the dark

🍂chapter _1_🍂

Maybe if I described my house to you, you would feel miserable, but I live in misery itself. I've never spoken so cruel before, but my heart has been torn from the intensity of tolerance, We might run behind life, but it goes away as we approach it, and the black dot in me is getting bigger every day in this city. And this particular neighborhood, I'm not alone, but there's no listening to me. I don't need to describe the location of my home in detail, but I've always wanted to demolish our neighbors' houses so they don't look at us from above.

They weren't rich, but we poor people were in our basement-like house with a crack that anyone could pass their hand to open a door from inside. With the old furniture it was not only a little bit the size of our house a ripped sofa from each side smelling of garbage, I think its source was garbage, which is why it smells, this was in the middle of the house next to it, a table that was good compared to the couch on top of it, trivial things for my sister Ariana playing with them ,

Divided into two rooms for me and my sisters and a room for my father. And our kitchen was a table with pots on it, we weren't cooking food because we often ate loaf with milk. Mom doesn't always go home looking for work, but there was no one to rely on an old woman to work for, but my dad was going out early in the morning and didn't come back.

Even approaching sunset sometimes comes with milk, sometimes a few dinars, sometimes it doesn't just come up with something to grieve on his face and fatigue in his whole body. He was very tired, but he won very little. As for my sisters, Ariana was the youngest. She didn't stop playing all day. She was very feisty and hilarious. She was the happiest member of the family because she knew nothing.

But we're not allowed to get her into a school so she's been walking around the streets all day and reading newspapers thrown in dumpsters in front of cafes and she's been reading advertisements and following the country's news a lot. She was reading well because she learned from our neighbour Aunt Orchida, I didn't like this woman sharing the same feelings. She shows herself a good human being who loves good for everyone, helps everyone, raises a cat that doesn't divide her and looks at her.

An i***t who doesn't understand any of the tricks and doesn't intend anything and all the actions that she does are on her own, but I don't believe in the spirit of this woman, that look that doesn't understand and doesn't know how to hide them. you use the love of the Yenar to read to gain it and you can get into the details of our lives without getting tired, Aunt Orchid was a former teacher at a private girls' school, so she had a skill in reaching the love of the residents of the neighbourhood, but of course I don't hear the bases of this elderly person touch my head like she's a wise person and he gets love.

It was the Saturday I don't work. I used this day to roam. I have nothing to show myself up on the whole streets of the city and watch. I had no friends to play with like Ariana and no newspapers and magazines like Alinar, I just walk around, I'm not good at reading, I'm not writing, I've never been to school before, and I don't want to. Kids were freaking out at me a little bit for my creepy shape.

It sounds like a scary umbrella on my head, but my face was pretty not bad as our neighbor's daughter Lolia's face and their house is in line with ours. She's like my age soon to complete her studies and move to a university far from here and I won't see her fateful face every morning. An arrogant, arrogant girl who straddles the balcony of the house all day uninterrupted with a book that does not divide her and considers herself a princess in the palace of being her single parent, she was much spoiled buying Despite everything that happened, she deserved more punches because her face was disgusting. And after growing up, she's using her studies to grow up, and I care about her. A lot of poverty, a little money, a lot of kids, a little food, was a picture painted by the streets of her city every day. I'm afraid our situation will get worse. We will inevitably die of hunger Eat it. Homeless cats eat the plant from the intensity of hunger. And whoever's going to eat it, we don't find what we eat. Children freak out about what hunger has brought me to, and I am in all those thoughts that are intertwined in my mind if he thinks of him as a polite kid living in our neighbourhood. Orphan of the mother and living with his younger aunt has a young child and is considered Zakir an older brother of her son, a respected family

Polite and kind, do not leave her smile face despite all her problems with her husband, He doesn't want to live in that neighborhood, but she can't leave her home because it's the only memory of her people. There are accounts that her father was a terrorist and planned an operation but he was arrested. The only girl in Zakir's younger aunt remains a decent girl who leaves the house only with her husband and wears a patch on her head.