The Persian Carpet

In the beginning of this story I felt a strong sense of pity for this woman who had been forced into marriage, bore two daughters, and then was determined to make her way out of the marriage to marry a man she had been in love with before her forced union. How unimaginably difficult would it be to be forced to marry someone that you don't love and raise a family the entire time knowing that you are in love with someone else. And then on top of that to know that your children are going to be ripped away from you because of the divorce. I'm assuming that this woman had no rights to her children because of the country they live in? As the story progressed, however, my feelings did a complete 360 as one of this woman's daughters recognizes a Persian carpet in her mother's new home as a carpet that her mother had accused a family friend (who also happens to be blind) of stealing. This accusation had driven the family friend away and it was a hard loss to both of her daughters. At this point I really felt a strong revulsion for this woman and her lie. At the same time her lying about the loss of the rug was probably the only way that she would be able to retain some piece of property from her previous marriage.