THE AUTHOR'S WIFE

Three young men of the so-called tough guys boarded Halima in a Toyota Noah, a car large enough for them and space left. They were full of muscle like people with the task of carrying the earth and lowering it when they hear it doing so. Halima was carefully inspecting their bodies with their eyes, not that the horrible nature he had never seen before, no, then now he thought there when he sent them there was nothing to give them the bodies full of muscle clearly to strike him or remove him from the earth. As he continued to be troubled by thoughts, he was suddenly startled by the statement of the young man holding the steering wheel of the car "You idiot! Where are we going? " Halima understood the idiot mentioned there was her, she certainly felt she deserved the name at the time. He did not think twice but escaped "In My Home" The car gripped and pulled off the anchor, the journey towards Halima began, it was a very noisy journey produced by the young men. Halima ignored their noise, she had her noises in her head, noises that figured out how to escape the hand of those enemies. He certainly missed any answer, the noise in his head continued as usual. Every night on debt it is not too late, the car hit the brakes in front of Halima's house. One of the three young men who accompanied Halima looked at Halima with a hateful eye and then told her "We will accompany you as friends until you are in your house, if you try to bring a trick of any kind you will lose most of your days" The relative meant his statement, he was ready to kill Halima if there was any dangerous situation against them. Halima nodded and they went downstairs to her house, when they reached the door Halima grabbed the lock and opened it. The door was wide open, and the captives were forced to lock the door and lock it in place. They walked into the living room, all the while Halima's mind was working very fast like electricity or a flashlight with a new battery. Given no time to think, the young man who was the driver of the car carrying them spoke out loud "Give us that information and let's go, we have not come to look at your house" Halima pretended to smile, it was a really fake smile, a smile that contradicted her will and her heart. He turned his head and told them "My husband told me he put it in his closet, I think we should all go to the closet… let's look together" No one knocked, they headed towards Halima's room, the host was in front while the hostile guests against her ran towards her. I do not know Halima's room is in heaven, I certainly do not know, after a few seconds they were in front of her husband's wardrobe. He grabbed the lock of the cupboard and pulled it out with the intention of opening it but the lock refused to cooperate, the act meant the cupboard was locked, the cupboard needed to be opened with its key. Halima looked left and right as if someone was flashing the key to the cupboard but at the end of the day she remained stunned and did not know what to do. It was not that he did not know where the key to the lock was, no, he understood everything. He knew even if he took the key and opened it there was no information they were looking for. The young man in prison shouted "We are waiting for you, do not waste our time" The young man who appeared to be the leader of the caravan had folded his arms against Halima, he saw how Halima was blinking like a womanfound, he understood there was a way or something going on behind the scenes. Halima was not shocked by the young man's statement because even if the statement shocked her, she would still be searching for an answer. He had no choice but to stare at her, an act that meant he had no way of solving the problem. The screaming boy pushed Halima aside and then grabbed the cupboard cup and pulled it out, the answer was the same. The lock was locked. The young man turned his head and looked at Halima angrily, looking at her for more than five seconds while trembling with rage. He pulled out a pistol from his pocket and closed the sound bar and then broke the cupboard handle with a bullet, the cupboard had no contention of any kind, it opened. The young man began to search the cupboard like a hen searching for food in the trash, and he poured down everything that was in the cupboard. It was definitely Halima's husband's closet because it contained only men's clothing. They were given everywhere no meaning they saw. The young man who led his companions stood up and then turned to Halima who was trembling with fear, and asked him angrily. "So you play with our minds? Eti eeeh " Halima continued to shake her body to her lips, she realized what would follow was her death with her mother. He struggled because he believed he had no one to help him as he staggered like a lizard. He answered the boy "The information was in this cupboard. I think the police who conducted frequent searches of my house would have left with the information " Halima uttered the statement to save her life, although it was a statement that escaped her but created something in the minds of the young men sent to work by the elder Jabir Masoud. The leader of the young men sat up in bed and started looking for a name on her phone, while the incident was going on. Halima was returning the clothes of her late husband to the closet. She folded one garment after another and then neatly arranged. As she continued her exercise there was something falling out of her husband's pants pocket, the pants she was folding with the intention of getting it back in place. Halima's eyes landed on the object that came out of the pants, it was a black flash. He looked at the young men, they were all looking at him, now he understood everyone heard the sound of the flash. The young man who was sitting on the bed in the middle of the day squatted down and picked up the flash. The phone he put in his ear kept ringing unsuccessfully, as he confirmed the non-receipt of his phone he put it back in his pocket. He looked at Halima and then told her "What does this flash have? Why should it be in Abdallah's pants " Halima had no answer because even she did not understand anything about the flash. Halima decided to lie, she told the young man that the flash was brand new and empty in her husband's clothes because that day she expected to go to the movie theaters to watch movies for the family. The young man was not satisfied with Halima's response and felt that the flash was very important to the late Abdallah in his professional affairs which is why he kept it in his pocket. Halima panicked after seeing the relative refuse to believe her words, not that Halima knew the presence of the flash in her house, no, she did not understand anything. Fear gripped him and he believed that perhaps the flash had preserved the essentials for the nation, things that should not fall into the hands of the enemy. Period events yalAs he continued, suddenly the call of the youth leader rang, the leader looked at the incoming call and realized it was a call he had originally made but had not received. He received it with great respect and then put it in his ear "Yes boss" He certainly deserved to be called the boss, it was a call from Jabir Masoud, the leader of the gang that sent them to fulfill his mission. The young man told his boss everything about what they had picked up at Halima's house, the boss was very angry and ordered them to return immediately with the flash. No one commented other than receiving the boss's statement. They got in the car and the journey back to Jabir Masoud's residence began. They found Jabir Masoud in a fit of rage, he was in his living room walking around talking to himself. Jabir Masoud did not have many questions, he told his young men "Where's that flash, where's it?" He asked angrily, very quickly he was given the flash he had requested and then Jabir Masoud plugged it into the computer he had prepared for the task. The flash had one file labeled "WORK", Jabir Masoud opened the strange file and found three different images, one picture was his house, the second picture was his picture and the third picture was a picture of the head of the regional police station. in it. Jabir Masoud's eyes widened and he could not understand what the issue meant, but the more he thought, the more he found a way to start. In a flash of lightning he asked Halima "You said those who took the information would be the police?" Halima understood the meaning of the question, she understood Jabir Masoud linked her statement to the pictures. Halima confirmed that Jabir Masoud had connected the dot and understood that all information would be in the hands of the police station chief. He saw Jabir Masoud's war against the police.

There is no such thing as jealousy, jealousy of love, jealousy of no one, not even siblings. Now what about Fatma the wife of the Caliph. Fatma was furious, summing up the events of her husband that she did not understand in the near future. Now she convinced herself that her husband was having an extramarital affair, and she believed the message was an eye-opener on her side. She believed it was a mystical message she could not understand but she knew her husband must understand everything. She assured herself that she had caught the wrong message that was being directed at her husband. He read the message again "Caliph, I am in the hands of the kidnappers. At any moment they can take away my soul. Please help me, use any technique, but do not use writing technique. If you can, try to do it very secretly. If you get this message please save me, or I will die in the next few days "- Halima As she read it a second time she reassured herself that her thoughts were correct, thoughts that her husband was betraying her to another woman he did not know. He wondered to himself "She tells him to use any means! Then he must be very secretive to follow her or he will die. They really make me very stupid, they see me I can't understand their words they post on their reporting papers… in fact the thief is forty " Fatma put on her clothes again and as she came out of the mosque, she wondered where to start to sue her husband and decided to go to the sheikh of their mosque. She made her way to the outside of their house with the intention of going to the mosque, but got another idea and decided to share it with her mother by phone. The idea passed by a large percentage, he picked up his Samsung A20s mobile phone and then searched for the number he had stored in Fatma's mother's name, and rang. The phone rang but was not answered, he did not get tired he rang and rang again. He shot more than three times. Certainly the seeker is not tired and tired of the sun he has found, the phrase meant a lot to Fatma. He rang until his mother received a call. He greeted her warmly because he had lost his temper like a bear. The mother is always the mother, she understood her son was not so much because he knew her well. Although Fatma did not say anything, her mother asked her nervously as well "How are you my son! Is this phone really good? " Fatma failed to answer her mother's question, failed to say whether it was a good or a bad call, she found herself going straight to the purpose of the call. He told his mother "Mom, I picked up a piece of paper with a love message, a piece of paper that was coming out of my husband's hat." Fatma's mother was silent for a few seconds, she could not tell her son because not many days later her son called her and told her that her husband had changed so much, he was late coming home and every time he asked her he was answering that work had increased. Now the issue of finding a paper with a love message was even bigger. Fatma's mother asked her son "Did you share it with your partner?" Fatma, who was trembling with rage, answered her mother "No mother, even if I share it she will not tell me anything. Every day he sleeps on the job, as if there were a lot of work. I will not tolerate this issue, religious leaders must take their place " Fatma's mother rejected her son's thoughts and told him to wait for his partner to speak. Fatma was not a parody to her mother, they said goodbye and then hung up. Fatma's decisions were the samethat, the decision to go and sue her husband in religious leadership, she did not want to follow her mother's advice because she believed her mother was defending her husband every time she sued him. He took one step after another and came to their daily mosque. Surely God was on his side because he managed to find the sheikh of the mosque preparing to leave the area. After the greeting he told the sheikh the whole incident and then handed him the paper as evidence. The sheikh read it slowly, the sheikh got a different meaning from the meaning of Fatma. The issue prompted the sheikh to ask a question to his believer "Isn't your husband working in journalism and news affairs? If the answer is yes you do not see if this paper requires him to do something against this unfamiliar character, I think if this paper reaches your husband it will be a very appropriate place " Fatma smiled hypocritically in front of her religious leader, pretending to understand the sheikh's orders but in her head she sternly rebuked the sheikh and believed she was defending her fellow man. He said good-bye and left the scene, insulting the religious leader who had failed to support him. Fatma was on her way, foot and way to her gay third house from her residence. She handed him the pamphlet and they began to analyze it, they certainly agreed that there was a betrayal by her husband. They agreed that Fatma should return home and prepare a meal for her husband with a piece of paper on the sidewalk, a place where her husband could see her. Their goal was to see the fate of the Caliph after seeing the message, they believed the caliph's shock would provide a complete answer. They said goodbye and Fatma returned to her home. He did as he was advised by his friend. She put the paper aside from her husband's food, a place she believed her husband should see. That's what it was. While Khalifa continued to eat his dinner Fatma was sitting on the sidelines pretending to play with her mobile phone but her whole mind was waiting to start the violence. God is not Athumani, Fatma's trap answered, the Caliph saw the paper and took it and opened it, he read his writings slowly. Suddenly again in a fit of rage he turned to his estranged wife and asked her out "Who brought this paper?" Now it was Fatma's turn to insult her, she certainly did not speak but insulted her. She stood up straight and grabbed her waist, carved like a wasp, stared at her husband and then replied with a contemptuous look. "Who do you ask about your stupidity? You thought I would not realize your ignorance? You thought you would sleep at work every day without being caught eeeh… please tell me everything about your hawala " The words crossed the road in the caliph's ear drum, he felt confused after reassuring himself that his wife believed the paper came from his wife. The caliph looked at his wife who was still talking non-stop, he realized if he continued to sit there he would cause more trouble. The caliph took off his jacket from the chair after taking off his lunch hours and then left, leaving his wife to complain angrily. The act confirmed to Fatma that her husband had taken her daughter to talk about their affairs. He vented his anger over vegetables. ### ### ### "Knock Knock! Open the door, lady " A loud voice was heard in the ears of Halima who was asleep, the sound of hodi got him out of the good dreams he was having. Now that he was awake, he looked at the clock on the drawer attached to his bed, the clock showed it was very eleven-thirty in the morning. He was amazed after seeing that summer, he was left wondering to himself "Who is knocking at the door right now? What is there!" As he continued to ask himself questions he missed his answers he continued to hear the knocker knocking violently, now he knocked without rest. The act convinced Halima that the assailant believed she was still asleep. He strongly cursed to be woken up that morning but with no choice but to get out of bed, he dragged himself to the knocking door. He looked out through a special keyhole, he managed to see the number of young people, he did not get their full number but he made sure they were not less than two. Fear welled up in his heart. Most of the young men were not terrified by him, and what frightened him was that they were smoking cigarettes in large numbers. Now he felt a sense of danger ahead. He wished he hadn't opened the door but the act of the young men continuing to knock on the door aggressively added to Halima's doubts and fears. He looked again to make sure they were strange as he had seen before or his eyes deceived him. He certainly made sure they were strange, after looking at it for the second time he found the full number of those young men. He assured himself that they were three young men with very holy faces but surrounded by the smoke of cigarettes they produced themselves. The smoke polluted their atmosphere but they did not care, they felt the smell of the smoke was like the smell of expensive perfume.