Women's Revenge

Episode thirteen

Aya ran up the stairs, her tears streaming down her face as she pressed the doorbell of her mother’s apartment. She was completely overwhelmed; everything around her had vanished into a sea of fear and anxiety. Aisha opened the door, stretching out her arms to embrace her distraught daughter, trying to soothe her.

— “What’s wrong? Where’s Shadi? What happened, Aya?” — Aisha cried, worry etched clearly across her face.

Everyone stopped their conversations, and all eyes turned to the crying girl. Their faces were tense, their eyes filled with anticipation and fear. Ezat stepped closer, trying to understand the truth:

— “Where’s Shadi, Aya?”

Aya pulled away from her mother’s embrace and rushed toward Ezat, her face tense and her eyes wide with panic.

— “Shadi is at the police station.” She finally said, her voice trembling, tears glistening on her cheeks.

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Later, Ezat sat in a chair in front of the Chief of Police’s desk, while Talaat faced him on the other side. Standing before them were Aya, Fatima, and Aisha, the atmosphere inside the office heavy with tension. The Chief of Police sat in his chair, looking at them coldly.

— “I want my son out immediately. Here’s my ID, and I guarantee him in every way,” — Ezat said firmly.

The officer looked at him with stern eyes:

— “Who do you want out? And whose ID and guarantee is this? Listen carefully… Your son, Shadi, killed a man named Salah after he threatened him with a knife, took his money and phone, and was about to take his fiancée, Aya Talaat. He came and surrendered himself, confessing to everything. There’s no release on guarantee—this is a murder case, Mr. Ezat. He will appear before the prosecutor tomorrow, and you may leave now. A lawyer will be present with him at the prosecutor’s office in the morning. Goodbye.”

Ezat and Talaat trembled, but they steadied themselves.

— “Thank you, sir. Thank you. Let’s go, Ezat,” — Talaat said as they left the office in tense silence, followed by Aya, Fatima, and Aisha.

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In the corridor of the police station, Ezat and Talaat walked side by side, slow and heavy steps, while Aya, Fatima, and Aisha led the way toward the exit gate. Suddenly, Aya stopped and burst into tears, her sorrowful cries filling the air. Ezat rushed toward her, fury igniting, standing before her and shouting:

— “God damn it! You trapped the boy and ruined his future! I don’t want to see your faces again!”

Talaat tried to calm him, placing a hand on his shoulder:

— “Calm down, Ezat. I understand what you’re going through. Shadi is my son, just like he is yours, and things will be resolved, God willing.”

But Ezat would not calm, his voice firm:

— “I said I don’t want to see your face again—not yours, nor your daughter’s. Stay away from us, come on, Fatima.”

With heavy steps, Ezat and Fatima left the police station, followed by Talaat, Aisha, and Aya in complete silence, each lost in their own swirling thoughts and emotions.

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Six months had passed since the incident, and its shadows still loomed over everyone.

And after more than six months…