Chapter 3

The girl spoke with sadness enveloping her voice, saying, “I am now in my penultimate year at the Faculty of Medicine. As for the past, I cannot tell you about the misfortunes of time that happened to you today, but this is my address and my private phone number. You can call me whenever you want and we can set an appointment to talk together, but I have a small request.”

The journalist smiled at her while at the same time cupping Rima’s hand between hers, then she said, “Ask whatever you want, I will do it for you, if it is something I can do.”

Rima said, “I learned from my colleague here that you are a great journalist and everyone listens to you. All I want is to appear in a television interview with you. Maybe, maybe, my mother will see me or my father will see me or even my brother.”

The journalist thought for a while and then said, “This is a good idea. I can arrange the matter. Hold this card. I wrote you my private number. Call me tomorrow and we will set a date for you to appear on the program.”

The girl jumped for joy, then approached and kissed the journalist as she kissed her as well, and they exchanged kisses. Then the journalist wiped Rima’s hair. After that, Rima excused herself and left in order to complete her work. A few moments later, the journalist’s husband approached.

He said in a whisper, “She is older than our daughter by ten or eleven years, right?”

The journalist answered, “Yes, we got married and traveled together, then we had Maggie. Rima was ten years old at the time.”

The journalist continued her speech to the journalist who was speaking to her at the present time

“Before I left from the joy, I went to the groom’s father and told him that I was the one who asked Rima to sit with me. I did so out of fear that her boss would persecute her at work.”

Ms. Nahid stopped talking and walked away for a while, then said, “This was only a few days ago.”

Journalist: “Really, do you know anything? It is possible that this girl is the daughter of the woman who came to me to help her find her children.”

He told Nahid stories about the lawyer who lost her children in a car accident, and he told her that he suspected it was the same accident that she talked about in the article, but he asked her to meet the girl and listen to her story first, then he asked about what happened after that party.

Mrs. Nahid’s answer to what happened the day after the wedding: On the next day of the wedding, in the afternoon, my phone rang with a number that was not registered in the phone book. She raised the phone to my ear and opened the line, and her trembling voice came to me.

Rima, “Did I cause you any inconvenience? I apologize if I called at an inappropriate time.”

Nahid, “Rima! This is you, why are you so afraid? I was the one who asked you to call.”

Rima, “I thought you might have forgotten and that I might be intruding on you.”

Nahid: “No, my dear, I am happy to hear your voice, and I also have a surprise for you.”

Rima answered enthusiastically, “Really, what is it?”

Nahid, “Can you come to me in the Media Production City at seven in the evening, or can you come to my house at five o’clock first, and I will take you to the Media Production City?”

“Yes, I will come at five o’clock. Should I wear a nice dress?”

“Just come and leave what you wear to me.”

“Thank you, I have good clothes to go to university with.”

“Okay baby, you can come to this address (........)”

“Bye, five o’clock.”

“See you soon”

This is what I had a conversation with Rima, and she will come shortly. What do you think, Mr. Muhammad, that we talk to her together? I smiled happily and said to her, “What do you think?”

“Yes that’s good “

At five o’clock, a brunette girl wearing a head covering, with brown skin, already appeared, but she possesses a beauty that some white-skinned beauties do not have. I do not have the words that can give the beauty of the sparkle of her blue eyes the right to describe her beauty. I do not know why my tongue stopped speaking. Talking, but Ms. Nihad realized what he was going through and spoke quickly

“Welcome, my little one. Come sit with us on the balcony.”

The girl nodded her head in agreement, then went forward and sat next to Ms. Nihad. Ms. Nihad continued her speech by saying:

“This is Rima that I told you about, and this is Mr. Muhammad, a journalist in Al-Hayat newspaper. He asked to speak with you and listen to your story, and then we will go together to the Media Production City.”

I looked at her and smiled politely, then said, “Tell us how old you were at the time of that painful accident.”

Rima said, “I was five years old, and my father was taking us with him in the car. My mother would sit in the front, and my brother and I would sit in the back seat. I would put on the seat belt that my mother had put on me resolutely, and I also helped my brother put on his own belt. All I remember at that time is that My mother was singing and clapping, and my brother was clapping like her, and my father was playing with him and they were laughing while I was holding candy in my hand and trying to imitate my mother by singing, then suddenly all this laughter turned into screaming. I saw my mother turning around and looking at me and my brother and repeating (Don’t be afraid, everything will be fine). The car moved left and right, then It got stuck and broke the windshield.”