Chapter 9

At night, I would often wake up to the sound of the guard’s keys near the house or the sound of a metal stick being dragged over the bars of the fence surrounding the house. For us to sleep, one of us would stay awake to watch the door for fear of the guards entering us.

We will leave talking about me for now, and we will return to what happened to me shortly, but I would like to tell some of what happened to my brother Waseem, as he told me himself, so that you, the reader, will also know what the beginning of my brother’s life was like. He says that when he hit that car coming from the street opposite our father’s car, all he was thinking about was protecting me. My mother always told him to take care of me and told him that he was responsible for me. So at the time of the clash, he got up and hugged my body and suffered several bruises on his head and body. The last thing he remembered from that day was that someone grabbed him and pulled him out of the car and that He trie