Morgue Tales by Andrew Sharif
Love has always been an impossible thing for me. I don't like the atmosphere of my beloved, the relationship, and these words. My stomach hurts as soon as I hear sweet words said between a man and a woman. There was always a barrier between me and the idea of love, and as for marriage, I was leaving it to God, like it doesn't come.. it comes. I spent many years like this until suddenly I met her.. Maryam, she was an angel.. an angel walking on earth, with her kind heart and sweet soul, not to mention her thinking and her great mind that made her understand my words and search with me for solutions to my problems, the problems that I always told her about and her. She used to listen to me with love, without getting bored or bored, so I can say that the moment I knew Maryam, I knew the meaning of love, and the beauty of love itself.
Where am I?.. What kind of darkness is this?.. I was sleeping in the middle of darkness and extreme cold, and I was unable to move, as if I was bound, all my limbs were frozen. I kept calling Maryam because she was the last person there with me. I called a lot, but no one answered, but her car came. The light that illuminated the darkness once again, and suddenly I saw two people in front of me, dressed in white but stained with blood, and looking at each other with looks of complete horror. I tried to move towards them to see who they were?.. but I found them carrying something in their hands that was dripping with blood on the floor. They took it and left through a dark-colored door. Black people, and they closed the door behind them as if there was no one else in the room except them. I got up from the trolley that I was sleeping on, and at that time I discovered that I was naked. I looked around, right and left, and thank God I found something to wear. I put on the clothes I had intended. Then I started trying to find out where I was. I wish I had something to wear. I didn't know, I was.. I was in the morgue!.. and not anywhere in it.. I was in the autopsy room.. in the middle of the dead!
My story began when I met Maryam, and our chemistry started to work, to the point that my day would not pass without me hearing her voice, or speaking to her, so our relationship was a little like movie relationships, relationships that we all see and say (Uncle, this is serious), but oh, it was It's true with me and with Maryam, and the day of our engagement was the most beautiful day in my life, with Maryam.. I felt like I was living in paradise.
A week after we wore the ring, I took her home, because we had agreed to go out that day, and as usual, she took a long time to get dressed, and at that time, my mother-in-law’s teacher, Hanaa, asked me to go out and sit with her until Maryam finished. She came out and sat in the living room. We talked for a while, but then my mother-in-law’s teacher, Hanaa, started talking about a strange topic. ..and I suddenly found her asking me...
- If you had to choose between your death and my daughter’s death, which one would you choose?
I replied automatically...
- My death, of course, aunt. Do you have a single doubt in a hundred that Maryam’s life is a million times more important than my life?
She patted me with her arm and said...
- I always say that you love her and fear for her well-being, Amir, my love. That is why I was surprised that she was upset yesterday, and I told myself that it is impossible to upset her.
- Me, aunt!!.. No, no, by God, I never thought about making Maryam upset with me. There was definitely a misunderstanding or nothing. She was so happy that we would go out today, and we would go on my motorcycle as she requested, even though I don’t like her riding the motorcycle.
She hit my palm and said...
- Neither do I, my son, by God. I don’t know what she wanted to do with riding motorcycles, and if she wasn’t upset, I would have refused something like this, but I trust you that you will return it well. You are a lawful son, Amir, and I love you as much as my son who did not bring it.
- Maryam is in my eyes, aunt, don't worry.
I didn't finish my sentence and found Maryam coming out of her room. She was like an angel descending from heaven, and she was confused and we didn't think we were going to be happy. Even Hanaa's teacher, when she saw her, told her...
- Whoever sees you like this, don't say that you have been crying in the room for two days.
Maryam was speechless and looked at the ground while saying...
- Why did you tell him, Mama? I didn’t want him to know how tired he was at work.
I got up from my place, approached her, looked into her eyes, and said in a low voice...
- My love, you are tired, and if you do not share things like this with me... what will you share with me, Maryum, my moon?
She smiled shyly without replying, Ms. Hanaa broke the moment of silence and said firmly...
- Not in front of me, boys. Come on, walk so that you don’t be late in your journey. As I told you, Prince... Mary is in your eyes, and take care of the asphalt you are about to ride on.
- In my eyes, dear, she will take you back to her.
We kept joking for a while before getting out of the house, and when we got out and before he moved the machine, I was reassured that everything was fine, and I gave my helmet to her out of fear for it, but before I got into the machine, I found a person standing intentionally. The strange thing is that Maryam did not see him, because she was naturally continuing to talk to me. The person standing opposite me was smiling and saying...
- I don't think you want to continue what happened after that, especially because you are the reason... just like you and us.
I swallowed my saliva and said...
- What do you mean, am I the reason, and what happened after that?
- The incident seemed so severe for you, you forgot everything that happened.
After I finished that sentence, he disappeared, and Maryam’s voice began to rise in my heart as she asked me to get out on the motorcycle, instead of us standing there all this without moving. What is strange is that for the first time I feel that Maryam is really upset and nervous because of a certain thing, something that she is not happy to say about, and just... I didn't think that thought, I heard a voice whispering in my heart and saying...
- And you won't know her now, Amir.
I looked right and left to see who was talking to me, and as I expected, I couldn't find anyone, so I moved because of her adultery with me, and in the middle of the road I found her mobile phone ringing several times and she was not willing to answer, and she got so angry that she was going to throw the mobile phone in the street and said...
- I don't know what my mother wants from me now. We haven't spent half an hour outside.
- Just calm down, you find that she wants something important, it is not necessary that she check on you, then you don't know.. She is afraid of motorcycles, answer her and see what she wants.
She took my words and responded to me while she was fanatical...
- What are you saying? You don’t want me to be happy and to be upset with you. Get off the phone and speed up.
I refused the first time, but after a while it increased in speed. Unfortunately for us, a stroller broke on top of us and hit us, and at that time we both rolled over on the ground. The last thing I remember was Maryam swimming in her blood in front of me, and although I tried to help her, I couldn’t because my body was tickled by the incident. And suddenly I fainted.
When I woke up, I found myself sleeping inside a dark place and the weather was very cold. I tried to look around, but the place was narrow, and I heard a voice coming from afar. I lifted my neck as much as I could, but my head was stuck on something. I tried to look again and then I saw from afar two people wearing doctors’ uniforms. And I saw them in front of me, going out of the room and closing the door behind them. After they left, I crawled with my body until I reached an opening at the end of the place I was in. Then I went outside, and then I discovered that... I was in the morgue. Yes, this is the morgue. In front of me was an empty trolley with blood on it. As a precaution, there is a large refrigerator with many doors on it. I remember this shape well, because I had entered a morgue before. I felt my heart would stop. What brought me here?!.. Am I dead?.. Or am I still alive?.. I started to feel bad for my body. But everything was normal. Why did I come here? The weather was very cold. I looked for anything to wear and found nothing but a blanket thrown on an office chair, located behind the trolley. Then I ran to the door and kept knocking on it, but no one opened it. I felt myself suffocating. Although the place is spacious, it is tight. I was even more anxious, hoping that someone would open it for me, but it was no use. I sat on the ground, tears falling from my eyes, and I felt like I was seriously going to die, and suddenly I heard a voice saying...
- Don't stress yourself out because no one will hear you, you are here just like us.
I looked towards the sound, and then I saw the same person who appeared in front of the motorcycle. He was standing in front of me, but before I could say anything, he disappeared in the same way, as if he was a ghost and was chasing me. At that moment, the scene changed, and the autopsy room became a room in an old apartment, its walls were broken, and there was an annoying sound. As there is water dripping out of caution, and there were 3 men sitting on a table drinking beer, and one of them spoke and said...
- What's going on, Abu Hamid? We won't stop sitting in this makhrouba. Between you and me, someone feels like the ceiling is going to fall on him while he's sitting.
The man named Abu Hamid responded to him and said...
- Uncle, sit down and pray for the Prophet. Where do you think you are, Salah? We have found another place where we can be displaced.
"See also"
Short Story Titled 'The Morgue Worker' by Ahmed Mahmoud Sharqawi
The story of the repentant magician, Daoud Muhammad Al-Farhan, by the writer Muhammad Mhenni
- Well, whoever brings you the idea of almonds, you will have two instead of an apartment, and oh world, it could be a villa. You are lucky that the safe will remain in it for how many days.
One of them looked at Salah and said...
- Why, Abu Salah, are we going to rob a bank or what?
Salah replied, lowering his voice...
- We will steal, Baher, but not a bank.
Baher responded to him while he was nervous...
- May God bless you, my cousin. The forbidden money is nice. I will not tell you no, but sleeping on the porch is very bad and difficult, and the person has children and a vaccinated guardian at home. Or what, Ismail? Be silent like this, as if you agree to the talk.
The one whose name is Ismail lit up a cigarette, took a puff from it, and blew it in the air, before answering him...
- Take your time now, Baher. Let us see what Salah has to say to us. Maybe the interest will be served.
Salah looked at Baher and he was laughing...
- I see the balanced words, son of Khadija. You don't say a house and children. You already know how many years your children will have, and then this interest will benefit every one of us.
In the middle of the conversation that was going on between them, I saw one of them curled up on the side, and it appeared that he was drinking a cigarette from one of them, so he threw the rest of the cigarette to the side, looked at Salah with his eyes closed, and said in a sleepy voice...
- What do you say, Abu Salah? If this interest comes from two cents, it will take my brain for a week, so I will have my time.
Salah responded to him while laughing...
- For God's sake, Abu Menna, don't spread your chest too much, because I'm afraid that if you come with us, we'll forget you there in the first place.
They all laughed, then Abu Hamid said...
- I don't know if it weren't for the ruined place you were sitting in, what we would have done to you, Abu Menna, while you were still in a coma.
- Above is the truth, my cousin, and you, Bou Salah, throw away what you have in mind, and we stick to the story.
Salah took out a piece of paper from his pocket, placed it on the table in front of them, and then began to explain everything to them in detail...
- The story is that there is an association that receives donations for cancer patients, and my wife works there as a janitor, and I learned from her that it is a holiday on Thursday because the cameras are being set, and they will clear the place, meaning we will go in and out at our own pace. It will not disrupt us, but in this case, only two security personnel will be standing at the safe, and I think Would something like this be easy for you, or what, guys?
Abu Menna replied while lighting another cigarette...
- By God, my cousin, his story deserves a luxury cigarette, even if it was security, then you should be aware. You know very well what Abu Menna is up to.
Abu Hamid seemed annoyed, and he got up from the chair and did not like talking...
- What are you saying? I don’t like what is being said, and if we rely on Abu Menna for anything, we will never return in peace. No problem, Abu Menna, but we all know your mind and what comes from behind it. In my opinion, if we rely on this interest, it will be without Abu Menna. Your right is preserved, sir. It is enough for you to host us in your home.
Salah got up from the table and took two steps back to Laura, then raised both his hands and said...
- For the goodness of God, men.. We recite Al-Fatihah.
At this moment, the scene changed to another place. It was like a large apartment or a villa. I did not know exactly what it was, but in front of me I found Abu Hamid and Baher sitting on the ground, and around them were members of the police. From my position, I was able to see what was inside the building and what was outside, and I took I thought of Salah standing outside with a bag full of money, and despite the distance between us, I felt that he was standing next to me, and I heard him saying...
- Sorry, Abu Al-Bhabir, you and Abu Hamid. Forgive me, men, but work is work, and I don’t like to leave anything to chance.
After this sentence, an automatic weapon appeared from the bag in his hand, and he waited for a while until the police came out of the building with Baher and Abu Hamid, and without mercy, he shot them, killing both of them. Then he took some of it and ran away. I tried to help save them, but I was just a soul. I couldn't do anything except watch the scene that was happening in front of me. I was standing there, not knowing what to do, or even how to get out of here. But I saw the same person who appeared to me during my terrifying times, standing among the corpses. He was praying without fear, and I heard him saying...
Despite the distance between us, I felt that he was standing next to me, and I heard him say...
- Sorry, Abu Al-Bhabir, you and Abu Hamid. Forgive me, men, but work is work, and I don’t like to leave anything to chance.
After this sentence, an automatic weapon appeared from the bag in his hand, and he waited for a while until the police came out of the building with Baher and Abu Hamid, and without mercy, he shot them, killing both of them. Then he took some of it and ran away. I tried to help save them, but I was just a soul. I couldn't do anything except watch the scene that was happening in front of me. I was standing there, not knowing what to do, or even how to get out of here. But I saw the same person who appeared to me during my terrifying times, standing among the corpses. He was
He prayed without fear and I heard him say...
- This is a story from the morgue, and their soul is wandering among us now, waiting for their right to be restored after a treacherous stab that came from the people closest to them, but there is someone whose soul is wandering over a sin and is waiting for someone to cleanse him of his sin...
- What brought me here? What is the sin that made my soul wander like this?
At that moment, I felt shocked, and I thought of Mary, so I screamed and said...
- Maryam.. Where is Maryam?.. The last person who was with me before the accident was Maryam, and since then I have not seen her, and I keep seeing strange things.
Answer me calmly, let my blood boil...
- I asked all the questions, except for the only question you are supposed to ask: Are you alive or dead?... Is everything you see real or just a dream, living in a coma?... And Mary, is this Mary real or is it just your imagination?... In general, don’t be afraid, and it’s close. Oh, you will know the truth.
With a quick step, I moved towards him and tried to catch him while saying out loud...
-Who are you?..and what do you want from me?
The moment I asked this question, the whole place changed, and I found myself in a spacious apartment, with all the furniture new. It was clear from the general appearance in front of me that the owner of the apartment was a person who was financially comfortable. In the middle of my life, I was exploring the place and was amazed by the view I intended. I heard someone’s voice speaking. I walked behind a source. The sound, until I reached a room with the door open, I entered inside and then I saw a child of about 12 years old sitting on the bed holding a mobile phone in his hand, and I noticed that he was talking to himself in a low voice and saying...
- So if I call him now, will he answer me?... Or will he be busy every time?... It won’t make any difference, I will call him and that’s it.
The child finished talking to himself and called someone. The second ring, the person answered him, and before the child could speak and ask for what he needed, the person interrupted him and said in a voice that showed he was extremely tired...
- Sorry, Adam, my love, I am at work and I am busy as you know, so if you need anything, it is necessary to tell me. Other than that, I hope we postpone the conversation until I get back to you.
Adam replied to him while he was upset..
- But, Dad, I... I feel that I am very tired, and you are busy all the time.
- Sorry, my love, what should I do? The work is a lot and I can’t take vacations at all, but I promise you that I will try to ask permission and come to you.
The father closed the door before he even heard his son’s response to his words. As for Adam, he pulled the blanket from under his legs and covered his body and head. Then the scene changed again, and I found myself standing in the same house, but this time in the hall, and I heard the sound of someone opening the door, and here was the surprise. I saw in front of me the same person that I see in the morgue! He was the one who was standing in front of me now and was coming towards me, but he turned away from me as if I was a ghost and walked to the room I had been in for a while, Adam’s room. Then he opened the door very quietly and entered the room and looked at Adam. From afar, he found him sleeping. He turned off the light and the door and went out of the room, and I heard him saying to himself...
- Why is the boy okay? There is nothing wrong with him. Why does he have workers who harass me? He made me leave what I had in my hands and come back early.
I was surprised by his behavior, and I looked at him until he entered his room and locked the door on him. At that time, I walked towards Adam’s room and opened the door. I found him still awake. I approached him and then I saw tears in his eyes, and from the sadness that he felt, he said...
- Why didn't he ask about me? He didn't even go into the room to check on me and see my money. I am not his son, and this job is not more important to him than I am to him.
I was standing silently watching him, not knowing what to say, but I wanted to hug him, but unfortunately, as every time, the scene changed in an instant.
This time I was in the same room, and what was new was that Adam was awake and sitting on the bed. He was holding his stomach and was in pain. I found him holding his mobile phone and he was hesitating. He almost wanted to call his father. I approached him and felt myself wanting to talk to him and tell him to call him. This is your father and you have the right to him. He stays by your side when you're tired, but I couldn't say anything to him. As for Adam, the pain was too much for him, and at that time he made the decision and called his father, and the first thing he answered, Adam said in a weak voice...
- Come on, dad, I'm very tired.. so come on now and pay my debt to the doctor.
His father responded to him in a tone of concern and fear...
- What's wrong with your voice, my love? You weren't doing well. What happened to you?
- My stomach is in pain and I cannot move from my place.
- Don't worry.. I'm just a short distance away and I'll be there for you. The important thing is that you hold yourself together and man up like this, your father is coming to you.
- Hurry, Dad, I can't take it any longer.
In the blink of an eye, I found myself in my father’s office. He was holding the mobile phone and talking to Adam while he was terrified. As soon as he closed the door, one of the employees who was with him in the office said to him...
- What, Hussein, what's wrong with you? Why were you kidnapped like this?
Hussein responded nervously as he stood up from his place...
- Adam is very tired and I have to go now, and if anyone asks about me, tell them, as I told you, I don't have time to get permission.
At this moment, the scene changed a third time. I was standing in the room and Adam was holding his stomach, unable to move, but the spirit responded to him. As soon as he heard the door of the apartment opening, he got up from his place with difficulty, and continued to support everything he encountered with his left hand until he came outside, and it was a shock when Adam found three armed thieves entering the apartment, stealing the apartment. Mubraq stood there for a few seconds, and then said in a childish voice...
- Who are you?
Unfortunately, the response that arrived was not the response that Adam was waiting for. A bullet came out of one of the three pistols and settled in Adam’s chest. Adam fell to the ground screaming in pain. Then the three ran inside, and one of them stepped down and looked at him before entering after the other two. I ran to Adam and tried to touch him, but it was of no use. I felt like my heart would be torn from its place. I wanted to catch up with him, and I wanted to grab his mobile phone and call his father. Adam couldn’t die. I could see him in front of me as he went up in spirit. I didn’t know why his father was so late? They were turning in the room, I looked at the door and was waiting for it to open at any moment, and finally it opened, and the father arrived, and the first time he entered and saw Adam lying on the ground, he ran to him and took him in his lap...
- Adam, my love, what happened?
Adam looked at him with a face full of love and said in a weak voice...
- Dad.. I.. I.. I love you so much.
I could see tears falling down the father's cheek, whose eyes had not been removed from Adam's for a single second, and I heard him say with tears...
- I love you very much, Adam.. Get up, my love.. Get up, let's go to the doctor.. Adam.. Get up, Adam.. for my sake, get up, believe me, I will never leave you again.. and I will stay by your side, I won't be late at work until the night.. Adam, you Listen to me.. Get up, Adam.. Adam.. No.. No, for my sake, don’t leave me alone, I have no one but you.
Unfortunately, Adam died, and all the words he said will not bring him back, and at that moment I heard a loud thumping sound coming from inside, and at that time the father raised his head and looked towards the sound, then Adam’s head returned to the ground quietly, before he got up with signs of anger on his face and entered the room, but Not a few seconds later, I heard the sound of gunfire, and then I saw the three of them running out of the room. When they reached the door of the apartment, they ran away and locked the door behind them. I walked with heavy steps to the door of the room, and the first time I stood at the door, I saw it. It was lying on the ground, with blood everywhere around it. He tried to crawl on his stomach to the door of the room, and he only said one word, “Adam,” which was the last word he said before he died.
The scene changed again, and this time I returned to the morgue again, and I found Hussein standing in front of me, with sadness evident in his eyes. I ran at him, staring at him angrily...
- How?.. How could you leave your son alone if he found him like this?.. I can’t imagine that you were able to do this to him.. How did you have a heart?
- Because I was stupid.. I thought that my son would be a reliable man, and that all he was doing at first was just petting, but when he became very tired, I immediately called him. My heart could not bear to hear his tired voice for one moment, but after what?
I laughed sarcastically when I said...
- We are like this, the need must go from our hands in order for us to begin to excel and feel our value. You could have done everything you told him while he was alive. He did not have to be struck by fire and die in your hands because you gave him some of your time and remained beside him. He did not have to die because when he got tired you felt it.
- The issue is not the same as you thought.. An hour ago, Nancy, my wife died, and my life was in chaos. I was not able to reconcile everything, and all the responsibility was placed on me. I fell short and I admit it, but he was angry with me. If I sat next to him, I would not be able to eat him the best. I dress him in the best clothes and teach him the best things, and at the same time I was unable to balance my work and home, but give me the idea that ever since what happened, I have been living with guilt, and I regret every moment I spent away from him.
- Guilt.. You said that guilt is what brings you here.. Ahmed and Baher’s sin, and I knew it, and yours also knew it, but what is my fault?.. Why am I here?.. The last thing I remember was the accident, and after that I found myself here. In the middle of your conversations, and you are not willing to explain anything to me, and Maryam.. Where is Maryam?.. Since the moment I came here, I have not found her, she is Maryam....
- She died, but that's not what's important, and that's not the reason why you're standing with me until now, because that's why you'll live here with us. If you want to see her, the only condition for you to see her is that you die like her.
I was still going to interrupt him when I was angry, but he stopped me and continued talking...
- I know what you are going to say because it is an obvious question... The reason behind you being able to see me and my story is that you made the choice to give up your soul and come see all of us and continue our story, and most important of all is to see your beloved, oh so.. Oh, your end will end, and the doctors will find out. the truth.
- Of course I am dreaming, and everything that is happening is not real. These are my dreams. Sometimes they are a little strange.
- No, this is not a dream, Amir, and what links you between us is your feeling of guilt over Maryam’s death, because you know very well that she would still be alive if you had not heard her words, and now the decision is in your hands, not in the hands of anyone else. You will continue your life with her sin, and do not hold this scalpel and continue. It was with her that I started.
Hussein Adani took a scalpel from the autopsy table, and when I took it from him, I thought about what would happen next, and whether I would use it, or find my way somewhere else. At this moment, my feeling of guilt increased. I was afraid of my mother-in-law’s reaction after she found out that her daughter had died, and in At the same time, I was afraid of the feeling that I would never see Maryam again, and she is the only sweet thing in my life, especially since my family died and she was all my family. And in the middle of my thoughts, I woke up to the sound of Hussein’s laughter. I looked at him in surprise and felt as if he was listening to what was going on inside me now...
- Your problem, Amir, is that you were defeated, and you placed the hope you had in Maryam, and that she is the person who deserves for you to be by her side, but you do not know the secrets of the matter.
As soon as Hussein finished his sentence, I found that the place in the morgue had changed, and the scalpel had disappeared from my hands, and I was left standing in the house of Maryam, who was in front of me and holding her mobile phone, with tears falling from her eyes, as if a disaster had happened, so I approached her and tried to check on her, but I I was just a specter hovering around her, and this scene was repeating in front of me, and without bothering to ask, I found her opening a voice on the mobile, and the one who was talking to a man was saying...
- It's nothing, Maryam. You ran after me a lot to improve your general appearance, but neither you nor your family can appreciate me, and even the half-hearted boy you proposed to in order to spite me, forget that it bothers me. Your game has become exposed, and your cheap style has become clearer than the light of the sun, because So don't pray for me again, and the favor they will do to you is that I won't say anything to your fiancé about what you have drawn in your imagination, and I will leave you to be happy with him for a while, until he discovers the truth about you himself.
After the record was finished, Maryam was standing in shock, and tears were falling from her eyes as she looked at the mobile phone and turned in it. After a few minutes, she wiped away her tears and took a deep breath before raising the mobile phone to her heart, and said with a fake smile, “I always believed her...
- Amir, my love, what are you saying? I'm a little bored. We won't go out tomorrow and go anywhere by motorcycle. I want to have fun with him, then we'll go to the place I love.
And of course, like an idiot, I responded to her eagerly...
- Of course, my love, tomorrow I will finish work and come to you, but I will find you ready so we can move on.. I don’t have to wait two hours like every time.
Today passed in the blink of an eye, and the next day I found her coming out of her room in shock, and then everything that happened that night was repeated as I told you in the beginning, then the scene changed and I returned to the morgue again among the corpses, and the scalpel was still in my hand, and I had no choice but to make my final decision. Without thinking, I kept looking for the refrigerator that Maryam was in, until I found her without effort, because it was the only refrigerator that was open in front of me. I approached it slowly, until her corpse remained in my bed. Her eyes were closed, and the smell of death was wafting from her. I put the scalpel on it. Her neck, and I thought for a minute that I would walk up to him and slaughter her, but why?.. Why would I waste my future because of a traitorous person like this?.. This is how she took her reward in this world and may God protect me from her evil, and she will still receive her reward in the afterlife, but as for me, God has granted me a new life, it is not possible. I would never waste it on someone like this..
I turned around and found Hussein standing in the corner of the room, praying and shaking his brain as if he was confirming my decision. After a few seconds, he disappeared. I tried to gather my strength and looked for anything that would help me get out of here. There was nothing in front of me except that I was screaming loudly so that someone could hear me, and after a while I was unable to determine. Exactly, the door of the morgue opened, amidst the astonishment and terror of the doctors. They thought I was a ghost, but after that I knew.
Maryam died in the accident, but I was still in spirit, and I was in a slight coma... but unfortunately, due to a medical error, they thought I had died and took me to the morgue with Maryam, and due to coincidence, the doctor opened the door of the refrigerator I was in and forgot it was open, and so I was able to get out of the refrigerator. But this mistake revealed many things to me, and the night I spent in the morgue made me review my accounts of things that I had not thought about, but my only wish will remain that I never enter this place again in my life. As for Hussein, he used to appear to me every now and then to check on me, and say to me a phrase that has been repeated often in my life. And my world...
- I am waiting for you, Amir.