لم تتزوج ايزابيل مشعلاني، أمضت عمرها هي وشقيقتها رينيه، التي بقيت عزباء هي أيضاً، في منزلها القديم في منطقة المرفأ، والذي ورثته عن والدها. هي من ذلك الجيل الطيب الذي حافظ على بياض الطريق حتى آخر لحظة من حياته، هي من ذلك الجيل العتيق بطعم النبيذ الذي يأبى إلا أن يكون كل صباح أكثر جمالاً.

Isabelle was a synonym for magic and stories for little children. In her house she raised generations of her family’s little kids. She was a second mom to all the children she took care of, and loved unconditionally.

At Isabelle’s house, they’d feel free. They would laugh, play, and enjoy their time as they please. For them, she was grandma, they made her happy, and much less lonely.

The kids’ parents thought it’d be just a phase and that they’d grow out of it, but the little ones had a different opinion. They dreaded the moment they needed to go back home. They’d hide behind the couch or they’d ran to the balcony, what mattered most is that they stay with grandma Isabelle. They loved her cooking and enjoyed the toys she would buy them.

But children were not the only ones to enjoy Isabelle’s company. Her neighbours loved coming over. A neighbour describes it saying “when you come into Isabelle’s beautiful home, you feel like you entered a garden of beauty and serenity.”

The most special thing about Isabelle is that she always put on her most beautiful outfits, just like a young girl. She’d go out in the neighborhood to buy her own groceries. Despite her 96 years of life, she insisted to go around unassisted.

قبل أن تصل إلى مستشفى بحنس تغيرت ملامحها، وغرقت عيناها في العتمة.

عادت ايزابيل إلى بلدتها صليما لتسكن في الصمت بعد أن خذلها هذا العالم المختل، فأخذها في ميتة من أكثر الميتات غموضاً.