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short novel : Dalal’s Thoughts between Pain and Hope

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Thoughts of Dalal : Part 1

She woke up from her deep slumber looking between the walls of her cold room for something that would lead her to leave this miserable, dark room full of sorrows, hoping that she might find her way toward a bright tomorrow that would bring a smile back to her lips. Her life, or rather a part of her life, by leaving her sad past in all its details and drawing a future away from the fear that had always been her companion, but to no avail, so she quickly recovered her grief tape … Dalal was a life-loving, dreamy, ambitious twenty-year-old, studying medicine at the university, she lived a love story described as violent. She got to know Ahmed, a fighter young Egyptian graduate from a university majoring in commerce whose relationship lasted 4 years until they decided to marry and start a family One winter day, Dalal met Ahmed at a Cairo restaurant, who witnessed Dalal and Ahmed’s love affair Ahmed: Hello dear, what is the news? Dalal: Fine darling, the news is there Ahmed: I would like to tell you that tomorrow I will bring my parents to ask for your hand. Are you ready? Dalal: Are you kidding me right? How is it possible to be ready in 24 hours? I’m really crazy Ahmed: No, my dear, I have not gone mad yet, but it seems to me that you are the one who will lose me my senses Haha. I will bring my parents only to ask for your hand and not for the wedding ceremony any preparations you talk about, crazy Dalal: Oh my dear, will I meet your parents in pajamas? Ahmed: I do not mind, you are beautiful in all your cases, my little one Dalal: I am really mad. I am speaking seriously. Please leave the joking aside a little. I have to buy a suitable dress and prepare the table and other details, and this cannot be completed in one day, oh idiot Dalal: Oh my Lord, how important have you become? Do what you want within 24 hours, no more, no less, hahahaha, bye, dear, see you tomorrow (Ahmed went and let Dalal eat herself, Hahaha) Dalal: You stupid, I don’t know how to live with your murderous coldness under one roof Dalal called her twin soul, Basma, to help her with all the details. They went together to a store. Dalal chose a floral dress that was suitable for her white skin color, beautiful figure, and honey eyes with an innocent look full of love and life. She slept for a few minutes and spent the night thinking about her lover and their pink life together. Dalal added the house and prepared Ahmed’s favorite dishes, all this and that within a few hours, until the hour of settling seven in the evening knocked on the door of the house and the heartbeat of Dalal rose with him. Here is her lover fulfills his promise For her to complete their love journey together, it was a relationship characterized by a lot of chastity, a lot of shame and a lot of love. They always wanted their relationship to culminate in marriage. Their dream is simple, like other lovers.

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Thoughts of Dalal: Part 2

(Dalal’s father opened the door of the house to open a door with him as long as you waited for him) Ahmed: Hello, Uncle Omar, how are you all? Omar: Hello son, happy with your presence. Please come inside. Oh hello brother Saeed (father Ahmed) how are you? Ahmed talked to me a lot about you Saeed: Thank you. Praise be to God. He also told me about you (The two families engaged in conversation and sermon, Omar did not talk about the dowry and so on, as he respects the privacy of his daughter and trusts her choice and does not want to make things difficult for Ahmed) Saeed: What do you say, brother Omar, about your daughter’s dowry? Omar: Forget this, man. Let this matter be left to the newlyweds, as they know their affairs Saeed: Are you kidding me, O Abu Dalal, how is it possible for what you say? Do you have no conditions ?? What do you think of this, O Mother of the Bride? Listen to your voice, Haha Mother: By God, there will be no words after the words of Omar Omar: My only condition is to take good care of my daughter, for she is the apple of my eyes in life Ahmed: Don’t worry, uncle, in my eyes Mother-in-law: Whatever you choose, God wills, Ahmed. The girl is very beautiful and tender. May God complete good Mother: Taslima (Dalal’s cheeks blushed with embarrassment and her joy was hardly hidden) “The meeting ended between the two families. They set a date for the books of the book and said goodbye to some of them. Dalal smiled to her fiancé a gentle smile as if she wanted to thank him for fulfilling the promise. The family members gathered over a cup of tea after Ahmed and his family went Father: So my spoiled little girl decided to move away from her father and go to another man Dalal: Dalal’s face was red again, she lowered her head and could not look at her father’s face (it is true that she has a special relationship with her father, for he is the tender chest who has no other refuge when her chest is tight, yet she is afraid to speak with him about matters of engagement and marriage) Mother: Well, Omar, let the girl, like Dalal, join me. I want you in something special Dalal: Well, mom Mother: I want to talk to you about something that bothered me so much Dalal: Is it Ahmed ??? Mother: You are quite a smart girl, and I think that Omar agrees to marry him Dalal: Ok? Do I understand from your words that you do not agree? Mother: Honestly, no, and I do not see good in this marriage, please, and I have never felt comfortable with it, and I trust a lot of my intuition, so I say to remove the idea of ​​marrying this young man from your head and search for another groom Dalal: Please do not do this to me, mom, you know how much I love him and I cannot live without him, for it is everything to me and you did not give me a convincing reason in addition to that. You were happy a little while ago and I spoke with his mother for many hours and you looked on your face features of happiness What changed Do you think all of a sudden ??? I’m not a child, tell me Mother: (Loudly) Don’t underestimate. Come on, pick up the phone. Now, I said what I have to say and you are going to do what you have to do. Come on, call Dalal: (With a tearful eye and an almost dead voice) Please, I beg you, my mother, do not do this to me. The date of the marriage ceremony has been set, and everything was fine. Why are you doing this now ???? Mother: I told you now (I picked up the phone and called) well, the matter ended here, let the rest be upon me

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