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Chapter one I will start with you by saying that what you will hear from me is not something that happened and is over. What I will talk to you about is something that I am living and living and I do not know what its end will be? Maybe that's why I decided to write if something happened to me or I caught up with myself and got rid of what I see. I find someone who supports me or even belittles me or blames me and says that I'm the one who made a mistake. My name is Samar. I'm 27 years old. I finished medical school and married Rami, my college colleague and the love of my whole life. Since the time I was in high school, Papaya, may God have mercy on him, passed away before I finished university. I have one brother named Muhammad, but he has been traveling for a few years and married a girl from an Arab country, and perhaps we do not care much that he is far away because we did not agree to a passport with this girl. It is not easy and this is not easy. What we saw in her from the time we met her, and my sister Sarah has a bachelor’s degree in commerce in English and is currently an employee in a private bank, and she is five years older than me. My mother was an employee, but she got her pension a few years ago... Even though I am a doctor, I do not work. You can say that I did not believe that I would marry love. I have never wanted anything in my life other than to live for him and him only, and in fact since the time we got married, my main job has been to make him happy, and that's why every day for us was like the first day of our marriage. It's very rare if there's a problem between us, and it's mostly because of my jealousy over him. Nothing more, but thank God we don't have anything else that could cause problems. We don't have children because we see that we still need time for ourselves only. We don't want a child to come and distract us from each other while we still haven't had enough care and happiness. This doesn't mean that children will prevent this, but the idea of ​​responsibility does. And if there is going to be a child, he must have a special interest in our lineage. He needed enough time allocated to him for one, and because we had waited to get married for many years, we felt that we had not yet spent the time to say that it is enough for us to be alone. Rami works in an investment hospital and has a very good name and is very successful in his work despite He is not very old, I mean, he is only one year older than me, but because one year I fell in school than him, we were together year after year. My life with my family is very normal. My visits to my mother are not frequent because I love my home more than you can imagine, and at the same time, frankly, I don’t like to talk. I talk a lot about my relationship with Ramy in front of my sister Sarah, because I don’t bother her with words because she is older than me and she still doesn’t have the right to share. And frankly, I don’t have anything or topics to talk about except about Rami and about Rami. He is the focus of events in my life. My mother often gets upset that I don’t leave her because I spoil her, as they say, but Since I got tired of talking so much, I stopped talking, and the last thing she said to me in her reproach: - My sister, let sitting next to your doctor benefit you. For me, words do not upset me because I am sitting next to him, and in any place where his scent is, it benefits me and comforts me... You may call me stuck, distracted, and all these words, but perhaps those who feel the meaning of my words have waited long years to preserve their feelings, souls, and actions with the intention of someone who loves the dirt he walks on for the sake of God. He will consummate their relationship in a halal manner. Of course, I did not believe in making up for all the years in which I kept my feelings hidden inside me and was afraid to open up about them until we got married. We have only been married for four years... I mean, I am still very excited, I hope I won’t get bored with the marriage or with my relationship with him, and I see that It has been a long time until our lives become routine. Rami, whose mother and father live in Dubai, and his sister Raghad, is also married and lives there. Every year they come to visit and we spend really beautiful times with each other. I love them and they also, thank God, consider me their daughter. What is special about them is that they are not concerned about going into details. My life is me and my husband, not even this issue of children, even though many families get involved in this issue normally, especially if there is one child and we want him to have a son who will take the family name. The relations between my family and his family are good and there have been no problems from the first time they found out about our desire to be married to each other until now. But let me talk to you about what happened to me and Rami just a few days ago. He was still back from work, and it is my habit that every day he comes to find the house smells amazing, the light is calm, lunch is ready, and I am on the tenth hour, as they say, a bride in the truest sense of the word, make-up. The calm and lingerie that he likes, and the hairstyles that I get every day, a new way from the internet, something that makes him not think about anyone else or anything else except just coming home: - Does anyone believe that he will see the moon sitting in the middle of his house like this every day? I ran to him and hugged him as soon as he closed the apartment door: - Who can believe that I live with the one who has the most beautiful eyes in the whole world? Rami, as he entered the room with me, asked me: - No one would ever believe that I am still a husband, even though we said we had been married for a year. Samar: -Why are you talking? Be afraid of envy. In fact, no one has tolerated what we have endured except us. Rami changing his clothes: - Believe me, I am really very surprised by what my colleagues are telling me about. Problems are so difficult that there are people who are afraid to get married at all. Samar: - You don't see my brother Muhammad's fear of getting married to our girls here. Why did he take a working woman? He told you that we are sad and love problems, and Sarah was also complicated. I knew why you said, “Be afraid of envy.” Rami was holding me and we were going to have lunch: - Honestly, one does not know what is wrong with girls or men. Your brother was afraid of Egyptian girls and would get married abroad, and your sister was afraid of men so she decided not to get married. You find men running away from their homes and women, and you find women cursing the hour in which you agreed to marriage. No one can be convinced. With the idea that one party is the reason for this failure. I grabbed the spoon and started eating it with my hands while saying: - We don't have an invitation to them, let's just keep ourselves to ourselves. Rami laughed and we ate together, then he went in and took his shower and came out of the bathroom. We went to our room and had a nice time as usual, and we slept for a while after that afternoon. We are used to this and we wake up after sunset and go to bed at 12 o’clock at night. This is our daily routine. Our financial conditions are excellent. We sleep hugging each other. Each one of us, and almost every one of us, was living with the other in his dreams, until I suddenly opened my eyes to the sound of a terrifying scream... a scream from one woman’s voice, not Rami’s voice, a scream from my room... no, no, not from my room, this was from beside me... from the bed. Mine, the sound of a scream. With a gasp I suppressed myself in fear and terror, and I was unable to know exactly where it came from. It is unbelievable that Rami was the one who screamed in this way... This is the voice of one woman, and her voice is truly terrifying and frightening. I tried to resist my fear at the sound I heard and moved Rami. Quickly, I wanted him to reassure me, but what happened was exactly the opposite, because.......