Chapter 35

Ismaïla's point of view:

At the time I didn't even know how to interpret it so much that I thought I was going to go crazy. For the next few minutes, I couldn't even move properly, I was paralyzed by my brother's words. I was shaking like a leaf.

Therefore, I had only one desire, it was to leave the hospital quickly, before I did any damage. When I left I didn't even notice that I no longer had the flowers in my hands. Maybe I let them fall while running.

I ran in all the corridors to get to the exit quickly. Once outside, I walk quickly into the basement, barely installed in the car, I took a deep breath, so much that I felt like I was falling into apples.

Despite my predicament, I managed to quickly start the car before someone recognized it.

How could I have fallen so low?

I had the impression that all the earth had fallen on me, so much that I was in pain, I wanted to kill myself instantly after what I had just heard. I can't believe this since

happen to me. When I think I've spent almost half of my life loving her when in the end she's meant for someone else, who is my own brother, my blood. How I could have had feelings for a girl who doesn't even care about my existence.

I can't believe Mohamed has feelings for Fatima. I can not, it is difficult to accept on the spot. And to think that I loved her so much, I saw her and no one else. Fatima stole my heart from me, I can't even erase it from my mind even after what I had just heard from my brother. Now even the fact that he is my brother makes me very uncomfortable in the sense that we fell in love with the same person without even caring. I agree to share everything with him except Fatima.

Since the death of our parents, we had made a promise to support each other no matter what, and to always preserve peace in this family. But from what I see, Mohamed has just shattered it into a thousand pieces without me being able to do anything about it. I'm so ashamed of myself that I wouldn't even dare to look at myself in a mirror. This day of sadness and bitterness will be forever etched in my memory.

As a result, I was in such pain that I decided to turn around in order to get some fresh air while heading to the beach. In such a situation, the best solution was to get away from it all before committing certain things that I might one day regret. I had to relax at all costs so much that my head was full, I was driving like a savage, I didn't even obey the rules of the road, I neglected the lights and the traffic signs. In short, I behaved like a marginal. What is the point of respecting people's lives if, even in return, no one returns the favor. I was so disgusted by life, I even wondered what was the meaning of my coming into this world, if in the end it was only to suffer in return. I questioned all things.

As soon as I arrived, I parked the car with difficulty and savagely, pinning it against a large rock. Once I got off I walked over to the bench that I found next to. I needed air and nothing else so much that I suffocated from the inside.

Now my heart is broken into a thousand pieces and all I want is to get away from it all, I have a mad desire to go to the other side because I have just lost my reason for living. Looking at the sea and the sound of the waves, I wanted to join her. But I didn't have the courage to do it because on the one hand I tell myself that I have a minimum of hope in a corner of my heart. Even if it even seems utopian to me.

Despite what happened, I did everything to come to myself, I didn't want to do anything stupid. Because otherwise my family would suffer greatly and I don't want to hurt anyone. I was in a huge dilemma because on the one hand I told myself that I had better end my life once and for all, and on the other hand I told myself that I should not let myself be defeated so easily. knowing that she is not the one and only woman who exists.

I had a feeling that my head was going to explode so much that I couldn't take the thought anymore, without even wanting it, I could feel my sure tears down my face, as for my heart it kept on. beat as fast.

Alone surrounded by the sea, I managed to cry out with all my strength to pour out all my resentment. There was so much that happened in my life during those last years not to mention the latest news that just broke the camel's back. I felt alone in the world, I cried like a little baby.

In the moment of a few minutes all my dreams had collapsed, I had wanted so much to be able to end the rest of my life with Fatima, I would have liked so much to be able to start a family with her, I would have wanted so much that we either together. I only saw her, she was the only one in whom I had placed all my hopes, all my dreams, even the wildest.

Now it's all over, I have nothing left, I only look like a poor wretch. A wretch and nothing else.

Why am I not entitled to happiness?

But no! It seems impossible. Definitely, Mohamed monopolizes everything in his path, he has everything he wants in his possession. He leaves nothing lying around, even women. Now I can understand his reaction, I can understand why he did not want me to approach Fatima. In fact, he used to give me excuses all the time, he did everything possible to get me away from her.

How can I be so naive?

I should have realized his plan as well as his inappropriate behavior towards Fatima. I even regret the fact of having met her in my life, I should never have laid my eyes on her from the first sight. I should have erased myself because in the end our love seems IMPOSSIBLE.

My life is a lot of shit, I don't look like anything anymore since I lost my reason for living. And to think that I have so much hope so as not to receive anything in return.

All I want right now is to be alone, I don't want to talk or see anyone. I just want to stay with my own person.

My dear Mother I would have wanted so much that you were there, I would have dreamed that you were by my side because you are the one and only person who really managed to console me and make me happy. Hope you feel good where you are now. You and daddy were the only ones I could really count on.

Khady's point of view :

This girl is so naive, she has no idea what she just did. Looks like she has spaghetti instead of brain, no but seriously. If she ever thinks that I am going to help her then she is seriously mistaken. On the contrary, I am going to take advantage of this situation to push it a little more into the hole to put it in its place, then I will put everyone at my feet. That way I'll have my revenge on this whole family. The day starts so much earlier that I am so happy. I think I have to share this excellent news with my mother, she needs it after what happened before yesterday.

As soon as I said, immediately done, I walked over to my mother, as usual, she was in front of her dressing table looking at herself. She always tries to be beautiful this one. As soon as she saw him through the reflection of the mirror, she immediately turned around.

Aunt Aïcha: what still brings you?

Me: who is there? Why are you so mad at me?

Aunt Aïcha: don't push me to the limit, bragging before I insult you again

Me: go ahead because anyway I'm used to your bad words

Aunt Aïcha: I have the impression that you don't understand French, she said shouting

Me: calm down mom,

Aunt Aïcha: hum! I wonder why are you so patient with me, cause you usually never have

Me: yes, it's true I admit

Aunt Aïcha: I'm disgusted by you because of your behavior last night

Me: olalah! Mum please don't do it again cause it's in the past now

Aunt Aïcha: hum! You didn't even apologize to me

Me: ok, okay i'm sorry forgive me i'm sorry

Aunt Aïcha: I think I dreamed or what! You really apologized to me, oh my God, tell me what fly stung you so you were suddenly so nice

Me: well! This fly you're talking about is called Alima Amar,

Aunt Aïcha: oh well! What do you mean? Be clearer please

Me: she just gave me some very good news

Aunt Aïcha: Explain everything to me, my daughter, she said with a smile

I couldn't believe my eyes, she had smiled again as soon as I told her about this news. Because of this, she kept asking me questions so much that she was in such a hurry to want to know everything right now. I then decided to tell him everything quickly so that I could finally breathe under the influence of these questions.

Aunt Aïcha: oh my God! Girl you don't even know how happy I am

Me: I hope all our plans can be successful this time around

Aunt Aïcha: yes I hope so too,

Me: Alima is so naive, she just made the mistake of her life

Aunt Aïcha: they will pay for everything they did to us, because we are going to put them in misery

Me: I had waited so much for this moment, you can't even imagine

Aunt Aïcha: I also wonder what happens to the two Amar brothers

Me: oh good! What do you mean

Aunt Aïcha: indeed I realize that they are really attracted to their own employees and that starting with Mohamed

Me: don't talk to me about that

Aunt Aïcha: and then I have always wondered, what Fatima had more than you, so that Mohamed could love her as much as you my daughter

Me: I'm going for a walk, I say leaving the room

I couldn't take it anymore, I was already fed up with staying with her talking to me about Mohamed and that bitch. When I think he didn't even want to talk to me last time, when I was in absolute urgency. Instead of caring and showing interest in his family, he prefers to take care of others with whom he has no sincere affinity. I have the impression to pass for the worst bitches, he manipulates me and treats me as he sees fit. I think it's about time and I'd better show him what I'm doing.

For once my mother is right, how is it that Mohamed can love Fatima as much as me? This is really unfair, in the sense that I dress better than her, I am much more cultured than her, but also I come from a very good family compared to her. For my part, I find that Mohamed is not at all an ambitious man when it comes to women. He sees a beautiful lioness like me and he prefers to take a goat like Fatima. It is sad!

I think he doesn't yet know who I really am to reject me and manipulate me like a rag. Oh my God! I only have God for him, I only dream of him and his fortune. I have the impression that he has beauty, money and health all at the same time. I even wonder if he's really a human himself.

Besides, I wonder what I can do well, to make him believe that my mother is still ill, but after what he saw in the hospital I doubt it very much. Now there is no more time to waste I must do everything to put all my plans into action, so that I would not only have Mohamed in hand but also all his fortune.