The imp of my woman

I am Mustafa, 27 years old. I used to dress up as you. I remember that 7 or 8 wonders of the world did not separate him, but people, there are many wonders in the world. We do not know anything about them.

And not only in the world around us, also in the people we deal with, and you think that they are normal, Zina

And I will tell you what made me say this. After I finished my university, I turned to a job with my diploma, but I must be like many of you, because there is no middle ground, I can’t work with my diploma

The important thing is, I had a second-degree uncle, meaning my father said it to my cousin, but I was saying it, Uncle, because it is at the age of my father.

The important thing is that my father always kept in touch with his relatives in the country and kept the ties of kinship between them.

"Bring your wife and son, and come to the country. Let him catch a factory manager there."

I couldn't hold myself from joy. I agreed. My mother had no desire to leave our area, which is Imbaba, and go to Beni Suef. My mother and I used to think that it was the countryside.

But I don't care so much about the issue of the countryside. This is what is important to me. I whisper to you in a very important position, like this. The important thing is that my uncle healed my father's house.

Its price was reasonable when we could afford it. Within one month, we sold our apartment in Imbaba and moved to Beni Suef.

I was shocked by the urbanization and urbanization in the country. It was not as if I were in Egypt exactly, for every thing, it was in schools, factories, hospitals, especially a mall, everything.

I felt that the world finally laughed at me, and may God replace the last of my patience with good. The important thing is, I went to the factory and got the job. I was a diligent manager

The important thing is that on my first night at home, I was in my own ablution, and it was a very big place, and I put everything I needed in it. I felt that I was full of his groups.

I went out to my balcony, I wanted to smell a little air, add, I lit a cigarette and stood up spitting on people all of a sudden I caught a glimpse of something

The sleep flew out of my eyes. I was in the middle of the apartment in the building in which we lived. She was spreading laundry. The veil fell from her brain.

Her long silky hair appeared. She met her quickly. She lifted the veil again over her hair. She lifted her eyes and lips, the distance between us was not very big.

Her features are clearly visible, her eyes are as gray as pure smoke, her eyebrows are drawn in, her lips are as red as cherries.

I felt as if I had snorted because of her beauty, Hey, when she first saw me, I stumbled and quickly entered my leg, I took an oath after him, that she doesn't move. If I said I'd rather stand on the balcony after midnight, no one would believe me.

I would go crazy and see her again. It is reasonable in Egypt. A girl with this beauty,,,,, Where. When I thought about my mind for a while, I said to myself, “I am sure you are married, Uncle Mustafa. Shame on you to find her.”

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I don't have sisters and daughters, but I am also a son of a country, and I understand the origins and it is a shame that I look, I am not married, this idea saddened me very much.

I went the next day at work and I was upset, I don't know why I felt that my heart was broken. The important thing is that I was on my way back, I saw it

She was buying something from the grocer, the first time I saw her, I checked her features, she found her very nicer recently, but I remembered what I had said to myself.

I turned around and walked along I wouldn't lie to you I don't know how to stop thinking about it even when I slept dreamed of it

He came to me. The case is that I seriously thought that I would say to Baba, 'Let's go back to Egypt,' because I don't want to see her again. The important thing is that the next day at work, I was standing with one of the workers.

Suddenly I saw him and saw him, and he was afraid. I screamed and was shocked. She was standing, and she was standing around and looking around, and I walked and went to the office of the owner of the factory.

My heart suddenly stopped, someone told me that it would be a disaster for the owner of this factory, and my God, if I came out like this, I would leave this job and go back to Egypt

The important thing is that I went behind her and heard what she was saying
"No, my love, that was not our agreement. You will take your medication against you, Jamal."

Answered by Jamal, the owner of the factory
“Show my daughter, it is forbidden for you to have mercy on me. I am tired when I take it.”

"Come on, Papa, don't let me take the medication, and I won't destroy you by force."

I heard Baba’s words, and I felt that my soul had returned, I banged on the door, and I entered and met her standing, standing with him, in her hand, a bag of medicine.

The man smiled and said,
“Come, Mustafa, there is no stranger. This is my daughter, Shahd, and hey, so she would like to weigh me so I can get treatment.”

I'm here. It was my only chance to find out more about her. I told him
“Oh, regret. No one, in these days, can do this. Say, praise be to God, if your honor’s daughter will leave her husband, and he will give you medicine here.”

I found the man peeping at his daughter with great sadness, and he said while he was lying on the ground and looked at him on the ground
“Shahd, my daughter, is not married, Mustafa.”

I heard that and kept wanting to bounce for joy, but I caught myself and said to him with excessive happiness.
"God willing, you will be happy with it soon. I am going down to the workers now, and I will go back to you again and take the treatment, so that you won't be able to miss it."

I smiled, and went out, flying with joy. I preferred to wait for her when she came out of him, so that I could see her again.

Today, when I went, I gathered Hajj and Hajj, my father and mother, and I told them with great enthusiasm
"Listen to me very well, not you. You were kissing my hand so that I could get married. I met the girl that I lived my whole life wishing for."

My father and mother looked at each other and rejoiced, but I shrieked and told them in frustration.
"But the problem, folks, is that she is from the other, the daughter of the owner of the factory, and I am afraid that I will apply to her. Her father will reject me and save me from work, but I do not care about work, if it does not matter to me, Shahd, I will go crazy if it is not my share."

My father guided me well and promised me that he would talk to her father and feel his pulse far from me.

The next day at work, I wanted to wait for him to come, but Magash, I went home and said, “Ask my father, what did he do?” But I found our house, as it is, dead

I went in and sat and cried for my mother and father, and grieved, I felt that my heart was seriously broken, and I folded my head on the ground and said

"I felt that he would reject me, because I am his manager, for sure, he saw that I did not reach the place. I felt, and may God be with us."

But I found my father and mother staring at each other in astonishment. My father said to me.
"And who told you that he did not agree with you? No, my son. The man agreed and welcomed me too."

I heard this sentence and got up from my place and remained a bird of happiness. I ran to my mother’s post and my father’s post, huh too, but I see in their eyes strange looks

I stood for one time and listened to them, and I did not understand, my mother told me in a nutshell
"Mustafa, this girl in particular, no one, my son. The girls are many, so there is no such thing."

Far from being too lazy, I suffocated with my father and mother because they refused her without saying one convincing reason.

But the devil of stubbornness, when a person rides, salaam, no one knows where his poems are standing, and this is what happened with me. She left our house on hers

I banged on the door, hey, she opened for me, I was smiling, but I met her.

Her father says it
"This is a shame, Shahd. He doesn't wake up."

Shahd cried, meaning that she was really screaming and saying
"I don't want him. You won't marry him. Enough, Dad. Enough. Those who died because of me are enough."

Her voice was far away, I mean, sure, she left her father, and I walked over to her, for example. Then Mr. Jamal opened for me and said, very embarrassed.

“I don’t know, Mustafa, my son, what to tell you? I’m so sorry I was waiting for you with Hajj and the need today, but I apologize to you for my daughter’s words. Origin, hey.”

"Of course, uncle, at your command."

Saturday the man, and I went back to our house, I found my mother crying and my father, his hands on his brain.

My mother, the first time she saw me, stood up and said, “Quickly.”
“I married her, Mustafa. I married the cursed one.”

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The imp of my woman
part two ..........

I told my mom I was shocked
"Eye, damned, hey, who is this damned Yama?"

Here at last, my father donated, that he understands me the truth.
“Listen, Mustafa, my son, what happened, and you decide for yourself. Your mother and I went to Professor Jamal, as we agreed, and we sat with the man, and we finished talking and agreed that we would pick you up and go to him again. It was an official rule. We went down from him, but we were happy, but we met with Raj and we went through the stairs. When he suddenly said, “You are talking to Shahd bint Jamal Al-Husseini?” I said to him, “Oh, why are you asking the man?” He said, “This is cursed. Keep your son away from her.” We feel that everyone I marry died on the night of the wedding. Your mother gasped and said to him, “Why?” Like roses, and he died, oh my eyes, the night I entered it, all the people hated them and distanced themselves from them, and when the people of his kindness were like you, they did not believe that she was cursed, and they married her for their families, because she was so sweet, and her father, rich, but died. So I testify that I heard your mother and said to her, “Come, we went down and asked the people and the neighbors in the street, and everyone said the same thing.” Mustafa, my son, for God’s sake. He cries because of this girl, may God grant you one better than her, but my son, neither I nor your mother will dispense with you, my son.”

I heard these words and blood hit my nostrils. I really forgot that the one who was standing was my father. I told him angrily.

"What backwards words do you say, Daddy? You are a man of faith. How do you say that life is in the hands of God? Why do people accuse this poor woman of killing them?"

my mom told me
"My son, we did not say that she is killing them. They are the ones who die, the death of our Lord."

I, “Oh, oh, Eddie, you said it. His death. God, it’s her fault. What’s left?” Listen to me, it’s okay. I’m going to her father, now, and I’ll ask for her hand. I agree with him on the day of joy, too.

The two of them landed and gallantly on the ground. I went out and slew them. The important thing is that I went to her father again, and I told him that I had heard the words of the people, and they did not leave me.

The man was very happy with me, and I agreed with him on everything. I left them and went down the stairs, but her voice stopped me.

"Moustafa"

I turned around and Raya was standing, I laughed and said,
"Witness"

Hey, you wanna die son of people?

"I'm dying, Shahd, why do you say this? I want you, daughter of people."

"Why did you not hear that everyone I married died on the night of the wedding, you also want to die"

"Look, Shahd. I heard these words, and I don't talk to you. Their words. I want you, and I agreed with your father, and there is nothing in the world that will make me change my mind."

"Go, Mustafa. You and my father are forcing me to obtain a passport. No. You are free. I will do what you want."

She said the two words and went out to their apartment. I came home, flying hard with joy. I went back to the days that I had agreed upon with her father.

I prepared a luxurious apartment. I refused the house that her father offered me. He writes it in my name. We live in it. Shahd and I.

I did not want anything else, hey,,,, My father and mother were satisfied with the status quo so that they did not upset you and stood in front of me, Shahd asked me that we get married without joy

I agreed, despite my mother's objections, because I am her only son and she wants to be happy with me, but I don't care about her except that she remains mine and really

The authorized attendant came and gathered me with the girl of my dreams, and Shahd, my wife, remained until now, the world is all right, oh, oh, and one door is closed for us

Shahd entered the sleeping quarters and locked her. I said, “I’m normal, a bride, and I want to change her clothes with her comfort.” I took off my clothes and preferred my underwear.

The weather was originally hot. I wanted to wait for Uday for a quarter of an hour, an hour and a half. He was still in the room. I was worried about her. I went to open the room and found it locked.

I banged on her, and she answered me from behind the door
Mustafa, I will not open the door.

"Oh, why are you tired, Shahd?"

“Mustafa, you and Baba, you forced me for a passport, but Mustafa, you will not be able to touch me.”

"Yes, your mother's soul"

“Oh, Mustafa, if you enter now, you will die, Mustafa.”

"You want to be shaken, right? Open the door, Shahd, instead of breaking it in your brain."

“Mustafa, if I had done this, by God, by God again, I would have died myself. Valley of Sakina is a lame.”

The tip of the knife came out from under the door. I scared her hard to hurt herself. She hit the door hard.
and I told her

"Go, Shahd, at your convenience, I will leave you today, but tomorrow, and by God, I will not leave you."

I sat on the couch and preferred violence to my jinxed luck I was thinking that the world had finally laughed at me, but it is clear that I took my buttocks

But it is not a problem, the days are still so many, I tried to sleep, because this black night, I crossed, but where do I come to sleep?

Every once in a while, my mother calls me and asks me, 'You're fine, my son,' my dad behind her, 'What are you doing, Mustafa?'

I mean, what will you say to them? I will tell them that your male son is sitting in the hall like you hid it, and his wife is trapped in the room.

The last time I was bored of them, I turned off the phone and fell asleep. In the morning, I woke up knocking on the apartment door.
I was surprised by witness outside of the room

Wearing a white abaya, she opened the door of the apartment. I heard her in exasperation. She consulted me about how to sleep. I got up and changed my clothes.

I went out and was surprised by my mother in my apartment. Shahd finally showed her his family. Of course, everyone is coming to see. Hear me, I am the one who does not want to go out.

Even I was amazed when I found her father blaring at the family and saying them out loud and he is happy and he came to me

"Oh, oh, my daughter's husband, oh, she is alive, thank God. I mean, my daughter is not cursed. There is no need. Come to my arms, what is good?"

The man took me in his arms, and my father and mother also took me in their arms, and they praised our Lord,,,,, I took their blessing for me

I used to yell at them and tell them I still don't want to reveal myself what they meant at last, the birthday party was broken and everyone walked and slept. The newlyweds congratulated each other on their thoughts, of course.

I locked the door and saw them, and I turned around, but she was standing, holding the knife, and in her frank hand, she separated me, so I told her

"I throw the pitch in your hand. Don't be afraid, Miss. I won't touch you against your will. When you stay asking, I will touch you. I don't have stubble.

Shahd looked at me and saw great sadness in her eyes. For a moment, I could believe she was dressed and afraid of the jinn, but my rational thinking made me think again.

Sure, hey, she doesn't want me, that's why she invents these arguments. Hey, she told me that her father forced her on me.
But it's normal. If you prefer, I will divorce her

Saturday, she was preparing food, and I went in to take a shower, because I was cracking with heartbreak. I came out to the smell of eating. It was a very sweet smell.

The important thing is that we are all together and we sit down while watching TV, like any two are married. I wanted to be closer to her, but my dignity remained.

Night came and I entered the children's room to sleep in it, and I said to her, "Until you're good, I used to hate her so that you could feel her blood."

The next day when I came down, I went to work, and I spent the day between the two workers. They bless me. What disappointment? I don't know

I came home too late and preferred to ignore her and refused to have dinner with her. It was like that for about 8 days.

I would leave my work early in the morning and come back to my family’s house and go at the end of the night. I did not eat with her, nor did we even talk together.

I was really suffocated by living with her and regretted that I married her and didn't hear my parents' advice. It looks right, not everything.

And the one who suffocated me the most, that she did not try not even once to fix the relationship between us,,,,,, We preferred this until one day while I was at work, he rang me Ahmed my friend

I replied to him
"Oh Ahmed, what are you doing?"

"Oh, my friend, my friend, my friend, my friend, my friend. You are getting married, and you don't say to your man that you are not ten years old, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, you're married.

“What is your passport, uncle Ahmed? It was a funeral, not a passport.”

I told about every thing from the moment I saw her and was mad about her and her beauty until he called me, but Ahmed told me another word at all. Let my mind spin.

“Oh, oh my friend, you are not a girl. I gave you a blind eye. You didn’t say that her husbands, who were before you, died before they entered her, as her father told you, because that’s why I don’t want you to touch her. Shame on you, Dad. worse on you"

I heard these words and a tower from my brain flew. I locked with him and flew to my house. I entered the apartment.

I turned on the light and ran and grabbed her by the hair and told her
"It remains until you look like you, you guess me, and a sheep looks at me, you are definitely not a girl, that's why I refuse to touch you, because I don't make you laugh, and your stupid argument, that you are wearing it, if you were wearing it right, it would have been your imp appeared to me to scare me and make me release you, so I didn't know what I didn't even know. I am dressed, Auntie. Now I will know if you are a girl or if I have drank the biggest prank of my life.

Shahd, her eyes flashed, and she screamed, and she begged me
“No, Mustafa. No, and the Prophet. Do you want to divorce me? Divorce me, but don’t touch me.”

"Behold, I will release you. Don't be afraid, I will divorce you, but after I expose you, come."

I grabbed her veil, tied her hands, paralyzed her, and threw her onto the bed

Followed by the third part