky, hands clasped, whispering a prayer. In the background, the shadow of the stadium looms large. - **Text**: “As the end draws near, I pray for strength. In the shadow of the stadium, I find solace in the hope of a better world.”

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### Panel 1: Inside the Prison Cell - **Visual**: A dimly lit, crowded cell with Mariam and five other women sitting on the floor, looking worn and hopeless. A corner holds four small children, some playing quietly. - **Text**: “Trapped within the cold walls of Walayat women’s prison, we share our fate, all accused of defying a broken system.” ### Panel 2: The Trial - **Visual**: A shadowy courtroom scene where an old male judge sits behind a desk, Mariam standing in front, looking desperate. A clock shows time ticking rapidly. - **Text**: “In just fifteen minutes, my life is weighed against the whispers of men. No defense, no hope… only a quick sentence.” ### Panel 3: Memories of the Past - **Visual**: A split scene showing Mariam's mind: on one side, her father teaching her to fish by a river; on the other, her eyes glistening with unshed tears in the prison. - **Text**: “As I await the end, memories of fishing with my father paint the shadows of my heart. I long for family, love… freedom.” ### Panel 4: The Morning of Execution - **Visual**: Mariam dressed in a somber outfit, looking out through the barred window at children fishing. A Taliban soldier watches her, indifferent. - **Text**: “Today, the world outside moves on, as innocence dances on the banks of the river. I watch with an ache for what could have been.” ### Panel 5: The Stadium - **Visual**: A large, ominous stadium filled with men, faces in shadows, waiting for the event. Mariam, accompanied by a soldier, walks towards the center with a mix of fear and resignation. - **Text**: “With every step closer to the end, my heart quickens. Thousands await, eyes hungry for violence—what kind of justice is this?” ### Panel 6: Final Thoughts - **Visual**: A close-up of Mariam's face, tears streaming down as she looks up to the sky, hands clasped, whispering a prayer. In the background, the shadow of the stadium looms large.