the whip of lies.
In my bag are many gifts and presents advice from the miserable and prayers of the elderly empty embraces devoid of feelings a morning alarm for breakfast and breakdown a broken pen a dictators hat and the remains of a city destroyed by the volcano of injustice. Faded papers to write the conclusion of a novel without a narrative or events.
Let silence kill us hang us on the gallows of a better tomorrow and awaited happiness. How beautiful death is in autumn like falling leaves scattering like joyful hopes carried away by the wind... to the unknown.
Words of the professor Ahmed_Said_AbdElghaffar
I closed my diary and decided to run away. I wouldnt complete this revenge. It no longer deserved to burn my soul with anger. Its enough now. Im the one whos lost and the fire is consuming me while he as always doesnt see how much hes hurt me. I left my room and went to his room but I didnt find him. I started looking for him inside the house but found no trace. I thought he was tired of staying at home and went out so I went to take the blankets out of his room to the sun. But before entering the balcony of the room I heard mumbling. I dropped what was in my hand to the ground and approached to see who he was talking to. And it was a surprise.
Before I tell you what I saw let me tell you something. I dont have any close friends except for one who grew up with me and is also my cousin. Shes the same age as me but she didnt get married because she prefers independence and building herself or so she says. She traveled to America after high school to complete her education abroad. And news spread in the family that she had become a brilliant heart surgeon. In fact upon her return to Egypt she established a private hospital and surprisingly asked me to work in her hospital three months ago. But my dear husband had completely rejected this offer arguing that my work would affect my childrens upbringing. Out of my love and trust in him I rejected my cousins offer. But two weeks after that she came to visit me and told me that my husband was in a relationship with another woman and that she had seen them together in a restaurant and heard him promise her marriage. When I confronted my husband he didnt deny it.
As I approached the balcony I heard the murmuring more clearly. I reached out and slowly pulled back the curtain. There he was standing and talking to our neighbor on the adjacent balcony. Yes from my position I couldnt see her but I could clearly distinguish her voice. And to my shock the voice belonged to my cousin. This is what I heard from their conversation
My love dont be angry. There are only a few days left and as I promised
