She didn't curse us or yell at us," Alhussain said, pushing his mouth forward. She looked back at the child, and she felt bad in her heart. That meant that she wouldn't be able to hold the children even if she had no heart. She also knew the way she was cursing, she couldn't tolerate cursing, she always fought with Saleem, because he said he wouldn't tolerate the cursing she was hurling at her, she wouldn't spoil his children.
"She's busy, you're busy, let's go inside and take off your uniform and eat," she said, putting the children in front and they went into the house, following behind them with their bags.
She couldn't calm down until the medicine arrived, she sat up, opened it, looked at it, and used it as the woman had told her. She let out a smile, focusing all her attention on her body, and began to list the changes she was told she would feel.
"Hmmmm, today is the day, today you will be filled with the sorrow that will bring your end," she said openly, laughing. Of course, today she will do everything with grace because she has burned her soul properly, redeeming the accumulated sorrow and anger that she feels every morning with the kind of sorrow that her cheeks are filled with.
No matter how hard she tried to finish everything or to please Saleem, as he knew he would, she could not, her body and her heart were the same, she had already become accustomed to it, her lust for pleasure, laziness and unwillingness to work had taken over her body, and she was wasting her time, even cooking was not enough for her, except for the afternoon tea.
The way she worked in the kitchen made the nylon of her nightgown start to bother her, the heat of the kitchen and the lack of bathing. She was sitting on her side, pulling her hair.
"That's why all these things don't bother me, what's anyone going to do with a nightgown?" she said, opening the kitchen door, pulling her body wrap around her chest and continuing to stir her soup, which was getting out of hand because her attention was divided into two parts, half of it focused on cooking and half on her phone, which was checking their group's charts, which gave her more motivation and confirmed that tonight would be special.
He quietly arrived at the parking lot where he usually parked his car, adjusted its position, and turned off the car, blowing air from his mouth in extreme exhaustion.
Today, since he left, he hasn't sat down, he's tired of being tired, he's been moving between their warehouse and his shops, he hasn't had any food to eat, he's just hungry.
He rolled up his sleeves and checked the time. The Maghrib prayer was about to be called, and it would not be more than fifteen minutes. He opened the car and came out with his hands full of keys. The sound of the car's hood closing caught Zainab's attention in the kitchen. She put down her soup and her salad and came out of the kitchen and reached the window, where she could see every glance that was directed towards the courtyard.
It felt like her heart was going to break when he headed for the bathroom, something she hated in her life, even though she said she did the same to them, he never touched her part when he came in he would start looking at her and then go to the bathroom as was his habit, whenever he was cooking. She slowly lowered her eyes to the lid of his hand, wondering what was inside?, she said with all her strength she could not determine because the lid was so dark, big and small.
She was hesitant to let go of the curtain, and she looked back at Haneefa, who was playing a game of running, a game of running that ended up disrupting the messy arrangement she had made for the living room. Thunder roared at her and melted her cheeks.
"Your father is there, he's a good guy, follow him and see what he brought in with his black leather bag," the girl pretended not to go, then she pouted and went forward.
"You're a lioness to your father for not wanting to work," she cursed again, her eyes wide open as if they were going to fall out from the shock, and then she limped to the bathroom, wanting to flush before he entered.
It's a different atmosphere and the parlor is not always shared because of the cleanliness it has. Everything is cleaned according to the rules and the awareness of the value of the environment.
Sassauqar is wearing a long dress made of a very light, milky white fabric, almost all of her clothes are made according to Saleem's favorite colors. Alhassan and Alhussain are sitting on the carpet on their small heels, each wearing a white jalabiya and small hats, the best thing you can eat. The children are beautiful and everyone who looks at them must admire them.
The father's greeting made them focus on him, Al-Hussain started to move forward, trying to take the lead in his hand and saying
"Father, welcome," they said almost simultaneously as Al-Hussain lifted their father's pillow from the top of the chair so he could find a place to sit.
Every time he put his feet on her feet, he felt as if he were in a different environment than the house. He often asked himself
"Why did he get married?" Sometimes his heart and brain clashed and he couldn't give an answer.
"Share". As always, that was her answer today, which was as simple as putting down the incense burner in her hand, and coming down from the dining area, he straightened his seat, and Sulbi said.
“Goodbye”
