The last hope

The first chapter is slowly watching the details of what happened to her old and current body, which was sagging..

It exhales in a strait, puts a piece of cloth over the woman that opens the hot water tap, lies in the flow of hot water, feels comfortable for a moment because she has the right to gas batches and was able to convince the rest of the residents of the old building of the need to abandon gas canisters and constantly search for them and insert natural gas into the old, dilapidated apartments for a little comfort.

She dips her body in water, does not allow the little cries that wake up to nightmares at night, one day after the other She must wash her wet bed in the morning, she was upset when she remembered her cause that morning, a disgusting, dirty, ugly girl.. The little one shrunk back into her room, into permanent isolation, never coming out.

She stopped helping her in the afternoons with her sewing machine, the dream of a knitting factory moving away one day after the other. She sold the refrigerator yesterday and got rid of it on the baby again.

He's back, he'll put the money on the table before he goes to sleep. She wanted to hug him, but she didn't learn how to do it.

She watches the house crack every night, waiting for it to widen. She closes her eyes, remembering him. If he were here, he might have been able to do something and it wouldn't have happened. But she goes back to remembering the marks on her back, saying that her removal can only be fixed by plastic surgery, for which she can never save.

She wakes up early in the morning, the baked goods come out hot from the oven, puts them in trays that cover them well, walks quietly on the stairs to the top floor, opens with the key as she left it in her old hand, puts the food on the kitchen table, avoides passing by the hall so that she does not see it in a scattered image, What is wrong with the old man not to stop asking about him and everyone avoides her leaves it to her. Its not her blood. Nothing will happen to her. "Saying the Hearing". Every night she sees her at night, doesn't talk, waits for him to say something to curse her, and he looks at her the same way. Fuck you to wait for your pity. He hesitated in a rage, paying attention so that the neighbor who never stops following her doesn't hear it. Her husband died and everyone was waiting

for his share.

Since he died, I learned not to be afraid, not like the last time her husband left. She was terrified when she looked into the eyes of her only brother. I watched his scheming wife's eyes, her abdominal muscles contracted, which is still suffering from the effects of her second birth. Poor little girl will never see her father. The young man's eyes are confused looking for his father. He got so attached to him. Safiya Mosifa has always hesitated, he was good to the little boy, who loves him as much as she hates her!

Her sister-in-law starts looking for a potential new husband.she learned how to do it every time. Despite fear, she felt free, for the first time in many years, that she could live without the fear of a husband approaching.

It was a frightening night for her on Sunday when she had to get rid of her neighbor's son and lover, but she had decided to do so because of his betrayal. She can't forget the looks of the baby freak after she put the rest of the corpse in her refrigerator, sealed it tight and kept the babies from getting close to her.

The little teacher at school told her that she was suffering from involuntary urination. Safiya lied and said that the girl is very scared after the death of her father, whom she loved very much. Although she has felt pity for the young girl, she marks her mark with the harshness of the days to come so that she does not cry in front of her elder brother's wife or expose the corpse before she can get rid of it.

She remembers three months ago when she first saw him at the home of an old neighbor who cared for her for a little money, clothes, and food.

Who taught Safia in the past how a good girl at school was pampered by her father before he died of a sudden heart attack and a life turned out after her older brother reappeared? The older brother who skipped school and got kicked out of the house came back rich.

He didn't like his sister Safiya. She left school and said goodbye to her dream of going to medical school to marry Abraham, the man her older brother trusts.

Abraham was a cruel man who treated her with great cruelty, and when he died she felt happy and satisfied, even though she hid it so that no one would know. Safiya loved to paint, and when Abraham died, she pulled out her old papers as a little girl to look at the drawings of the little girl.

Safiya thought she could no longer draw like the little girl she was in the past because she had not painted in years. When Safiya decided to go back to her apartment and leave her older brother's after waging a lot of fights with his wife to let her go home again.

Her old neighbor was the first person she worked for before she got a good reputation through the old woman's friends. Despite her tiredness, Safiya felt relieved that she was starting to earn good money.

She began to forget her nightmares of what Abraham had done to her in the past. Safiya was known for her meticulousness and honesty at work, and older women took her in until she saw the man.

He was coming to visit his grandmother when Safiya saw him for the first time. He looked at her for a moment before ignoring her and sitting down to talk to his grandmother before he traveled again.

That night, Safiya again had a nightmare, and she saw herself trying to hide some of the features of a creature that appeared in the mirror. She looked up to him. No, she didn't recognize him.

She was trying to hide a face.. She clenched and stretched in front of her. A figure appeared closer to her face.. The looks she saw shifted. She imagined each one of them.. she hated muttering of pity on their closed mouths.

Her face changed. I looked at her. Yeah, that's new, she don't know. She landed with a force that insists her foot hit the ground... She carried it in her purse. Hey, but who's worth... she hated their looks even more. They look at her every second. Look at who's worth... There he hurls at her, uncaring, trying to calm him down, in a low voice, to make his voice louder.

Calm came, the columns on the streets lit, with their faint light. You walk in Yas you haven't found Perhaps you look another day.... She didn't notice, walking through a tunnel with no loud feet, and so on. She heard a weak voice... A loud voice, a chirping toe.. she felt the suitcase out of it. Yes, he is. She closed her eyes and got closer... Her certainty has grown.... She grabbed it steady. She shot... His voice froze. She didn't understand. He will dwell on the earth before her. She ran away, adjusted her dress, called her running... As she put her bag back on, she went over her feet with a weak hiss. She came close, she sat and watched. A body trembling minutes before it finally came to rest. She breathed a sigh of relief, walked back to them. She didn't care what they looked like. His face turned out to be Abraham again.

The idea surprised her again, come on, Safiya, talk to him now, who cares, that's enough, she got his number stealthily from the grandmother and learned his Facebook account.

She watched his page for days, got to know him better, even when he came to visit Grandma, she made him the coffee he loved.

The day she called the V.I.P., she had no idea how everything would end that way.

Damn, she lost her fridge. It must never be replaced.. She can't buy a replacement.. The little girl is now afraid to approach the kitchen after seeing blood and hearing her cry.

Safia blames herself for not leaving the kids at home that day.

What a fool, describe it.. but I didn't know what would happen. She hesitated in her mind, perhaps to be silent.. She puts the food in front of the little girl on the table and leaves, knowing that she will move to the food when she leaves.