جوزي مابيخلفش ومفهمني العيـ ـب مني !!قصص واقعية حكايات مسموعه قصص حقيقه

My name is Nada and I am 26 years old. I was married to a person with a very strong personality. He is 12 years older than me. We got married for a year, but after the marriage there was still love and marriage, but unfortunately we were not afraid of children. I mean, God did not give you a monkey for a reason that exists in me. Of course, I made many strong offers to him that he would get married, but he always refused and was not completely satisfied. He always told me that if I had a share, I would leave you, but of course after that. Four years of life started to get boring, especially since we were always alone, neither a child nor a family to live with or anything, because we were living in a rented apartment, and of course outside the family home from the beginning of the marriage, and my husband would go to work and come back after sunset, and I would feel bored all day long and finish what I had in the apartment quickly, like cleaning , cooking, and all these things. I spend the whole day alone, bored a little, watching the TV a little, and a little while I open the Internet until my husband of course comes back, and I seriously want to tell you that I feel that my life has become very boring, everything in it has become boring, even the taste of the relationship between me and my husband has no longer any taste at all, and with time I remained without his will and without pleasure at all like the first, and I felt that we remained exactly like strangers because of course. There is nothing new in my life. I asked my husband if I should go out and work, why do you work in the first place? I surrendered my affairs to God and got upset and went back to the situation as it was. No, on the contrary, it was also getting more and more boring. One day, my neighbor knocked on the door of the apartment. My neighbor who told me in the apartment next to me said to me, “I beg your pardon, but come over for a while and you will help me, but with washing the blankets, they are already weighing heavily on me.” I told her A little while ago, but I will wear something and I will come to you, and I actually went in and put on some clothes, meaning I would take my comfort in it with her in the laundry, and so on to help her, and we started talking about our lives, and frankly, I felt very comfortable with her. I felt that she became my friend, my only friend who stayed with her every day all day, because she also has her husband on a trip, and he only comes back for two days every month. I mean, I felt that she was exactly like my situations, but the difference is between me and her. She explained that she was divorced, she had a four-year-old daughter with her. The important thing is that she and I continued to talk to each other, and it made it very easy for me. It changed the boredom I was in, frankly. One day I was sitting there and I heard workers banging on the door of her room, and there was a man’s voice inside. I said to her, “What is this sound? Is your husband here or not?” She told me, “No.” I told her, “Amal, who is inside the one who is talking?” She told me, “This is my son.” I said to her. Is it your son? You have children other than this girl. She said to me, “Oh, of course.” This is between her and Abdullah. My son is 12 years old. I said to her, “12 years old.” That means, God willing, you have a son at that age. She said to me, “Oh, of course.” I told her, but I have never seen him. Why did she tell me because he doesn’t come out at all when he is sick? He comes out of this room. I tell her, “How is he sick and sick?” She saw him at all and she told me that he has a mental retardation and I won't let him leave at all because he doesn't cause problems. He also goes out and wastes the apartment for me. And so I said to her, "Okay, can I see him?" She said to me, "Yes, of course. Just wait. I will prepare you a cup of tea first, and we will go in together and you will see him." Indeed, after I prepared the tea and entered, she called him and I entered and saw him. Glory be to God. The sweet man is not complete at all. A very handsome young man and very very beautiful, but there is no luck in that. The world is unfortunately, of course, I saw him and I said to her, but he seems calm, strong and good, why do you lock him up? He looks very calm. She told me no, he was very nervous until a few months ago, he was upset with the world, and he did strange things. When I asked his psychiatrist, he told me that this was his puberty period, and it had to be like this, so try to lock him up so that he wouldn’t do anything wrong, but since then, I felt that he was doing things wrong. I started to close up on him until he calmed down a little, but time came and he would renew his problem. I told her what he was doing, so she said to me, “No, that’s okay, these are household secrets.” Then I told her, “Oh, okay, that’s it,” and of course she laughed and that’s it, and that’s it, and I walked away, but my relationship with her remained very, very beautiful, and it was difficult for me to stay away from her, because she was the one who got me out of the boredom I was in, and my husband started telling me, “I see you.” I'm happy these days with your neighbor. I told him, frankly, that it's better for me to have a nice neighbor than boredom. He said to me, "Take your time. It's like this. These people are good people, and they've been in this situation for a long time." And I also started talking to my husband about what they have and about her sick son. And that's it, we're one, we're a family together, and my neighbor started untying the rope for her son little by little. He means he'll leave the apartment and stay with us. And I felt that he was very quiet and he started entering my apartment and he wasn't talking at all. He was sitting and looking around like he was still a newborn, looking in all directions like that. One day my husband was sitting with us and my husband was drinking cigarettes and he wanted to smoke a cigarette, and that's why this young man started snatching it from him and started doing exactly like my husband and we didn't know how to take it from him at all, but my husband told me to leave it at ease. He didn't even know it. He would take it and not be able to drink it at all, and I actually found him playing with it, but I felt that he started to love us and he seemed to come with us all day and sit in the living room with us. I mean, we would turn on the TV and I would leave him to sit and watch for a while, and I would go and sit with his mother for a while. I mean, one day he was sitting in the living room and I left him and went to sit with his mother. We sat for a long time when I returned to my apartment to see him to get him. I mean, in their second apartment He was having lunch, and then I entered my apartment and looked at him in the hall. I did not find him. I did not find him at all. I started to call him and say to him, Abdullah, where are you? But I was hearing a strange, strong sound, the sound of someone being used quietly, and this sound was coming from my bedroom. I approached the door in comfort and still opened the door, and was surprised by him thrown on the floor. I found him sleeping on the floor and the door of my closet was lying on it. Honestly, how did he fall on him? The important thing is that I ran to him and lifted the door off him and said to him, “What brought you here?” and he didn’t even speak, but of course I saved him , took him, washed his face, fixed his clothes, and took him straight to their apartment, and I told his mother about what happened. She laughed like that and said to me, “I’m not telling you, I’m not telling you that hours of things like this will come to him, and he will get into a state that wastes the whole apartment.” That's why I'm locking him up, and I'm also telling you about something like this. God loves you. He got stuck on the closet door, and if he hadn't fallen on it, it would have been his time now. Everything inside the apartment was ruined for you, and of course she said this to me while she was laughing. I told her, "No, my lady, that's normal. I was afraid for him, but nothing more." She told me, "After that day, I haven't come out of his room again." I told her, "No, no, that's normal. Why do you leave it like that?" His comfort is that he is used to me having him come and do that, and actually the second day I entered her and asked her about him, she said to me, “ I am talking about him.” I said to her, “Why like that, why, why let him go out,” and of course he heard my voice that I was talking to his mother, and he started knocking on the door and wanted to go out. We laughed hard, and I said to her, “I saw that, my lady, the boy seemed to know you from your voice.” I said to her, “OK, bring me this key, and don’t be unfair to the boy.” He let him take his time. I loved that he was ruining my apartment, and I still opened the door for him while he was standing behind him. The first time he saw me, he started grabbing me and wanted to hug me as if he had years to spare and had not seen me. Of course, I was surprised by his behavior and I started to hug him and I was very happy with him. I was very happy when I felt that he was getting used to me like this and he loved me and we sat like every day. My neighbor and I would sit and talk while he was stuck to me all the time. As if I was his loving mother, I did not move from the side until my husband came back a little later than usual, and I found him calling for me while I was at my neighbor’s house. I quickly went out to ask what happened. The one who came back early told me that there was no problem at work, and that was it. I said I would go better, and of course I was talking to my husband outside, and I heard Abdullah making such a harsh voice, violently, as if he wanted to go out after me. And his mother, of course, was holding him and holding him tightly so that he would not leave after me, but suddenly I found him behind my back. I laughed like that and told my husband to see Abdullah, not as if I was the one who was his mother. My husband laughed and said to me, “Leave it alone. I will go into our apartment and change my clothes until you prepare food for me, and I won’t tell you that I am not hungry. Come and make me some tea and that’s it. Of course, I went in and found Abdullah inside with me and I didn’t.” He wants to leave me at all. I made tea and entered the kitchen, and Abdullah was still clinging to me. My husband continued to laugh hard at the sight he was seeing. He told me , “Okay, it is your share, Abdullah.” Of course, I laughed and told him to believe it. By God, he is a pure honey boy. He is very sensitive and sensitive, and he has feelings that you do not have at all. You are like men, and we preferred to laugh, my husband and I. My husband laughed and told me, “Okay, be satisfied with him.” His mother came because he had come to some extent. She got upset and continued to vote loudly. My husband said to her, “No, no, let him stay with us for a while, and he will leave, my lady, leave him alone.” His mother told us, “If you want to rest for a while or anything, be at your ease.” My husband responded and said to her, “No, no, let him stay for a while.” In fact, he remained sitting, but I don’t know how to do anything about him. Everywhere I go, he comes after me in the apartment. A worker is so suspicious that my husband is coming. And he said to me, "Come with me in the room. I want you, of course." I laughed and understood what he wanted. I told him, "I don't see what Abdullah is doing to me." He told me, "It's okay. Forget about him." He means he understands what we are doing. I told him, "It's not like that. The problem is that if I enter, he will enter after me. You don't see yourself." He told me, "Oh, you see. But come on like that. Try it and take it easy." And go in and wait. I said to my husband, be patient a little. Okay, I will try it. Of course, I tried and failed in the first attempt. I found him behind me with complete confidence. He was with me all the time and he would not leave me. I said to my husband, “What will I tell you? It won’t work.” Then, I was embarrassed to call his mother and she would come and take him. She would immediately understand that something was wrong and I was of course shy. Don’t be embarrassed. He told me, “Don’t call my mother or anything, my daughter.” This is in the world. Again, completely, and of course, I am embarrassed and disgusted at the same time, and I laugh at Abdullah and what he is doing to me, and I say to him, “You must have gone crazy.” I tell you, “I am embarrassed by what we are going to do. ” The important thing is that my husband insists on asking for his rights, but I am of course ashamed of Abdullah, who sticks up to me everywhere. Every time I walk, he walks behind me. My husband said to me, “What should I tell you? Make your brain bigger than him. He completely understands what we are doing.” Yes, I said to him, yes, of course he is mentally ill, yes, but he is young and not young, he will definitely feel and understand. He told me that even if he understands, he is talking at all because you are afraid of him. Of course, I changed my clothes while I was completely covered, and I still went out of my clothes to sleep. I told him, “No, no, no, the boy was looking at us and he seemed to understand.” He told me, “Forget about him, Tanshi and Doub.” I reached the bed and found Abdullah, sitting next to my husband, and I told him, “Let me watch.” My husband started telling me, Okay, come to the other side next to me , and of course I still smelled, and Abdullah went down there and beat me. I thought he was hitting me. I thought he was hitting me, and I was... With a strong laugh, I started to run away from them because of so much laughter, I found my husband coming up behind me and started hitting him, and I found his face completely red. He said to me, “I have to divorce, I am not sleeping at all,” and I told him, “It’s better, I will bring you Abdullah every time so that you can be upset.” He said to me, “Come on, go, you and your Abdullah. This is the one who doesn’t know at all. He told us where all this is happening, and Abdullah is with me. He doesn’t want to leave me alone. ” Abdullah came to call him and entered my place and said to me, “Come on, because Abdullah will sleep.” Of course he refused as usual. I told her, “Okay, wait. I will come to your apartment so that he will be willing to come with me.” I actually entered their apartment and sat until he fell asleep and escaped from him in good health. When I returned to my apartment, I found my husband looking like he was getting some coffee. I sat for a while, thinking and saying to myself, is it possible that Abdullah is sick? Oh, if only he was sick. There was no sane man who was as beautiful, handsome, and a little affectionate. My husband came back and I felt upset, and I told him, “You will be upset with his presence. If you are upset with his presence again, nothing at all.” He said to me, “No, it is.” I will sit down from work every day. This is just a day. But the problem is that I will not be able to take a rest or tell you that it is okay. He is not bothering me about anything. The important thing is that two weeks and two days behind each other. I was dreaming. I am carrying a child and his breastfeeding , and I wake up the next day. This dream is recurring until I said, “What should I say to my husband?” Then I was afraid that he would be upset because he told me not to talk about the affair. It is my fault, and it is all God’s business. But of course, this dream started to haunt me very strongly, so I told my husband, “No, no, of course, this is your subconscious mind, but because you are always thinking about the affair,” and I told him, “No, I actually forgot about this issue a long time ago.” I don't know , I still have this same dream, that the doctor is standing next to me and holding a baby and telling me to take a breastfeed while I take him and breastfeed him, and I'm really his mother. Tanshi Tanshi said to me, "This is just a thought, but of course, after a few days, this dream escaped me for a long time and for this long time, and as usual every day I wake up and break my husband's breakfast, tidy up the apartment, and go into my neighbor's to see Abdullah and I begin to care." With his clothes and diet, I became more important to him than his mother. Even his mother felt that she no longer cared for him like that, especially as long as I was around. He started going out and entering my apartment as usual, sitting and watching TV. After a while, this dream started to appear to me again. The same dream here. I started to worry and said to my husband, “No, this dream is recurring for me all the time. This dream has something in it. I’m going crazy. What do you think? Should I go?” Reveal again, maybe something has changed. He said to me, “Look, since you are determined, I will tell you to keep the secret and put you at ease, and I will also be at ease, and I will put my conscience at ease. I told him, ‘Tell me what.’ He said to me, ‘My lady, you are 100% healthy. The tests are all fine, which you did seven years ago, and I am the one who is flawed, but I wanted to hide it from you because I love you and I don’t want you to be destroyed.’ I told him that’s why all I tell you is ‘get married.’” To me, no, that does not mean that you know that you are sterile. He said to me, “Yes, of course,” but now you have the freedom to choose in your life, and he still tells me if he wants you to stay away from me. I told him, “No, no, it is impossible for me to live without you, and you know that well.” But you knew me, and you, of course, have the whole world. Suddenly I found Abdullah coming down and knocking on the door of the apartment to open it for him. I opened it for him and he entered and sat somewhere, sitting while we sat. My husband and I are still discussing our issue, and I say to my husband: Ok, what's the problem? We can't go to a second, third, or fourth doctor. Nothing is impossible. What will happen? He told me, without saying anything, I have been following him for a long time, but the last time the doctor told me, Okay, there's no hope. Okay, there's no hope for the successor. I told him it's normal and it does n't matter that you're in the whole world. He told me that you're the one who looks at Abdullah like that. I said to him, “By God, all of God’s command is to thank God for it and to thank God for everything.” He said to me, “Okay, I have a solution, a sweet, strong solution as well.” And I saw him, of course, looking at Abdullah. Of course, I started to worry about his looks at the boy. I said to him, “What is this solution?” He remained, God willing . He told me, “It is with us and it is very easy.” I told him, “Explain more, explain more. Are you talking in riddles or what?” He said to me, “Look, I will tell you, of course, if you are lost.” He wanted to get pregnant and become a mother. This opportunity would not be compensated, and of course he looked again at Abdullah. I told him, “No, what do you mean? Explain your words better.” He told me, “The story is easy and understandable.” Abdullah is mentally retarded. He will not understand or know anything. Of course, I understood that he was thinking about it, so I said to him, “No, if you are thinking like that, then you are absolutely crazy.” I told him, “Uncle, you are continuing with the treatment and doctors, and if there is a share, it will be fine, even if it is not.” Is there any share? This is God's command. I found him to be so angry with me and he said to me, "Oh, I told you that I have been working with doctors for a long time and there is no hope at all. I told him, that's it, that's not necessary. I don't want children. I want you. You're enough for me. He said to me, 'No, this is an opportunity,' as if we had adopted an orphan from the shelter. At least this will be from you, and he won't be like an orphan. I told him, 'No, no, this is a very big conversation.'" Honestly, I fear God. He told me where it is if you feel God and get angry. I told him this would be adultery. What do I want more than that? He said to me, “You don’t have the right to agree to that.” I said to him, “No, no,” and of course I went . Abdullah grabbed him by the hand and dragged him and led him to their apartment. I came back and found my husband disgusted and a strong fanatic. He spent the whole day being fanatical toward me, and every day began weighing on my brain regarding this issue. He told me this whole story. It will be a secret, and this is the birth of an opportunity. You will not make up for me and your bearing a child. Write him in my name, and he will be of your flesh, and I agree with that. Of course, I found him determined to say this. I told him, okay, okay, but not everything in which you make a hasty decision. This matter needs strong, deep thinking, because seriously, this mistake will be the end of us. This is a mentally ill family. It is not easy. I mean, he told me that this is the best thing because he is sick. Psychologically, I mean, he will not understand anything or know anything. I told him, “Okay, what are people going to say?” He said to me, “And we don’t care about people. This is God’s command.” I mean, no one will feel a need. They will say, “May God be pleased with them after a few years,” and that’s it. I told him, Okay, let’s take a chance to think, and after a few days we will keep repeating, and of course, after a few days, I continued to think a lot, and I was very confused about this topic, and I was also afraid because It is forbidden and it will not continue, but of course my husband’s pressure on me made me pave the way for him and I started interacting with him positively. I found my husband telling me, “He is the boy with you today. Think, think, stay at your ease and see what you will do.” I told him, “I am afraid.” He told me, “I am afraid of what.” That’s it. We said, “There is no fear.” I told him, “No, I am afraid of the same situation and I will do it.” He told me, “Look, I will take it.” Tomorrow he took leave from work, and now you and Abdullah are gone. I told him, “What is this? I need a brain too.” Abdullah said to me, “Leave everything on me, and I, God willing, will arrange everything for you.” A week after a week, I found Abdullah’s mother one day, telling me, “Look, my husband has a work trip, and he has one in Sharm El-Sheikh,” and he tells me that if he takes me with him, he will take me with him. And the girl at all, so we can change the atmosphere, and so on, until the end of the work period means maybe two weeks, for example. I mean, honestly, I said to see our neighbor’s first response, and of course she wanted to leave Abdullah with me, and of course you know that it is difficult for me, of course, that I take Abdullah with me, she is the designer, and it is difficult to leave him alone and he is used to you, so I said that I will leave him with you and leave you the key to the apartment as well so that you can take care of him. During this period, even if there was nothing bothering you, of course, I said to her, “My lady, if it is okay for Abdullah, look, when will you go when I am here?” She said to me, “Maybe tomorrow, God willing, we will walk at night.” I told her, okay, there is no problem. Of course, when my husband came back and I told him what happened, I found him very happy and said to me, “But this is the opportunity.” I said to him, “What a chance?” I didn’t tell you that he had lost his feeling at all. I understand. He said to me, “What’s wrong with you?” They just let them travel, and the rest is on me , and they actually traveled and left Abdullah. The next day, I found my husband telling me, “I took a week off and I will stay with you.” And here is the issue. I kept telling him, “You are still determined to do so, despite what I told you.” He said to me, “Why don’t you just invite me to make tea for Abdullah and come?” and I went in and made tea and put the tea in front of them, and I found my husband taking a rivet out of his pocket and breaking it. With her hand to Abdullah, I said to him, “ What are you doing and what is this rivet?” He said to me, “Be quiet, this will make him feel uncomfortable.” Exactly half an hour later, get up. You are still preparing yourself. I told him, “Prepare yourself.” I mean, are you bringing a groom or what? And I started laughing. The important thing is that my husband divided this rivet and took half, and he gave Abdullah the second half , and of course my husband started interacting with him, the pain of the comb, which is his cheek, and of course we made a relationship. Together, it's normal, and after a while he said to me, come on, Abdullah is like that, he's definitely ready. Let's try with him. This is our chance, my daughter, to at least make him a child of your own flesh. I started to feel very depressed and I told him, "Okay, can you get me some sleeping pills?" I'm honestly terrified and very depressed. He said to me, "You have to freeze your heart, and this is our chance." And of course, my husband went out to get Abdullah from the hall. I saw the look of Abdullah after that stimulant, and it happened to me. Like this, how can I do this? Last time, I was trying with him in the absence of my husband, and he did not feel any of these things. And now, in the presence of my husband, he is doing this. I said to my husband, “No, no, I am embarrassed by you, may God protect you.” He said to me, “Okay, I will go out for a while, and then this is the last minute, and that’s it, and we will get what we are dreaming of from him.” I told him, “Okay, go out,” and he actually went out, and my heart seemed to freeze for a little bit. This issue, and of course, we had a relationship, even though the boy was psychologically ill, he did not know anything about the relationship, but everything was up to me. What was strange was that he stayed for more than an hour, to the point that my husband got angry and said to me, “Is this all reasonable?” I told him, “I don’t know. I did what I had to do and it’s over, but the stimulant that you put on is almost the reason for this delay.” He told me, “No, no, go ahead, go ahead, but it will happen.” Now, after a while, it was over. What happened happened. I said to my husband, “It’s over. You should rest for a while.” When we see what happens, are you true or not? Of course, it took us almost a full week like this, to the point that I started to suffocate from this issue, and my husband started to go back to work. Abdullah’s mother also came back, and the big problem remained that I started to feel embarrassed by Abdullah’s actions. He started getting used to me sleeping in my apartment. To a strange degree, he seemed to let his mother sit with me and pull me by my clothes and want to take my clothes off. Good health, and his mother hit him, and frankly I started telling her, “Leave it, leave it. There is no reason for her to let him tell me, ‘No, no, he should be locked up.’ I don’t see what he is doing. I told her, ‘Sorry, leave him alone. He is also unconscious and sick,’ but Abdullah increased his actions to the point that I I used to stay in my apartment so that he wouldn't do anything in front of his mother, nor would anyone feel anything, and he was trying to be... He does something strange. I was just helping him with this, so of course we can have a relationship with each other and I can reach what I want. Until I started to feel pregnant, and here I said to my husband, let me know. I took a pregnancy test and it came out positive. What should we do? He told me nothing. We didn’t agree from the beginning. You are two months too. Let your family know that God has blessed you and my pregnancy. Indeed, the pregnancy began to appear more and more on me, and everyone began to know and bless me, but I stayed. In Abdullah's predicament, he became addicted to these things. He was in a relationship with me, and of course my husband started to change his mind strongly. He started to change this issue, but I was hiding from him and telling him, "No, no, he doesn't do anything." And of course he got used to me every day, and of course my husband was staying at work, but that day, the day came, and Abdullah approached me as usual. I mean, what was strange was that I found myself responding to Abdullah and saying to him, "Okay." He came inside on the basis that I meant to deliver it to me. He wanted, as usual, I found him. He went to poison me and locked the door of the apartment inside and then came back to me and I was shocked by all of this. This is the first time he knew that there was a door and an apartment and a lock. How did all this happen? He seemed to be dealing with me as if he was a man who was not missing anything. All this while I was not in my condition and I did not understand what was happening. And of course that day he finished and went into the bathroom and washed himself by himself and I was all... I am surprised. I mean, how did I come back? I said, for example, that I might get used to him seeing me, for example, locking the door of the apartment or washing his clothes or something. He liked, for example, that he was doing my uniform, but I felt himself at that moment. She was not saying that this man was mentally ill or anything. No, no. This was better than any man in the world. He was a complete and complete man. I have been back for a long time, and Abdullah, as he is, wants this same thing and does it with me. Of course, I got more worried and said to my husband. I said to my husband, “What do you think that we are looking at an apartment in another area that we live in so that we can get out of this Goddamn issue?” And frankly, I am afraid that something like this or that will happen after the birth. He said to me, “Why didn’t we say don’t be afraid? This is a retarded family, and if something reasonable happens, someone would believe that.” All of these actions. One person means crazy, and I told him no. It’s not a story that he understands the story. It’s a story that he understands the story. Since then, nothing has happened between us, and every day he keeps wanting something to do with me. It's like I'm used to this or what. He exposes me. And of course, while you're at work, he does a lot of things to me. Strong like that means he gets close to me and keeps wanting to do something with me. He said to me, "Okay, why didn't you know me like that from the beginning? We were done. We got rid of him and were comfortable. I told him no, we won't get rid of him." You're crazy. I told him no. We want to continue our lives happily without what you are saying. We want an apartment and salvation in an area other than this, and we invent any excuse and that's it, and we say that we were transferred to follow your work so that we can forget the issue of God's mercy. And if he wants, it means that we live in our comfort. He said to me, Okay, I will see what the world is in and I will know you. And everything we agreed on happened, but something happened that neither came to mind nor to mind. It turned out to be a nightmare, with no escape or escape. We discovered something very terrifying, not in dreams of course, after I agreed with my husband that we should move from this apartment and go to another area after a week. In fact, my husband told me that I found an apartment in an area close to work, and prepare yourself for the possibility of the end of this month. I actually started preparing myself, but all this time, Abdullah has been with me and does not want to stay away. For a moment, and as usual, I get used to him doing something to me once or twice a day without, of course, I don’t know my husband, and I say, “ It’s not a problem.” That’s it, that’s it, and we’ll walk. We’ll walk from here. And I came a week before I moved. I opened this transfer conversation with my neighbor, who of course was very saddened by the news of this transfer and being far away from her, but I tried to understand her that this is a new apartment and it follows my husband’s job, and it will save us a lot, but all I saw in Her eyes said that she was telling me that Abdullah is getting used to you so much that he might be psychologically exhausted. I said to her that I understand what you want to say, but don’t be too close to me and try to get closer to him. He will get used to you and you are his mother. I mean, it won’t be easy for you. She said to me, “I will try,” but he stayed with him for a few days. His condition changed from the beginning. I felt that he started to understand and feel what was around him. I told her, “How do you mean it?” She told me, “I mean who.” For example, for an hour, he didn't get used to you and he started to feel like, for example, Ponce, and he started doing things that I was tired of helping him with. I told her, " What, she told me like, for example, that he started going into the bathroom alone and washing himself, and he was also trying to choose what clothes to wear. Of course, I started to worry, because this is the same thing I felt with him in the last period when he took me in the relationship, and I felt that he is a complete man and knows what I mean." I have a relationship with a woman, but of course I ran away from her with words and we changed the whole topic. Of course all of this while Abdullah was sitting behind me with his eyes following me and listening to every thing I felt. He understood our words, but I turned the whole conversation around and told her ok, I will go and prepare the food because my husband is coming. I ran away from her but entered my apartment and my whole body was shaking and I started to get afraid and feel that something was wrong from the looks of her. The boy, especially this time, and her words, are some of his worst actions with her at home. Frankly, she made me doubt myself. I also lied to her in order to explain this situation to her, under the pretext that my husband came and I was going to make him food, but my husband already told me that he had four days at work and it wouldn’t work for him to come because he was stressed at work, so he could take a vacation whenever we moved. In the new apartment, but of course I started to get very afraid and I felt like my heart was beating, but I was trying to hide from myself and say no, this is just a feeling of the mistake we made, and it is normal for a while and it will pass after a while. I found the door banging. I know that it is Abdullah because he knows that I am inside and that he must come to me as usual. I opened and found his mother telling me what’s wrong with you. What should I tell her? Never, but it is possible, for example, that I am a little upset, and it is not necessary that we will leave the place that I am used to. She sat with me for a while and while talking to each other, I thought that I have extra clothes. I told her, “What do you think? Come and measure some of my abayas and clothes. I have a lot, and most of them are still very tight on me, and my body is bored right now, and even without that, I tell you to come every time I think.” Try clothes on, and it's definitely the winter and summer. She said to me, "Come on, you're still here too." When we entered, we found some clothes stored in the bags above the closet. When we got down, we started to open and take out the old and the new, and we were doing that. We were measuring abayas and shirts in it. When she came to me, I told her, ok, leave them on the side, this is yours, and there were some things that I had kept, but I forgot about them over time. I look at it and measure and see if it is still suitable or not, and we prefer this all the time in the room to measure the things that will come on her size and on my own. Suddenly I was surprised to find Abdullah sitting in the hall out of danger, and we were not paying attention. As I went out to get some water to drink from the kitchen, I found him sitting in the hall and found him almost sweaty, and his face was gushing out a lot of water as if he had still washed. When I went into the room again, I put on a robe. I found his mother telling me, “I don’t know if your husband has come or anything.” I told her, “No, this is Abdullah sitting in the hall.” She told me, “Tenili, you hide your body from him, and he knows something.” She laughed. The important thing is that I took the robe and went into the kitchen to answer. I found the refrigerator open. I was surprised that she forgot the refrigerator open before that, or what, and it wasn’t Abdullah who opened the door and ate from the refrigerator. Something or something to drink, but as I closed the refrigerator door, I found a box on the floor. This box is not strange to me. It looks like I saw it before. I kept imagining where I saw it, and of course I tend to get it like this. I remembered this box was with my husband the day he put tonic in his tea for Abdullah, but at that time this box was making a sound, meaning that there were a lot of strong pills in it, and then I looked at him like this. His face was very swollen and his eyes were very red, as if they were shooting a spark. Of course, his mother saw him like that, but she was not concerned about him. She started to put on her clothes and said to him, “Come on, Abdullah. Go to the house, of course.” I was surprised that he was approaching her, and his eyes were very red, as if he had taken a lump of this stimulant. He was a drunk person, exactly, and he hugged his mother’s back as if he was thinking that he was his mother. She went through it, of course, and she says to him, "What is this? You're the one with this. Let's walk. Let's go to our apartment. But he's not here at all. He sees that it's me. She seems to be pushing him left and right, but it's completely useless. He's done. He's determined that it's me. His mother said to him, 'Oh my God, the situation is working. Come, catch this boy with me. ' The clothes that he was wearing and he was not wearing anything at all, and we both remained incapable of it, neither with kindness, nor with cruelty, nor with anything at all, and when I hugged him from his back to rid his mother of him, he turned his face to me as if he remembered my embrace or felt something, and I was surprised with all his strength and violence that he was hugging me while his mother was saying, “Oh my God, what a misfortune, what is wrong with this boy? This is not normal for the first time.” It's like this and she's trying to keep him away from me because, of course, in front of his mother, we're afraid she won't feel anything. She would vote and blame people on us. I told her, "No, no scandals. Try to keep it with me and everything will be solved." She said, "OK, look. It's a moment. He's going to get to whoever he wants." And protect me and this is my son. Sorry, try to let him get to him. He wants to be saved and see what he will do. I said to her, “Ok, okay, no problem.” The important thing is that he guides me, leave him alone, my lady, and leave him to me, and I will listen and I will let him calm down. She said to me, “Oh my God, you are a burden, and the waste he is making for you, he will give you a job in the apartment. You will not be able to do so. It’s your fault, of course. I told her no, no, and you don’t care.” Come, Abdullah, stand up, my love, and I will do for you what you want. There is no use in it, and he is determined to catch me. His mother, of course, votes and shouts at him, and I ran outside, not knowing what to do. Suddenly his mother entered with an old chair leg, a wooden leg, which was parked by me in the kitchen. She entered us, and Abdullah looked like he wanted to attack me, of course you understood, and she began to hit him hard on the back. In order to get up, he did not get up and began to become more fanatical. Of course, my soul was gone. I was unable to bear it. Of course, his mother saw me like that, and I was honestly going to die. Abdullah hit him on the head, a blow that made him lose consciousness and throw himself on the ground. This blow trapped the blood in his brain. I ran to the kitchen and got a small knife and began to see blood from his brain. This is where the blow happened until I found blood. It came out of his head, and his mother was shocked. She told me, “He died.” I told her, “No, you are not afraid, you are not fighting, or anything.” We started to overpower him and put water on her until he woke up, and it seemed that I was recording the wound that came out of his head, and I told her to go to the pharmacy. I will get antiseptic and gauze and we will bandage the wound. She told me no. The Indians at the hospital, they sutured him, and they were going to bang his head on him. I told her, “No, she doesn’t need stitches. It’s just a simple pinch, just so that there is no lump inside his brain. Come on, just get what I told you about.” We actually treated the wound, and he stayed for about two days, sleeping, waking up, and sleeping again. His mother told me, “I’m thinking of getting him a doctor.” I told her, “Wait a little while and when we get him a doctor,” but of course the blow was his fault, and then he. It's good that he gets up and eats and sleeps. He doesn't complain about anything at all. She said to me, "Okay, okay." I told her, " What happened? This is what happened. This was very strange. The first time I saw him, and also his face was different. You didn't care about him or anything. She told me to be quiet. This is what happened. After you moved him to your apartment, I was tidying up my closet. I found a box of my husband's tonic, but it was empty. Abdullah's appearance. Think about it." Something to eat and take from it and nothing. She said to me, “Oh, that’s why. Sorry. I’m sorry, I swear to God, for what happened. I’m honestly so sorry for you.” I told her, “No, it’s normal. The important thing is that he is fine.” She said to me, “Okay, be safe, don’t let your husband know what happened.” I told her, “No, don’t be afraid, of course, no one will know.” After that, my husband came back from work and I told him, “I got news that he was fighting with the owner of the apartment, and there are still people in the apartment.” He will try to leave the apartment empty at the beginning of the new month. I told him, “We will still spend another month here.” He said to me, “It is normal, we haven’t had a difference in a month. We can tolerate it, and that’s it.” After that, we walk. After a week, Abdullah was very light and began to behave like the first one. He no longer had a problem with the attack at all. I was entering their apartment, but what was strange was that when I entered their apartment, he didn’t talk like he did before, nor did he see me at all. He saw me running at me as if I were His mother, but I felt this time that he did not see me. I tried to discuss and talk to him and say to him, “Abdullah , it seems that you are still upset with me.” His mother responded to me and told me, “No, I don’t know his money after he woke up.” He is a worker like someone who was traveling all his life and came back to work, looking up and down in the apartment. I told her, “No, he is just definitely suffocating from the apartment. Come on, Wadi, Abdullah. Come with me. I’ll make him some crazy pasta. ” Come on, I'll put a plate for you. I found him looking at me like that, not as if I was speaking, and I got up and took it from his hand. I said to him, "Come on, my son, the king of my people. Come on." And of course, I took him to my apartment and put pasta for him, and I kept putting the pot on the fire for him to make fun of me. I felt himself on my back coming closer to me, turning his face to me and saying to him, "Are you back again or what?" I found someone responding to me and telling me, "Where did I come back?" Where did he say that to me in the first place when I was in my body? Abdullah started talking, oh my God, what did I hear? I said to him, “How are you talking?” He said to me, “Oh, I was mute and nothing’s wrong with you.” I told him, “My son Amal, what have you been up to all this time?” He said to me, “What was wrong with me last time?” I started to get confused between the fact that he has forgotten all the old things and the fact that he has been keeping me busy all this time. I said to him, “Okay, does your mother know if you are talking or what?” He said to me, “Oh, of course, lady.” The whole story is that I am mentally ill. It does not mean that I am mentally ill all the time. I remain crazy or one of the people with will and defiance. I told him, “Well, how?” He told me, “It is a condition and she comes to me and goes. She can stay with me for a month, or two, or six months, or a year. ” Can you tell me what happened last time? Then you seem to have lived with us for a long time. I told him, “No, no, and I don’t know anything from last time at all. Let’s see your mother, let’s talk to her about how you came back so quickly.” I went back to his mother and told her, “Come with me, Abdullah is talking.” I found her squealing with joy and telling me, “A thousand blessings” that he came back so quickly this time. As usual, he would stay for two and three months and would not come back. I told her, “But you didn’t tell me that in the first place.” Why did she tell me, “ Why?” I mean, where are you going as long as you are with us? Surely one day will come and you will find out. But I wanted to make it a surprise for you, because I saw that you love Abdullah and are longing for him, and I said that when it is a surprise, it will make you happier. I said to her, “Oh, I was shocked and I couldn’t believe it.” I was gone. She hugged Abdullah and sat crying with joy while I stood there, happy but shocked and afraid, afraid of what had happened and I said to her, “What exactly is he in? Tell me.” She said to me, “This is a situation that enters him. He stays in it for a while and forgets everything and comes back as if he was still born and forgot everything that happened in the past period.” I told her seriously. She said to me, “Oh, by God.” She said to me, “Come, let me tell you something secret.” She said I can feel comfortable like this. Don't be aware of talking to him about anything that happened, especially that fateful day when he attacked you. It's better that he gets a shock and nothing and he goes back to being himself. Please don't say anything to him. I told her, "No, by God, I won't tell him anything at all." I told her, "I mean, seriously, he's forgetting everything that happened." She told me, "Oh, of course, he doesn't remember anything at all." All that. I remember exactly that time, of course we agreed, and I said to her, Okay, okay , and of course my heart was very reassured when I knew and understood that he was forgetting everything like in the past, and I told her that it was okay, forget about it, and you two sat together, reviewed the memories, and were a little happy with each other. And of course, my husband came back and I told him about what happened, of course, about my husband. He came back from work, and I told him, “ I will do whatever I can to get us out of here before Abdullah comes back again.” He told me What did he come back from? I told him, “He turned out to be sick and went back to normal, and then he came back again, and I was going to expose you because of you.” He told me how, and of course I told him about everything that had happened, and he was shocked by his honesty. He told me, frankly, that the story of this apartment is completely useless, and it will not work. Let us stay here and try to get rid of this thinking that after you are born, you will be born for a whole month, and that’s it. Please tell me that we will stay here for the rest of the month. Our apartment until the day of my birth came, and I was actually born in the hospital, and to be honest, my neighbor did not stay awake for a moment because my husband was standing and busy, and she and Abdullah were with me the whole time until I returned home, and the two of them did not leave me for a single moment. When two days had passed, my husband returned and saw the newborn, and as soon as he entered, he found Abdullah playing with the child as if he was carrying him, and he went and took him and said to him, “My uncle, may he grow up in your glory,” and he said to me, “Come on.” Mama, let us go to our apartment, let them be happy together , and my husband sat next to me, and I felt that he was not happy, and I told him that tomorrow, God willing, I will try to take a leave to go with Umm Abdullah to the hospital to register the baby. He said to me, “What should I register ? This is not the time to talk. I am busy and not free. I told him, ‘No, no, this is forbidden. This is too much. It will not take you a few minutes and you will go back to your work immediately.’ Of course he refused and said.” To be honest, I don't know how to call him in my name when I know that he is not my son. I was frankly shocked and said to him, "You forgot that you are the reason for what I am in." What does this mean? It will not be registered in your name. Amal will be registered in the name of someone who told me that I do not know how to be patient with what I do. I will give myself up and like this and think. After two weeks, he was in the same state, refusing to register it in his name. He asked me to get rid of him. I told him no, of course. Even from me, why are you like this, not this? This was your choice in the first place, and everything was your choice, and I didn't want it at all, nor are you my forgetful. He told me no, and I don't know you either. If you were exposed, I would be the one who would expose you, and I wouldn't stand beside you and try to get rid of this boy. I told him, "No, I won't get rid of him," and I sat begging him, but to no avail, and I would expose myself because of him. I told him, "Okay, I'll say it." I have an idea that makes you comfortable. You can write it after your name and he divorced me, and everyone goes away on his own. He tells me no, you have exactly 10 days to go to work with them. I will not come back until this matter is over and I will come back. I don’t want to see this boy here, and I know what will happen to you. He has made an official record for you and I will ask for tests and prove that you are a traitor. He went and left me and left me. I'm upset and I don't know what to do, and I'm eating at myself, I don't know how to act, and it's impossible for me to get rid of this son, even if I leave her. I sat confused and thinking about a situation that I didn't know how to think until my neighbor came and told me what I was doing. I told her there's nothing wrong. She kept making me older and telling me, "Okay, tell me for my sake," but she didn't agree, and one time he stayed while I was sitting with her. I said Look, I will tell you what will happen. I will tell you the truth as soon as it comes, but of course, before I said it, I said that I will bring up this issue of divorce to my first husband for the second time. I mean, before I break up with her, I mean, I called him so that we could discuss the matter. He told me, look, it is impossible to register it in my name. Even if I divorce you, I will not register my thought in front of you for a week. Behave. I didn’t exactly tell you that I said. That's it, I don't have any solution. If I divorce you, she will expose you and I will expose you. If you continue with him, you will also expose me. When Umm Abdullah came to me and I sat with her, I told her, "I can tell you a story, but before I tell you, I have a request for you." She said to me, "What is it?" I told her, "I want you to forgive me because I was helpless, and everything I'm going to tell you about now was against me." And she was not in my mood, I swear. She said to me, “I will forgive you, but what’s wrong with you?” and I started telling her a story from beginning to end. Of course, I was shocked. I was shocked at her age, but at the same time she said to me, “Okay, what is the solution now?” Of course, this was after I got upset. I became steadfast and began to convince her that everything was forced on me and that my husband was the reason for all of this. She told me, “This boy is not your husband’s son.” I told her, “No, my husband is already a slave, and he did everything.” This was to avoid his disappointment in front of his family. In the end, he refused. When he realized the mistake he had made, he refused to register it in his name and told me to go away and I will close this matter, but without his reply, I would not register the boy. I told her, “You know about me, that I do not go out with anyone at all, nor do I have any relations with anyone at all, but this happened with the help of the devil. My husband and Abdullah, of course, he was missing everything.” She told me, “ I just don’t know what to tell you.” Frankly speaking, this is a disaster and Abdullah might go through it if he knew something like that. Suddenly Abdullah came in and said, “I heard everything, and I also want to tell you something about this day. Your husband was talking about this topic, and the first time he forced you on me about our relationship with me, I was coming back from prison and I understood as I was talking to you now. He said that to me and I was more shocked, but he continued his words and told me it was normal.” This is not his time, it is not the time for this talk. The important thing is, Mama, we want to see a way out of this matter. He continued and said to me, “Even if he divorces her, I will marry her.” His mother said to him, “Why should you get married?” You are still young. I told her, “It is not important. We get married. It’s okay. I want a way out. I want to go out without scandals.” And of course my neighbor, because her heart is big and kind, said to me, “Okay, but on one condition. We have to do tests and make sure of this boy.” Sorry, I told her okay, but not now. Abdullah told me that it is normal, even if after a year I will leave my name, but now nothing matters except that you divorce me, and I really felt that this was the right solution with Jodi, who could not believe that he would divorce me. He divorced me, and after that I married Abdullah, but of course, my husband and his family exposed me with the words that were being said right and left, and when Abdullah’s mother was hearing these words and felt that I was upset by the words that were being said, she would guide me and tell me, and you don’t care what, I mean, one woman got divorced and married the one she loved, and she ended up living with him. Of course, I want to tell you that Abdullah, Umm Abdullah, is the only one who got out of this world, and she is the only one who got out of the world with her. The reason for everything after God, and praise be to God, I came out of what I was in well, and this was my story today, O Lord, you will like my story, and if you like it, I hope you write to me in the comments and do not forget to tell me what you think in the comments and give me a like on the video.