Chapter 1: who am i..?
who am I..?
A question I don't know an answer to yet
who am I..?
A question I ask every day
who am I..?
A puzzle I don't know how to solve
who am I..?
beautiful
Zayn what?
Zen only
How is that?
I will tell you
Tell me
Abdo found me as a little baby in the trash, and Abdo, by the way, is the filthy bastard who adopted me, and he is a moving, shimmering lump of fat, wears glasses resting on a huge nose, always wears wide robes, and gasps with the slightest effort.
This is Abdou, a stingy man
The important thing is that he found me in a trash can, howling like a baby puppy - as he said - drowning in feces, vomit and leftovers.
He said he held me gently but I'm sure that pig picked me up by the neck or by the feet and tried to shut me up by holding my breath or slapping me I'm sure
Then he takes me home and takes care of me.
Classic story, isn't it?
It's kind of like Harry Potter, the difference here is that Dumbledore didn't gently put me in front of my aunt's doorstep
Old comrade, I believe that my mother was a prostitute or an adulteress, or perhaps a woman deceived by a scoundrel. I don't know, and I'd be a bad liar if I said I didn't want to know, so I prayed and prayed, and the reason for throwing me in the garbage bothers me every night since Abdo told me about it when I was ten.
Even if the one who gave birth to me was an adulteress or a prostitute, wouldn't her heart yearn while she threw me away? Or was the bastard man who threw me? Some men do not have hearts and such actions do not affect them
In any case, Abdo treated me harshly, and he used to swear to me, since I became aware of his grace, "You eat from the sweat of my brow."
"The money of your lessons is from the sweat of my brow!"
"I am the one who pulled you out of the shit and blessed you in the sweat of his brow!"
Abdo dirty abd bastard Abdo son of a bitch!
Yes! I'm sorry, old friend, I'm sorry, I ask God's forgiveness, I lost my temper
heh
O old friend, I am tired, tired!
When Zayn finished speaking
The wooden doll he was talking to turned on its face
Zain: Dude, you've been ignoring me a lot these days
Doll:.....
Zayn: Damn you
The doll:....
Suddenly a female voice called out: Zain....you bastard, Zain!
Zane: Whoa!
Voice: Zane!
Zane: Coming
Voice: Answer, you lazy idiot
Zain quickly exited the door of the room towards the source of the sound that came from the kitchen and looked, saying: What is there? I have been saying yes for a while.
Fathia was standing in front of a large container from which smoke from boiling cabbage was coming out, with her arms folded and her disheveled hair untied.
Fathia: Why don't you reply, animal!
Zain: I replied and you did not hear!
_ I could not hear ? You think I'm deaf!
Zain in his secret: God forbid that you have avoided all evil and imperfection
_ What did you say!
_ nothing nothing! What did you want anyway?
_ Get dressed, take your bike, go to the city of Zafti, and buy onions
_ Go to another city to buy onions! The man under the house is selling!
_ No, he sells it for five pounds more
_Is the five pounds too much for you to bear as an extra?
Fathia slapped him
_ O son of a dirty woman! You did not tire of this pound in order to know its value, so you do not know the value of the five
Zain turned his face and felt insulted. Despite the many years he was insulting, he never transgressed on the matter and continued to consider it as an insult.
_ You piece of filth, stop being cold! and go!
Well, where's the money?
_ Go down to the first floor, take from your master
Oh, I forgot to mention Abdo, he always made me call him my master, not my father
_okay
_ What is this thing? Say yes, madam!
_ Yes, madam
And he came out of the kitchen, and on his way out quickly, Salma met him, and he collided with her
Sorry, I didn't notice you
She replied with a smile: Never mind, where do you have to go anyway?
_ Zfti
_did not?
_ Onions to my lady.. to your mother
_ And you will go alone?
_ Alaa is in the geography lesson now, so yes, no one is with me
Well, I'll come with you!
"You're welcome, but I don't think your mother will agree."
She won't know!
_Fine, as you wish
So I frowned
_What is there?
_ Brother, smile at me even once!
There is nothing to smile about, so I will not smile
_ But my mom is making stuffed food today!
_ Salma.. If stuffed food was good for people's feelings, psychiatric clinics would have been empty
_ Hmm, you're right, okay, it doesn't matter, hurry up and wait for me to get dressed
_Good
Zayn went down to the first floor
Like the second, it was an apartment completely similar to it, except that it was the opposite of it, as it was used only for hospitality, as the hall was furnished with good antique furniture and a large TV, and the rooms had beds in case they became guests.
Do not be surprised that this is the house of Abdo the miser, for he is really his property, except that the one who originally built it was his father, Hajj Abd Rabbo, and unlike him, he was a generous man who loved me very much.
Abed Rabbo, may God have mercy on him, was a practical man who struggled all his life for a living, and from the bottom he made a ladder with which he climbed to the highest peaks.
And Abdullah, "Abdo that miserly scoundrel," was from his childhood obese and heavy in movement, his mother's boy who always clung to her breasts.
Hajj Abd Rabbo did not like this, as I said, he was a practical man who tried to teach the boy a craft, but failed. He tried to teach him a skill, and failed.
He was even a failure in education, so Hajj Abd Rabbo punished him by making him participate in building this house of three floors with the workers
So he sweated until his glands dried up and became deserted! Haha, the bastard deserves it!
He was, as usual, sitting in the hall, reclining on the sofa, wearing a wide jilbab and his little glasses, which he hadn't changed in ten years.
When he saw me, he looked at me with disgust and said: What do you want?
My lady sent me to ask you for money to buy onions
He muttered something about women and their many expenses and scratched his hair, adding: How much did she want?
_ The onion shaker is supposed to be fifty pounds, but I will go to my wedding and get it from a man there who sells it for five pounds less
_ He sells it for forty-five, the thief, the son of the thief!
_...
_ Take, take, forty-five, here they are
He put his hand in the pocket of the jilbab and pulled out a giant bundle, from which he pulled the money and placed it in my hand
_do not be late
Good
Don't try to run away like last time!
_ ..Good
_Go
So I did. I went down to the ground floor, which had a garage with a Mercedes and a Kia, and next to them was the old worn-out bike that the old Abd Rabbo gave me on my tenth birthday.
I said to myself: May God have mercy on you and have mercy on your days
beautiful !
The voice came from above on the stairs, it was Selma's voice
Boy, did you leave?
It was completely dark, and I had not turned on the light for a reason I do not know, so she did not see me, so I said: Here
Did you get dressed so fast?
_ Yes, as you can see the black hoodie and black pants over them the black hijab!
Life is black enough, why are you making it blacker?
_Look who is talking about a master in love with black, with wheatish skin, black eyes, black hair, and black high cool over black pants!!
Zain looked at his clothes and said: Well, I am convinced
come on come on
So she jumped and I had opened the gate and took out the bike and rode on it
Come on and close the gate behind you
_ Good
So I did and then jumped like a butterfly on the back seat and said: Forward, Captain!
I looked at her coldly
_Damn you
_ Damn you!
_ Well, Mr. Damn you, let's go!
So I did
And on the asphalt that the state refuses to pave, and whenever the state paved it, the state broke it again for "maintenance work." I rode the bike with Salami behind me.
Salma: Tell me Zain, since my grandfather died, you have changed
_ Since your grandfather's death, everyone has changed. Your father made me a slave, and your mother as well
"You're right, and I'm sorry, I don't know what to say about that."
_ Don't say anything, nothing to say at all
_ I will not say anything about my father and mother, but I will say about something else. "A paper comes out of her pocket." What is this, Mr. Zain?
So I looked
Oh, that's a love letter I got
_ Oh, you don't deny it then
_ No, I simply don't care. A skinny, cold, poor boy like me doesn't have to get into relationships. We're in an important year now. We need to study instead of playing.
_But didn't you read this letter? The amount of feelings here is enough to be Noah's Flood
"Yes, I did. It's well written."
_And the?
_ And I don't care
She hit me on my back
_ Why not, you fool!
So I sighed and then said: Salma, I am not ready for this matter yet. I am young at seventeen years old. I live in a house that rejects me and a life that I hate.
I can hardly take responsibility for myself, so what about responsibility for someone's feelings? Selma, the world will not be destroyed if I politely reject this girl
_ Okay, okay, Mr. Mature, but tell me how you can understand this feeling when you have not experienced it before
_ There were the first men who tried the experience for us and then passed on their experiences to us like this, but, unfortunately, I will contradict this and say that everyone has a different experience with everything, even love. Did you ever create two writers or poets who suffered or loved in the same way?
_ No, I don't think so
_ So love is wide and known, and at the same time, experience is something completely different
Salma stared into the void stupidly, then said: Yes, yes
I do not understand anything!
I have a stupid sister
"Hehehe, oh look, we've come to the French bridge for a walk."
Your mother will yell at me
Don't worry, I'll say I'm the one who made you late
_OK
We crossed the entrance, which was blocked with a piece of iron, so you can only hear someone pass by, so I lifted the bike and crossed
_beautiful
_What?
_ Why are you always sad?
_ Salma leave me alone
_ No, I'm not joking. Why are you always sad?
_ Are you foolish, your parents are torturing me? I am an orphan of unknown origin. Perhaps my mother was a prostitute or an adulterer. My head does not stop thinking about simple details and about major events in wars, in famines, in economic inflation, and in my future. How do you want me to be happy? How!!
I'm sorry, I didn't mean...
_ Excuses, excuses, just stop!
She looked with her wide eyes as if she were going to cry and said, "Sorry, I'll stop."
_good
And we went on walking silently
And right in the middle of the bridge I stopped and parked the bike to the side and let out a heavy sigh, the sigh of someone who is tired of life
_ I apologize to you, do not be sad, because I realize that you have no fault in all of this
_ No, it's okay, I'm not sad about you. I'm only sad about my parents. During my grandfather's life, you were treated as a member of the family, but after his death, and especially during that night when my father came out of my grandfather's last resting place while he was dying, his view of you changed.
_ Yes, I noticed that too, but even before that, Abdo did not accept me very much, and he saw me as a burden to you. Once I heard him complain about what he spent.
While he did not complain about you, it is true that you are his daughter and I am a bastard
_ ZANZONY Don't say that you are my twin brother!
_ZANZONY!
_Yeah "shakes her head" ZANZONY
I laughed a strong contrived laugh
She laughed too, but it was a soft laugh. No, she neighed like a mare in the mating season, which made everyone on the bridge turn to us and look.
_Shhh, lower your voice, you idiot
_ Sorry, your fake laugh just made me laugh
"Okay, okay, just stop!"
_ Yes, I will stop
She wiped her tears that flowed from laughter and said: I won
_ In what?
_ A challenge I had made with myself is to make you laugh, and I won and you lost
_ Huh?
"You loser, invite me to an ice cream now."
I ignored her and rode away
_ Hey loser, wait for me
_ Run and lose some of the weight of your full cheeks
_ Shut up loser stop
She ran and ran
I am far ahead of her
Until I looked behind me and found her panting and sweating like a puppy on a hot summer day
So I went back and parked the bike at a distance from me and approached her looking at her with a look of pity followed by patting her and then she burst out laughing
So she looked at me with her innocent, spontaneous look and said: Look over there, it's my father!
I quickly looked: where!
She suddenly kissed me on the cheek and ran quickly to ride the bike, running away from me.
Zayn in stupidity: Huh?
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Omar_Rezk
Omar_Rezk So I am a fool and this novel is foolish, but I am an FOOL who loves writing and does not find any support, so I think I deserve a little bit of it, man. There are worse novels than this, and they are making anime for it now!
Note: This chapter is the happiest chapter in the novel. Prepare for a lot of crying
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