At the university hospital in Cairo, the doctors repeatedly assured me that my brother Reda was fine and would recover. They had to give him two blood transfusions and perform peritoneal dialysis to remove the toxins from his body... My mother and sister stayed by his side the entire time, overjoyed by the clear signs of his recovery...
As for Nagat—that heartless viper—she thanked the doctors profusely but didn't bother to spare a single word of gratitude for me. In any case, I had only done my duty toward my brother and didn't need any special thanks from her...
One thing saddened me: my colleagues couldn't save El-Zoghby because the late doctor's experiments had pushed him beyond the point of no return. As for Said Gaber, he regained his strength, and Ibrahim El-Saqqa returned to dreaming and enjoying the spring and flowers... The most beautiful thing, however, was that the legend of the Nadaha had ended for several generations and would only return in its old form—as a song grandmothers use to scare their grandchildren before bed, just for the pleasure of seeing terror in their wide, innocent eyes!
For two whole weeks, I enjoyed having two women in my home in Dokki—my mother and sister. Order and cleanliness returned, and I started eating well, dressing well, and sleeping well. I even gained a few kilograms...
When it was time for them to leave, my mother begged me to go with them to the village and live there forever... But I shook my head in despair... I could never abandon my profession or leave the university. She then pleaded with me—at the very least—to marry quickly so she could rest assured about my loneliness... I promised her I would do so as soon as I returned from the hematology conference to be held in Scotland in six months...
I bid them farewell at the station, along with my brother... Then I returned to my empty house, realizing a horrifying truth: my vacation was over, and the dean wouldn't grant me another day off, or else it would mean the ruin of my career...
Even my hours of rest had become more tense and exhausting than my working hours!
Now that my story with ghosts had ended, it was time to enjoy a normal life... But I didn't know that I would soon encounter a devil of a different kind in another place, shattering any possibility of peace in my life... But that's another story.
**Dr. *Rifaat* Ismail** **Cairo, March 1962**