GHOST

chapter 5

Chapter V

We finished lunch and all the time Basma was talking about so many things that I almost couldn't hear them. I was focused on what was coming and she was saying to me in my heart:

- Don't worry, it will happen.

I didn't understand what you meant exactly. Are you getting engaged? Don't you mean that what I want will happen and the idea of ​​engagement will be ruined?

But while I was standing there thinking I saw her...or I saw him, I don't know exactly. A silhouette was standing behind Basma, exactly where she was standing. I didn't know if he was the one who was black or if he was wearing something black. All I thought about him was that nothing was visible on his face except black eyes. Very frightening, and part of his face, but no other features or marks were visible on it. I was shocked for a moment, but I held on to avoid Basma’s attention. He was standing still, his eyes focused on Basma, who suddenly, without warning, ran out of oil that was on the fire after I took the potatoes that were in it from him. And it flew from the bowl onto her face, hands and clothes. I don’t know how this happened, nor was there a chance to think because Basmah’s scream was the fault of everyone in the house. There was oil and fire, of course, and it caused many burns on her face, her hands and her body. Of course, they were all burned, and so was I. With them, we talked about her, and each one of us tried to issue a fatwa about anything that would calm the fire of oil on her body and face, until I quickly found myself going upstairs to our apartment. From the medications we have, I pulled out a certain type. I neither understood nor knew what to do, but I quickly took it down and told them:

- That's almost fine.

My uncle, with fear and confidence in me, unfortunately, she quickly took it from me and started applying it to the burn site. Of course, she was screaming in pain, until Iman spoke and said:

- We should go to any hospital, instead of putting anything in it that will cause an infection.

Sometimes I am filled with fear and tears:

- Put on my abaya, put an abaya on it, Hind, quickly.

We have the truth between us and we treat their apartment the same way as ours, and I might as well be comfortable. I actually brought her abaya and I put my sister’s Iman on, and my mother cannot go down because the house is not empty for us and for them because no one is there. We went down to run to the hospital and on our way I saw him...Ahmed, who wants to propose to Basma. It was as if I was seeing him for the first time. I didn’t know what attracted me to this way. The first time he looked at us, he came running and saying to my uncle’s wife who knew what they were talking about:

- Is it okay, aunt? what happened? Where are you going? What's wrong with her....

Iman interrupted him and said:

- The oil turned on her and we were going to the hospital.

He quickly said as he left us and ran:

- Wait, I will get a car and I will come to you.

We left and before we reached the first street, we found him entering us in his father’s car. I rode several times, my uncle was beside him for a long time, and Iman and I sat next to Basma, who was in pain and Amala was crying, and every time her tears fell on her face, the wound hurt her more. He was driving between us as if he was a passenger on a plane. I didn’t feel the road. It took so long, we entered. I went to the hospital and the doctor saw the condition, and as soon as he found out that I had put the medicine on her face, he became emotional and said in a loud voice:

- How do you act like this? This increases the inflammation of the wounds and even the analgesic will not work on them.

Many times I was empty-handed:

- what's the meaning? I mean, who is the girl?

The doctor is upset:

- Guys, a million times we advise not to take any medications before us, and that's it, it's not a bad idea, Madam. The idea is that the matter will take more time than it would normally take.

I replied with great happiness inside me:

- Does this mean it will leave a mark on her face?

Doctor:

- It won't go quickly, it will take time.

Of course, the doctor started to clean the burns and she was in pain and crying, and of course her tears did not stop. Even Iman was upset, and I was upset on the outside, but inside I was dancing with joy. Ahmed was with us and he was upset with her, and he annoyed me even more. I, Iman, and Ahmed came out of the room and waited. At times, my uncle... Basma, stood up and said in front of Ahmed with intent:

- What's wrong with her? The burns will leave marks. I don't know how this happened.

Iman Bazal:

- But don't say that, it will definitely ease with time.

Ahmed is upset:

- Praise be to God, it happened like this, and now everything that is hopeless is still being solved. God willing, there will be no trace left of it.

I replied, annoyed by his optimism:

- These are burns, Ahmed, and then her face and body. Even if they do not leave a significant mark, it is enough that she will make spots where the burns were.

I was trying to convey to him that the sight of the burns would not look nice, but he and Iman were trying to simplify the matter. I went out to my uncle with Basma several times and the two of them were still crying. Iman and Ahmed’s attempts to calm down increased my hatred for them, but inside me I was happy that Basma was disfigured, even if Temporarily, but at least, her face was deformed for a while, and the signs would be visible. We returned home, and of course everyone was worried about her. My father came back, so we had to go out to the rest of the house. We entered the apartment, and my mother was surprised as soon as she entered and said:

- what's this? Where did the frame that was here go?

She said this while she was consulting on a place for a frame for any Quranic verse in the hall. I responded and told her:

- When I woke up and before I left you, I heard something that seemed solid. The whole bottle was broken and I threw it away. It definitely won’t be fixed.

My mother hits palm on palm:

- I don't know what happened to me? The one is upside down, I haven't parked it since yesterday.

My father:

- Ok, come stand next to me in the kitchen, I want you to discuss a topic.

This is not normal for my father, but he almost did this to distract my mother from talking about prayer, and because I know what the story is, I also distracted her when I spoke about Basma again, and she remained affected and took a peg until my father said to her:

- Let us stand and have fun and eat lunch. Come on, girl, come and help me.

My mother entered the kitchen and I went to my room and stood facing the mirror laughing a scary laugh and suddenly I found a ghost coming out of my body... Can you imagine the scene? Oh, my body is like the one from which another body emerged. She was the one who stood smiling next to me in the mirror while she was looking at me and saying:

- Didn't I tell you this would happen? As long as you hate the people around you, the more I help you with what you want, the more your hatred for those around you will help me.

I smiled as I said:

- I don't want her to be happy.

She replied and told me:

- No one will see joy after I enter here. Stay with me and everything you want will happen.

I told her:

- But sometimes I feel this fear.

She replied, “Naooudi,” her eyes turning from that deadly white to frightening black, and she said to me:

- You must get used to my presence. Everything you will see with me is new, but as long as you are with me, do not be afraid. Remove fear from your mind, because you will see me a lot, and in many forms.

I smiled and told her:

- How are you going to fire Ahmed?

She said to me while laughing:

- How do you want him to swim?

I told her:

- I heard her... I want him to doubt her behavior and stay away from her because of this.

She laughed and said to me:

- Yes, yes.

Suddenly I walked from beside me and in the mirror I saw her from her back and she was leaving my room in the form of Basma's body... The matter is very terrible. Oh, the one who came out of the room now was Basma. I did not sleep with me. I did not know where she was going or what she was going to do, but what I knew was that she was reincarnated in the form of Basma...Why exactly? I still won’t know. I came out of my room at the sound of my father’s voice who said:

- Come, Hanem, the food is ready.

I sat on the table with my father and mother, and my brother Khaled had arrived. Of course, pasta and fried potatoes were our main meal. My father was sitting, almost watching us, and I had my eyes on him and knew what was going on inside him. He was definitely waiting for him to feel or see the result of what he had done and started. We sat eating, and my brother Khaled was still waiting for him to arrive. While he was not eating, I found myself without thinking, placing my hands on the table to the point that the dishes were lifted off the table and the food was being turned over... and I said nervously:

- I'm so bored now.

They all looked at me and were very surprised. Khaled spoke with emotion:

- Are you stupid or what, Hind? What are you....

My father interrupted him and said:

- You are turning the food, b***h of all..., you are taking the bite from our mouth, so what do you think, then you will not turn...

I telegraphed to my father and my voice was loud as I said:

- I'm bored and want to work. I won't stay sitting like this waiting for someone to give me a pound.

My mother was surprised:

- And someone told you that you don't work, sister? Then what are you doing, Hind? Are you arrogant and disappointed? Who was like you then or now?

My father:

- You are the one who failed, my sister. You will not succeed...

I interrupted him again while looking at him with a look that he did not understand:

- No, I am successful... I am very successful, too, and you will see. You in particular, Dad, will see that I know how to succeed... until I ask my aunt Elham.

At this moment, his eyes were about to leave their place, and the food was standing in his corner, and he was saying to me:

- Inspiration?! Your aunt!! Ask her about...

I interrupted him while laughing and sitting quietly in my seat:

- What's wrong with you, dad? Why did you go through this? I'm telling you, auntie, I don't bring you a biography of goblins...hahaha.

I laughed and sat eating the food that fell on the table, while my mother and Khaled looked at me in surprise, while my father looked at me with his eyes attached to me and waited for him to hear another word from me. His excitement disappeared and he remained silent, and I sat eating and did not allow anyone to say another word about what I had made, and they all ate without even saying anything. I wanted it from the beginning.

He follows