The beginning that established the end

I looked at her face, I was so tired, with tears in my eyes...I was crying while I was sleeping....And I closed my eyes again, but I heard it... Peterji said: Honey...I want you to be good, not because my son is in prisonbecause my heart hurt and was mad at you ....Please help me...I'm my only son in prison....Your first degree may have been reduced a bit but he won't be out before you graduate from the hospital...and be assured that you are fine...please (she started crying) I am ready to give you the money you want....My son is a groom, he was happy after a week ....and I didn't believe that I came back from traveling to marry him and be happy with him ...please don't raise any invitation for him, me and his father from one thousand millions, but he will leave. - She opened my eyes and looked at her. don't be afraid...I don't want anything....I'm sorry.I did not mean to implicate your son.I'm sorry....(I started crying again) - Dear... Tell me, where is your family?Call who....Anyone...I have been sleeping here with you since yesterday to see you and reassure about youwe don't know but your name ...nice phone.. - pointed my head and refused: there is no...I am not a person. - but you are from your looks, it seems that you are a daughter of good people.from your looks and your clothes which you brought .....(Then....She took out a gold necklace from her pocket... this contract is yours daughter.????...The nurse gave you a ride when you came here and we said there might be anything that shows your name that we only found a letter.. I lifted up my hand, and took him by force, saying. - no one touches him like that...Why... - She said with concern: Yes, my daughter.... ................................................... ... I grabbed the necklace....My tears touched her...and touched by my passion, hope and water ......... And it didn't leave me as long as I was in the hospital with my neck held by my fingertips and messed with it......... Manar....Come on, baby...... Yes, Mama... - look what I brought you and my mother.... - For high school???? - oh for you and your sister pass in secondary school....(She took the two knots out of her pocket saying - this is for you and this is for me....(We dressed them with joy) - I don't believe it, Mom...this is gold... - Ah gold, baby...I sold the bracelets that were my trick and I brought you two contracts with them, and they are one moon divided into two partsone for you and one for meso that you don't get separated at allalways no matter how you are still gather again - May: why did my mother do that...you are seriously great...and I will compensate you while you are older and work and your duties are better than those million times.. - Thank you, Mama...Now none of my friends will open a mouth with a word and say as you are poor, ask your mother for sewingI am wearing gold and I have gold.. - Mama: the human Munar was never wearing anything..he have always been inside and with his morals ...don't think about it again..I got you the gold because I love you, not for your friends or to talk in this way.. - May: she has always been like this, she just needs everything - The important thing is that I wore gold and finally.... ................................................... ......... The nurse who came into my room woke me up and said.. - OK we have to walk a little and practice and move your legs.... - I said tired: I am tiered with my feet and hungry from yesterday because I walked upon them...... -Thank God I saw you well and you are sitting today..you have been sitting in bed for a long time and you are not moving...we must stick to what the doctor said.or you will stay here a lot....and honestly we are bored from you ...A lot of month so you have to come out (she said it laughing) - I said sadly: Get out??? ....where should I go... - She said intently: what do you mean?? - There's nothing....She is a hummer, she wasn't here today.. - She was today getting her son out of prison on bail...This woman is very kind, he was very kind to you, you know that her husband is clear that he is focused with them and they have a lot of moneyBut she doesn't care but to be good .......................................... I've been in the hospital, and I hope I don't get well...I wish my condition would deteriorate...To whom shall I go out and to whom???? To Madam Najwa....Or to a lamp????? I'm tired of selling my body on the tables of wealthy businessmen.....I'm sick of laughing in their faces....And dancing and actions that fall only under the term "moral bankruptcy in all its forms" and all for the sake of money....I can't bear to be beaten again and again if I go out of my cohort .....They pay for my body in exchange for being a slave to them and for their abnormal desires.... get out of dirty life to a clean outer man to get into a dirty well ......And I'm back to escape again and enter another vortex....None of the men I knew loved me....They just loved my beauty and my shape ....My soul was never looked at one day...And now she's the one to speak...She screams....She's the one who says enough....Enough....I can't stand staying in this damn, dirty, dirty body......Get me out....From this swamp...I've been sick of it for three years.....And I didn't get any bad.....And sorrow.... I thought I was going to get out of denial....I fell into a bigger deprivation ...Moral and emotional deprivation...... I couldn't get out easily...I paid a high price......When a child started to grow up in my gut, he hit me and accused me of not being him when I asked him to marry me. He was the one who was following me to be the champion of his luxurious evenings, to spend millions on gambling tables, and adorned me by holding my hand to hear the dirtiest words from his friends .....Even though I'm a bad girl and I know ...But I was content with one man for the whole time that I was with him, and I would not betray him unless he let me go to another...... I stayed with Hamdi as much time...Almost a year....I was his best-known mistress in front of his friends, hiding in front of his real family...... - Hamdi....I'm pregnant.. - Yes!!!! Come down .... - Who's going down...this is the third time I've come downthis way I might die, the doctor warned me - then I don't want to see your face again Manar.. - but I'm not going to go down...And what happens.. - and you'll write your name on whom you were born... - Malekech