GHOST

Chapter one From now on, I will tell you in detail. When the events that I am going to tell you about happened, it was the year 2013. I mean, 10 years ago, I was 29 or 30 years old at the time. Not young, but you can say that I am dating my father’s family for a little while, not my mother’s family. It is true that I will be dating my mother’s family. for him? If my mother herself took on the nature of my father, with whom she lived for more than 50 years, my mother and father are old, not young, and their passport from the beginning was for a specific purpose, so it is not a normal passport like what we are used to, but my father coveted my mother when he married her, and he found her beautiful, her apartment was there, and her family was comfortable after that. He was able to make her retract the idea that it was a temporary passport, and so my mother continued with my father, and my older sister, who is my mother’s, was forced to live with my mother’s husband...and of course you have an idea about the mother’s husband, especially when he keeps jealous and hates this girl’s father, who is my mother’s first husband.. Whoever died, my mother is one of the women who sleeps until sunset and when she wakes up very early in the morning, may God keep us healthy after noon, for example. We were never raised to think that this Eid was a holiday with new clothes and visits. We were never raised to think that my mother would cook for us and help us with our studies or. ..or..oh whatever my mother did, all she used to do was stay with my father in their room and we all outside knew what was happening and were listening, whether the mother was sleeping, or the mother was quarreling with the neighbors, and as for food, my father was what he was doing and he was the one who was doing it. He used to go to the market and he was the one who answered all the requests... not because he liked to help, no, no... it was because he was miserly, miserly in the world, and liked to spend as much as he could, and he even made food in such quantities that a small family would not be satisfied. All our lives have been like this, from our childhood until we grew up. He is in the same situation. We were greatly deceived by his miserliness and my mother’s indifference to everything, even to Iman. My older sister, who is from my mother, saw at the hands of my father a torment that only God knew about, and as much as my uncle and my uncle could afford it, they would take her with them most of the time for They keep her away from my father, but of course my father did not like her to be outside the house a lot, and you will know the reasons with the events. My uncles, Yasser and Yousry, did not like my father because of his stupidity, but they avoided going to him because of my mother, who was upset with him. But most of the fights were with my uncle Youssef Abu Basma because he was... He is sad about Iman and what is happening to her, and since my sisters and I spent our entire childhood inside the house, not outside, and we saw unspeakable harshness from both of us, we also turned out to have the same harshness inside us and we had no affection at all. Come, I will tell you what happened as a result of the contract that was done to us, Dalia, my sister from my father. My mother got married and divorced, and Iman, my older sister, also got married and divorced, and despite her beauty, politeness, and respect, her husband, and despite his love for her, cheated on her. He cheated on her a lot, and she tried to endure a lot so that she would not return to my mother and father’s house again, but it increased her distress, and she could not bear it any longer, especially after she got drunk because of the anger and pressure. My young sisters, each one of them had a job, but when the revolution broke out, the factory owners laid off many workers because of the shutdown, and because of this, they had to look for other jobs, but their money was on their own, and no one helped anyone. As for Iman... I went to work because it was impossible for my father to eat a bite out of his pocket. At the same time, she was very embarrassed and did not like to be a burden to anyone, so she refused to let my uncle help her. As for Dalia, she was very capable, capable to the point that she was promoting the sale of drugs on the Internet...and she was actually able to make money to spend on my father and make him not think about speaking. With her half a word, unlike what he did with me and my sisters, and his love for money made him accept anything from her while he was satisfied and silent. All of this concerns the people I live with. I had to say it so that you would know the basis of everything, but I still...I don’t know where to find it. A word to describe myself. I learned and finished my studies, but I am not busy unless I draw on the owner of the place where I work, or one of my colleagues for example, or even my friends in college, or anyone I used to deal with. I have to draw on him. We bond for a while and I prefer him as soon as he appears. I have a new person in front of me. I don’t like anyone and no one makes any difference to me. I am always convinced that I am right, meaning everything wrong that I face, even though I am not at all right about anything that happens to me or that I do. I have hatred and darkness inside me and a terrible hatred towards my sisters. The same hatred and hatred that is inside my father and mother from In terms of everyone around them, we are almost all like that. Basma, my cousin, knew everything about me. She was the only one I used to talk to about everything I did because she would not do like my sister and blame me for any argument or anything I told her about. She used to advise me a lot. The truth is, but I... I don't listen to anyone. I have a brain, and I'm older and have a higher education. I can't listen to someone who is younger than me. What will she understand? She's older than me in the first place? Not even anything else, and that's why I used to do the wrong thing that came with my mood while I was comfortable...on the contrary, I pray...and I don't leave the obligatory prayers, and I attend lessons in the mosque, and for the record...my mother does not leave the Qur’an out of her hands, and a day cannot go by without it. She prays Fajr now, and she prays all her obligatory prayers, even if she misses something she must pray. As for my father, he has been since the time I became conscious of this world and he has not missed a rak’ah, from the beginning of the Fajr prayer until the night prayer, and despite that, none of us have a healthy heart. We act like this. ...We pretend that we are a family that knows God, but inside us we are full of evil, hatred, deceit, forbidden things, and wrongdoing... It has brought us to the point of bewitchment and deeds as well. The truth is that I love these things very much, and I am very, very curious about them, and more than once I have dealt with people who claim to be They are treated with the Qur’an, or people who do work, but unfortunately none of them I found were harmful or really knowledgeable about this job. I had curiosity but I did not know how to satisfy it, until the satisfaction of this curiosity came to me, to my bed, to my bed...and to my soul. And the beginning was when my father decided to fight my uncles and expel them from the house with the help of my mother. My mother, who did not know what would happen, knew that my father hated almost all people, but I did not imagine that the result of his hatred would lead him to resort to this evil and malice, despite the fact that it shows us and shows all of God’s creation that he is close to God, but he saw that they were the ones who would help him in his goal, they were the ones who would fulfill his desire for this entire house to be my mother’s property...which means that it remained my mother’s property, it would remain my father’s property, even if he would then have to throw my mother in the street, there is no problem with lineage, not even In relation to us, we are devils, we are far from human beings, and my father started to take the step...but when he tried to do this, the one who came chose me so that she could be with her in what was coming. And because she is the one who attended, it is not permissible for her to use my father or one of my sisters... and because I am the most wrong-doing person inside of me, even though Dalia sells drugs, the mistake I am making goes far beyond Dalia... so Naoudi’s choice fell on me, and she did not appear to anyone other than me. After she agreed with my father that I would be the body that she would use to carry out his requests after they reached the completion of the pact between them, and I explained to you the whole beginning. As for the events, they are coming, so do not rush. I know that, and I am prepared for your opinions of us as a family, and for that reason I will leave the events for tomorrow. Because frankly, I am the type of person who enjoys provoking those around me...and I feel that what I wrote will provoke a large part of you, and I am waiting to see the reaction so that I can provoke you more and more.