The other barbers looked at each other, and one by one, they began to follow suit. Each took up a set of clippers, their own hair joining the growing pile on the floor. It was an unspoken pact, a silent show of solidarity, their silent support cutting through the grief with their quiet act of compassion.

She watched in awe as these men, who she knew only through brief conversations and casual exchanges, transformed the moment into something beautiful. Their gesture was not just about hair; it was about sharing her burden, about standing with her in her fight. Each of them, with different backgrounds and stories, stood united, their heads gradually becoming as bare as hers.