Nyra is a single mother, a war-torn heart stitched together by lullabies and customer service calls, cradling her newborn while dodging deadlines and tantrums. Her love story with Uriel—tender, fierce, and quietly rebellious—unfolds beneath the hovering shadows of judgmental colleagues, his disapproving mother, and the scorn of their religious community. Together, they must choose whether vulnerability is weakness or resistance and if love can bloom amid laundry piles and societal scorn. The Woman Without Sundays paints the beauty of resilience in spilled milk and silence after shouted names. It’s about surviving without rest. And finding grace anyway.