It will be released

It will be released #Shaima_Abdullah #Chapter_First In one of the popular neighborhoods, where the voices of vendors begin to ring out in the early hours of the morning. It was located in Mr. Abdel Rahman’s house, which consisted of him, his wife, Mrs. Amal, and their children, Murad, who was nineteen years old, and Salma, who was fifteen years old, in addition to Iman, the daughter of Mr. Abdel Rahman from his ex-wife, who was twenty-five years old. Iman was a girl with normal features, but she suffered from a problem with her left leg, which was slightly shorter than her right leg, which caused her a complex life since childhood. Iman got up from her small bed in her shared room with her sister, and went out to the bathroom to wash her face, hoping the traces of crying would disappear a little. Then she went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, and when she was stacking the dishes on the eating table, Mrs. Amal woke up. Amal: Really, until this hour you have not prepared the food yet, or did you not wake up early even after you slept early yesterday? Iman was not very surprised by her speech, even though she was the last person to sleep in the house after she finished cleaning the utensils and the kitchen, but she said calmly: Breakfast is ready. I will bring the coffee now. Amal: What did I expect from Safaa’s daughter except for her to be impolite and irresponsible, as if it is not enough that you are defective to increase your defects? Iman suppressed the tears in her eyes, and went to the kitchen to prepare coffee. She was breathing heavily, trying not to cry again, and praying to God to relieve her of her distress. She returned carrying the coffee, then placed it on the table. She woke up her father and her little sister, and they gathered around the eating table in a calm atmosphere, but this calm was a source of horror, it was the calm before the storm, and this is what happened when Amal spoke. Amal: Abdul Rahman told me when our son will return. Abdul Rahman: Didn't you find anything other than the morning to remind me of that son of a b***h? You don't want to let me eat my breakfast in peace. Amal: Not so, I just miss my son and it has been a long time since I have not seen him. Abdel Rahman: Your son is stupid and does not know how to sell drugs, until the police arrested him. Now let him learn a lesson in prison. Amal: No, Abdul Rahman, do not say that. He is your son. Abdul Rahman: Curse the children if they are like him. Amal: May God protect him, Abdul Rahman. Either you answer me or remain silent, but please do not pray for my son. He is suffering enough. Abd al-Rahman: I hated the day I married you. Your son will be released in a month. Have you rested now? So, eat your breakfast now and do not forget to eat my right, as I left it for you. The couple was discussing while the girls were in bad condition. Salma was afraid of her parents, and Iman was only concerned about the hell she would live in when her brother got out of prison. She could not bear all this, or eat anything else, so she stood up and headed to the kitchen to prepare lunch, praying to God that her brother would change and his treatment of her. In another place, and exactly in one of the quiet cafés, a young man in his thirties, with smiling features, was sitting drinking his coffee, and waiting for the beloved of his heart, who finally came, and she was walking around with all arrogance. Nasr al-Din: My love, you have finally come. Doaa: I apologize for being late. I was confused about choosing my clothes. Nasr al-Din planted a kiss on her hand after they sat down and said: “Anything you wear will suit you.” Doaa: Shall we order breakfast? Nasr al-Din: Certainly. Nasr al-Din pointed to the waiter who came and took their orders, while Doaa brushed her hair back every minute, or played with it until breakfast came and she began to eat. Time passed in conversations, and Nasr al-Din was lost in the supplication of the one who stole his heart, and when he was with her he even forgot himself, and this is what happened now when he was lost in her, and he did not wake up until she put her hand on his and said: Nasr, do you hear me? Nasr al-Din with a smile: I apologize, but I got lost in your beauty, and I no longer hear or see anyone but you. Doaa was happy with his compliment, and this made her more arrogant and self-confident than necessary, so she said: Thank you, my love. They finished their breakfast and then went out, heading to the house that Doaa had chosen, and they began to prepare it, and Nasr al-Din carried out all of her requests despite feeling helpless sometimes because of the money that he had to borrow from one of his friends, so that he could fulfill her demands and be able to prepare the house to her taste, and today they came to confirm whether their requests were fulfilled. It arrived. Nasr al-Din: Tell me, Doaa, did you like everything? It was beautiful, wasn’t it? Doaa: Of course it will be beautiful, as it is my taste in the end. Nasr al-Din put a yellow smile on his face and said: You are right. Doaa continued to direct the workers until the furniture was arranged to her taste, but Nasr al-Din contented himself with watching, until his phone rang, and he found that the caller was his father, so he answered him, saying: Peace be upon you. Father: May God’s peace, mercy, and blessings be upon you. My son, where did you go early in the morning, and you did not tell me? It made me worry. Nasr al-Din, tenderly: Do not be afraid, father, I am fine. Doaa and I went out and came to the house. Today the mattresses came. Father: I wish you had heard from me, my son, and bought a house worthy of your ability, instead of that house that makes you indebted to anyone. Nasr al-Din: Dad, you know that I don’t care how big or small the house is. All I care about is being comfortable with those I love, and I bought this big house for Doaa. You know that since childhood, she has wished to live in such a house, and I always strive to fulfill her dreams. . Father: I hope that God will make everything easy for you and bring you together in what is lawful soon. Nasr al-Din: Amen, Lord, and I pray to God to prolong your life, and for you to come stay with us in this house and raise your grandchildren as you raised me. He did not receive the answer from his father this time, but rather the answer came from Doaa, who heard his last sentence, and said nervously: This is not possible. Only we will live in this house, and your father has his own house, and if you want to see him, you can visit him in his house. As for the idea of ​​him living in With us and I keep taking care of him all day is what won't happen. Nasr al-Din was shocked by her words, to the point that his mind was unable to accept her words, and he said: Doaa, I must have heard what you said wrongly. Doaa: You did not mishear. I meant every word I said. It is impossible for your father to live with us. Nasr Al-Din Hadda: Duaa stick to your limit, the one you are talking about is my father and more important to me than anything. Father: Don’t be angry, my son. The girl is right. I own my house, thank God, and I don’t want to leave it, so don’t do anything that creates problems between you because of me. Nasr al-Din: Rest easy, my father, and do not worry about anything. You have nothing to do with any problem between us. Go and take your medicine. I will cut off the line now. Nasr al-Din hung up his phone, looked at Doaa with a cold look, then said: Even if I am crazy in love with you, when you pray for my father, I will snatch this heart. A woman who does not respect my father has nothing that will bring us together. Goodbye.