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Veils of Silence | Chapter One (The Saudi’s Daughter)

Veils of Silence

This chapter uncovers the long-awaited truth behind the father’s disappearance, revealing Radwa’s past manipulations and the prideful clash with Abdullah. As the mother’s health declines rapidly, the weight of financial burdens and family secrets creates a high-stakes atmosphere. It sets the stage for a life-altering surgery and the potential return of a father who was driven away by deception.

Sawar woke up to the sound of the Fajr call to prayer. She performed her ablutions and prayed, remaining on her prayer rug to supplicate to God and read her daily Quranic response. It has been two years since she missed an obligatory prayer or a reading, ever since God guided her and she began wearing the hijab.

She finished her prayer, ate breakfast, and began preparing for work. Sawar is a teacher at a large school in Egypt, and everyone testifies to her respectability and precise work. She opened her phone to her father’s chat, but the messages remained as they were—unopened. She set the phone aside and quickly began preparing the food she would cook upon her return.

Six o’clock arrived, and she began dressing, taking one last look in the mirror and smiling, satisfied with her appearance.

Sawar is a twenty-six-year-old girl, short with a well-proportioned body. She has wide hazel eyes, large rosy cheeks, and full lips with a natural pink tint. Her hair is thick, black, and long, reaching the small of her back. She has a delicate voice and appearance, and is very elegant in both her clothing and her speech.

She arrived at work to be greeted by her manager, Ibrahim.

Ibrahim: "Good morning, Miss Sawar."
Sawar: "Good morning, Mr. Ibrahim."
Ibrahim: "Have you thought about what I said, or not yet?"
Sawar: "Give me more time, sir, and I will give you an answer... Excuse me."

Sawar fled quickly before he could say anything else. He had asked for her hand in marriage, and she was no longer able to deal with him spontaneously as before; she was constantly tense and anxious, not knowing who she could talk to or consult.

In the middle of the day, Sawar’s phone rang; it was her mother calling.

Radwa: "How are you, Sawar?"
Sawar: "Fine, Mom. Are you okay?"
Radwa: "Yes, honey, I’m fine."
Sawar: "Do you need anything?"
Radwa: "Your sister called a little while ago and needs money. Can you give her some?"
Sawar: "Certainly, Mom. Anything else?"
Radwa: "Yes, today is the appointment for the session. Don't forget."
Sawar: "I might forget everything except the session, don't worry."

Sawar hung up the phone, not knowing what to do. Her sister never stops spending and does not appreciate their situation, and the chemotherapy sessions take a lot of time and money. She must be with her mother during the session. Sawar took a breath, went to pray two rak'ahs, and decided to leave it to God to resolve.

Not long after, Sawar returned home, finished cooking, and made sure her mother was full because she wouldn't be able to eat after the session. She went to the hospital to wait for four hours, occasionally sending messages to her father’s chat in the hope that he might respond one day.

"Dad, today is the ninth day of Mom's chemotherapy session. I know you didn't love me, but at least come see her. Every time I ask Mom why you don't come, she always tells me it's because of you. I don't know what I did to make you stay away because of me, but Mom needs you. Please come, and I promise you won't see me, just come."

She closed the chat and wiped her tears, hoping he would open it once and see her messages, only to be surprised by a young man offering her a tissue with a smile.

Sawar: "Thank you."
Mohamed: "My name is Mohamed, and I am a doctor here."
Sawar: "Oh, nice to meet you, Doctor Mohamed. I am Sawar."
Mohamed: "Don't worry, your mother will come out safely."
Sawar: "God willing... Excuse me."

Sawar went outside the hospital, wondering who he was and how he knew she was waiting for her mother, but her thoughts were interrupted by her sister calling.

Sally: "How are you, Sawar?"
Sawar: "How are you, Sally?"
Sally: "You haven't sent the money yet! Didn't Mom tell you I needed it or what?"
Sawar: "She told me, Sally, but I am with Mom at the session and haven't had time to transfer it to you."
Sally: "And I’m supposed to sit without money in my displacement just because you didn't have time?"
Sawar: "Sally, please, I’ve had enough. I’ll transfer it when I’m free."
Sally: "What do you mean when you're free? I need the money now, I’ve been waiting since morning."
Sawar: "Fine, Sally, I’ll transfer it."

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Sally is Sawar’s younger half-sister. Her father died of a heart stroke and left her entire burden on Sawar. Sally’s only concerns are food, drink, outings, and her boyfriend from university whom she goes out with. No one knows anything about her under the pretext of her living away for university; she always asks for money and doesn't care about household matters.

Sally is a twenty-one-year-old girl in her second year of university, older than her classmates because she fails every year. She is short and thin with a beautiful body. Her black hair reaches her shoulders and is dyed with blonde streaks. She has wide brown eyes and thin lips with a natural pink hue. She is a girl of striking beauty but is chaotic, living her life to the fullest without caring about anyone.

Sally: "I can't believe this Sawar. I've wanted money since morning and she says she’s busy. What am I supposed to do?"
Omar: "Calm down, baby. She doesn't say no when you ask. Wait for her a little."
Sally: "She thinks because she stays with Mom and has the household allowance that she controls everything. No, I’m not a little child to be fooled with a few words."
Omar: "Sally, calm down. I don't like this. Please, I’m leaving."
Sally: "So this is my reward for getting money so we can go out?"
Omar: "Yes, but not like this. That’s enough, please."

Sally fell silent, looking at Sawar’s number with resentment. She hates Sawar and hates her idealism; it makes her feel the amount of aimlessness she lives in. Sawar managed to succeed in her studies and her work, working in the best school in Egypt, while Sally doesn't know how to succeed. Everything is in Sawar's hands while Sally still stretches out her hand to her to take her allowance.

Omar: "Sally, let's watch a movie to change this mood."
Sally (coquettishly): "Let's go."

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At 7:00 PM, Sawar was praying Maghrib in the nearest mosque and returned to the hospital to take her mother home.

Dr. Walid: "Sawar, the condition is worsening."
Sawar: "Then what is the solution, Doctor? Tell me."
Dr. Walid: "There is nothing in our hands but prayer."
Sawar: "I don't understand, Doctor. What does that mean?"
Dr. Walid: "The tumor has spread very rapidly, and the chemotherapy sessions will do nothing but break down your mother's immunity."
Sawar: "I don't understand. What is required? That I keep her at home until she dies?"
Dr. Walid: "There is no solution but surgery, but this is a dangerous operation. It is not easy to perform, especially in your mother's case."
Sawar: "Doctor, please don't make it impossible for me, God bless you. What is the right thing to do?"
Dr. Walid: "There is a famous Saudi doctor coming to Egypt in two days. I can talk to him to take the time to do the surgery for her. He is the one capable of healing your mother."
Sawar: "The Healer is God, Doctor; we are merely means... So, when is he coming?"
Dr. Walid: "He will arrive here within two days. I will call him and let you know."

Sawar left the hospital with a troubled face, not knowing what to do or what to tell her mother. She transferred the money to Sally and returned home. She put her mother to sleep, prayed Isha, and began to cry a cry she had been holding back for a long time, and all that was on her tongue was: "O Lord."

Ibrahim: "Miss Sawar."
Sawar: "Yes, sir."
Ibrahim: "I believe you've had your time!"
Sawar: "Yes... Look, sir, my mother is undergoing surgery and I cannot think about anything else right now."
Ibrahim: "Fine, but at least let me know if you agree or not."
Sawar: "You are a respectable person, sir, but I am not currently ready for marriage... God willing, you will find someone who suits you. Excuse me."

Sawar walked away from him, feeling tense; she finally managed to get rid of his nagging. She had no time to think about anything now except her mother's operation, especially after Dr. Walid called her and informed her that the Saudi doctor would be able to see her mother within a week to schedule the surgery. Her mother was her only concern now.

Hend: "Sawar, are you okay?"
Sawar: "Yes, I'm fine."
Hend: "Are you tired or something?"
Sawar: "Not at all... I'm just thinking about a few things at home."
Hend: "How is your mother?"
Sawar: "Praise be to God, we are waiting for the surgery date."
Hend: "Hopefully, all will be well."
Sawar: "God willing... Excuse me."
Hend: "Sawar, take care of yourself."
Sawar: "I will."

Sawar left, feeling surprised; it was the first time her colleague Hend had given her advice or even spoken to her kindly. The people around her had been acting unusual for a while.

Sawar finished work and returned home to practice her normal routine of laundry and hanging clothes, but she was interrupted by Radwa’s voice calling her.

Sawar: "Yes, Mom, do you need something?"
Radwa: "Sawar, I need to talk to you for a bit."
Sawar: "Go ahead, Mom."
Radwa: "I want you to forgive me."

Sawar fell silent and looked at her.

Radwa: "I know I was harsh with you... but you were better than me, and you embarrassed me with your love for me."
Sawar: "What is the point of this talk now, Mom? Just rest."
Radwa: "No, Sawar, it’s important... I don't know how much longer I will live."
Sawar: "Mom, seek refuge in God and calm down, sweetheart. Get these devilish thoughts out of your head."
Radwa: "Don't you want to know why your father left us?"

Sawar’s heart tightened, and her heartbeat accelerated.

Sawar: "Mom, I don't need to hear every time that he left us because of me."
Radwa: "I was pinning my mistakes on you, Sawar... Your father left us because of me, not because of you... It took me twenty years to admit it was because of me."
Sawar: "I don't understand, Mom."
Radwa: "Turn off the stove and come, let me tell you—for the first time—the true story of your father and me."

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Flashback
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A twenty-one-year-old girl was walking along the Alexandria Corniche with her friends. They were laughing loudly, and it was obvious they hadn't seen each other in a long time. They passed a small family consisting of a father, a mother, and a fourteen-year-old youth. She stepped out from among the girls and said with total flirtatiousness:

Radwa: "Dad, I want a Freska."
Said: "Next time, Radwa."
Radwa: "It's 'next time' every single time. Is there never a 'yes'?"
Said: "That’s enough, Radwa. Go with your friends now and we will talk later."
Radwa: "All my friends have their allowance except me—and I wish I even received one."
Samah: "That’s enough, Radwa, we will talk at home. Stop it, we are in the street."

Radwa walked away, unable to stand herself, and went to her friends pretending to be fine until she saw a group of young men sitting by the sea. Among them was a young man who looked strange, clearly not from here. As she walked, looking at him, she bumped into a lamppost, which made a loud noise that caught everyone's attention, including that young man. She stood there holding her nose while her friends gathered around her. She opened her eyes to find the young men looking, but none of them moved or were even slightly stirred. She felt extremely embarrassed and decided to return to her father to let out the emotions she couldn't show in front of anyone, until she found a voice stopping her.

Abdullah: "Sister, are you okay?"
Radwa: "Yes, praise be to God."
Abdullah: "If something is wrong, we will take you to the hospital."
Radwa: "No, thank you, I'm fine."

Abdullah reached out to give her the bag she had dropped while smiling. He pulled a piece of paper from his hand, placed it in her bag, and she walked away.

Radwa walked with her friends as they all envied her for him stopping to talk to her. Radwa laughed when she remembered the situation, went to her father, and returned home.

Sameh: "What was that you just did, my boy? Right in plain sight like that."
Abdullah: "Didn't you notice how she was looking at me?"
Sameh: "That doesn't mean she likes you."
Abdullah: "Well, we’ll see. She has my number. We’ll see if she calls or not."

Sameh and Abdullah are university friends. Abdullah studied Business Administration at Alexandria University so he could take over and expand his father’s company. He is tan and tall, with black eyes and thick eyebrows. He began to feel arrogant after traveling to Egypt when people started looking at him as if he were a walking pile of money, a role he enjoyed as he began to act bossy.

Sameh: "Abdullah, the girl seems naive. Don't take that approach; you don't know Egyptians."
Abdullah: "I didn't force her hand. If she wants to talk, she’ll call, and if she doesn't, I’ll look for someone else."
Sameh: "Abdullah, you haven't been right for a while."
Abdullah: "By God, please, don't you start being like my mother."
Sameh: "Anyway, it’s up to you, but be careful—you aren't the only one who understands the world."

Radwa returned home, flying with joy, looking at the paper every now and then, laughing and thinking about what she could do to make this pile of money fall in love with her and marry her. She found no way but to actually call him, but she would do it on her terms, not his. She made a vow to herself to get out of the swamp of poverty into the luxury of the rich. She picked up the landline, dialed his number, and began waiting for an answer.

Abdullah: "Hello, Peace be upon you."
Radwa: "And upon you be peace."
Abdullah: "Hello, who is this, sister?"
Radwa: "I’m the girl you gave the paper to this morning."

A look of victory was drawn on Abdullah’s face. He signaled to Sameh that she was calling and struck a triumphant pose.

Abdullah: "Oh, hello, but I don't remember you."

Radwa was shocked and felt a sense of turmoil, thinking of how to provoke him.

Radwa: "Oh, I know. I was only calling to tell you that my father saw you when you gave me the paper and he has dark intentions for you. So don't talk to me or even contact me. You, poor thing, are certainly alone and have no one here, so you shouldn't get dragged through the mud in a country you don't know."

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Abdullah’s features shifted into shock, and he began thinking of a way to prove to her that he did not need anyone to lean on.

Abdullah: "Look, sister, I can come to you and clarify matters to your father. I am not a child to go into hiding."
Radwa: "This is for your own benefit... Anyway, I've said what I have to say. Goodbye."

Abdullah looked on with a lack of understanding, not knowing if she wanted him or not, and whether he should actually go to prove to her that he wasn't a kid and didn't need anyone, or if he should just ignore it. On the other side, Radwa was worried that he might have slipped through her fingers, but she decided to wait.

Two days later, Abdullah called Radwa again, took her home address, and went to prove to himself—before proving it to her—that he didn't need to hide or be afraid. The meeting went naturally; in fact, Said respected Abdullah very much. Radwa took advantage of Said’s apparent approval and began to play her parts to ensnare him. Indeed, Abdullah managed to fall in love with her and challenged his family to marry her.

Radwa married Abdullah and lived in a large apartment in Alexandria. She began to feel that life was finally smiling upon her, but human nature does not change.

Abdullah: "It has become necessary for me to see my family. I haven't visited them in a year."
Radwa: "There’s no need to travel now."
Abdullah: "Then when shall I travel?"
Radwa: "I need you beside me, Abdo."
Abdullah: "And I need you."
Radwa: "Let me tell you a surprise."
Abdullah: "Go ahead."
Radwa: "I am pregnant."

Abdullah’s features changed radically, and a wide smile was drawn on his face. He actually postponed his trip until Radwa gave birth. In Saudi Arabia, prosperity filled their villa, and everyone was happy with their new grandchild, but the joy halted due to accusations that Radwa had deceived Abdullah and that she would raise the child with morals unlike theirs.

The nine months of pregnancy ended, and Abdullah held his daughter in his arms for the first time. For the first time since their marriage, the whole family came down to see their daughter, Sawar. But as usual, Radwa could not stop her habit of turning the tables.

Hafsa: "My son, may God protect her."
Abdullah: "May she live a long life in your presence, Mother."
Mohamed: "If it were a boy, he would have looked like me, but she is a girl."
Abdullah: "It is all a blessing, Father."
Radwa: "I don't see a difference between a boy and a girl. Or is it because your brother had a boy that you wanted a boy?"
Hafsa: "No, my daughter, what are you saying? Everything is a blessing."
Radwa: "I don't feel like it’s a blessing, Auntie. You haven't even thought of doing anything for my daughter—neither a gift nor an Aqiqah sacrifice."
Abdullah: "Radwa, how can you speak like that?"
Radwa: "No, this is the truth. Because she is a girl, no one did anything for her. If she were a boy, you would have carried me high above the ground."
Mohamed: "I seek forgiveness from God. Abdullah, see what your wife is babbling about."

Radwa took Sawar and entered the room in silence.

Abdullah: "Forgive her, Father. You know her family has left her and she is alone. Her nerves are a bit frayed."
Hafsa: "Don't talk back to me, my son. I told you, she is not one of us."
Abdullah: "It will be fine, Mother."
Mohamed: "We are leaving now. Tomorrow we fly back to Saudi Arabia."
Abdullah: "No, Father, that cannot be."
Mohamed: "It will be... go settle your affairs with your wife, and God willing, come to me in Saudi Arabia. Neither I nor your mother will come to Egypt ever again."

Abdullah stood in confusion between his family and his wife and daughter. All he did was go to argue with Radwa, but she was able, for the second time, to control his mind and plant doubt within him toward his father and mother. He cut ties with them for five years, until the news of his mother’s illness came. He traveled to her for six months, but Radwa refused to travel under the pretext of her objection to his family’s ways. During this period, life between Radwa and Abdullah grew worse. It reached a breaking point when Radwa began demanding staggering amounts of money under the guise of Sawar’s expenses, and in a short time, she managed to amass a very large sum to secure her life. She managed to drain Abdullah in her own way. After a while, Abdullah returned to Egypt after his mother regained her health, only to be surprised that Radwa had changed the location of the house, moved to another home, and filed a child support lawsuit against him—otherwise, he would be imprisoned. He didn't understand why this was happening.

Abdullah: "Why are you doing this? Whenever you asked for something, I never refused."
Radwa: "I must secure my daughter’s future. Your mother surely filled your head with lies about me, and I won't leave my daughter without a backbone like this."
Abdullah: "And who told you I would leave my daughter? Why assume this?"
Radwa: "This is what I have, Abdullah, and I don't trust your family."
Abdullah: "Seek God's guidance, Radwa, and I forgive you. Let’s drop the lawsuits."
Radwa: "The lawsuit will remain active even if I am with you in the same house."
Abdullah: "Radwa, I am a man. No woman on the face of the earth does this to me."
Radwa: "It is all for your daughter."
Abdullah: "Radwa, you are divorced."

Radwa was shocked and remained for a moment unable to comprehend, then she looked at her daughter.

Radwa: "And Sawar?"
Abdullah: "This is my daughter. I will take her, but not now."
Radwa: "You mean you’ll take her? She is my daughter!"
Abdullah: "All that connects me to you is Sawar. I will send her expenses monthly, and your tongue shall never address mine again."

Radwa stood frozen, not knowing what to do or how to speak. She made a vow to herself that she would take revenge on him through his daughter, but she did not know what the future had in store for her.

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The Saudi’s Daughter | Arabic Novel

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The Saudi’s Daughter

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Novel Description

A dramatic social novel that delves into the complexities of family ties, sacrifice, and the shadows of the past. The story follows Sawar, a virtuous teacher whose life is a testament to faith and patience as she cares for her terminally ill mother while navigating the cold absence of her father. Amidst the struggles of managing expensive medical treatments and a reckless younger sister, Sawar finds herself at a crossroads of unwanted marriage proposals and mysterious new encounters. The narrative masterfully weaves between the present and a twenty-year-old secret, revealing a history of manipulation, pride, and a marriage torn apart by cultural clashes and greed. As the mother faces a life-threatening surgery, the truth behind the father's abandonment finally surfaces, challenging everything Sawar believed about her identity. It is a poignant exploration of how the sins of the parents shape the destinies of their children. The plot thickens with the arrival of a renowned Saudi surgeon who might hold the key to the family's healing or further complications. Readers are taken on an emotional journey through the streets of Alexandria and the corridors of hospitals, witnessing the resilience of the human spirit. Ultimately, the novel questions whether forgiveness is possible when the past is built on a foundation of lies and vengeance.

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Genre: Family - Romance - Drama

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Status: Ongoing

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Sawar

A 26-year-old teacher, characterized by her piety, elegance, and hazel eyes; she carries the weight of her family’s crises with grace.

Radwa

Sawar’s mother; a woman whose past beauty and manipulative nature led to the ruin of her marriage, now battling cancer and seeking late redemption.

Abdullah

Sawar’s Saudi father; a wealthy man of pride who was pushed to his limits by Radwa’s schemes, leading to a decades-long estrangement.

Sally

Sawar’s 21-year-old half-sister; a reckless, rebellious student who lives for pleasure and remains indifferent to the family’s suffering.

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Family From Hell - Chapter One {Shadows of the Mansion}

Shadows of the Mansion

The story takes a shocking turn during a grand family wedding, where the illusion of perfection begins to crumble under the weight of a sudden scandal. As the protagonist, Qamar, observes her estranged relatives, she uncovers suspicious behavior and whispers of a runaway bride. The tension reaches a breaking point when a major family figure intervenes, leading to the abrupt and mysterious cancellation of the ceremony. This pivotal moment exposes the cracks in the family's "hellish" foundation and sets the stage for future conflict.

#Family_From_Hell 1 (Introduction)
Stories of different people gathered in one novel:

Qamar: Imagine yourself suddenly finding yourself living among a family that is new to you!!
A family that treats you, your mother, and your sisters as the lowest of people!!
Imagine your beauty being the reason for your destruction!!
The whole story started when I entered this house!... No, not a house, this is a mansion, this is a castle, and all the people in it I am seeing for the first time.. a castle where the ruler is an oppressor!!
I saw things before me that I only used to see in TV series.
Betrayal, assault, loss of honor!! Injustice, stabbing in the back from the same family to each other!
And the strongest of all was another story that increased my shock regarding this family.

My name is Qamar. I am a second-year university student ❤️ I have two sisters, one older than me named Jihan, and my younger sister Jana is in middle school.. Of course, we are only 3 girls, we have no boys.
My sister Jihan is 3 years older than me; she is quiet and afraid of her own shadow, she even keeps silent about her rights.
As for me and my younger sister Jana, we are two peas in a pod; both of us are troublemakers, I admit!

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Our life was somewhat normal. Mom was the one who worked and spent on us with the help of my maternal uncles once in a while.
Dad would leave in the morning and wouldn't return until night, drunk 💔
He would sleep immediately, and the next day he would take money from Mom against her will and leave.
Even though Mom was from the East and my uncles were far from us, they always sent us help and cared about us a lot.
Every day was the same routine, every day!!
We comforted Mom and tried to be with her and by her side because she really suffers a lot for our sake ❤️... until the day came that changed our lives 180 degrees!!

Dad died in a sudden accident!!
It was like a dream back then.. the house filled up in moments and people were giving their condolences!
I didn't understand anything and couldn't comprehend it from the shock.
My sisters weren't shocked; it was very normal, as if the one who died wasn't their father.
Maybe because he made us live in a hell of hitting, insults, theft, and problems!!
For Mom, it was as if a burden was lifted from her heart 💔
But I cried a lot for him; he was my father after all!!

Days passed quickly, and Mom’s family was by our side and with us ❤️
Unlike my father’s family, may God have mercy on him!... because they had boycotted us for years because Dad disobeyed his father and married from the East, breaking the family law which says he must marry his cousins.
And because he used to drink and his reputation was like dirt!!
Anyway.. months and days passed, and Mom finished her mourning period; Dad had been dead for 9 months.
We started preparing ourselves to travel to live in the East near my uncles because we could no longer afford the house rent.
But the shock was in my grandfather!!

My paternal grandfather swore we wouldn't leave our house except for his house, and if Mom objected, he would take me and my sisters and she could go wherever she wanted... under the pretext that he didn't want his son's daughters to be raised by anyone else and leave their city!
We were shocked and didn't expect something like this because my grandfather, in his entire life, never came to see us except during the funeral only!!

After days and days, Mom agreed for us to go to my grandfather's house and stay there!
And my sisters and I, although we weren't satisfied, went along with it for Mom's sake.

Qamar: We took the bags we had prepared and got into the car with Mom, and no one spoke a word the whole way.
After an hour and a half, Mom parked her car and started talking calmly.

Sumaya: Before we enter this house, we must understand many things.
You are my 3 daughters, the only ones I came out with from this world, and I want to enter into these people for your sake. I don't want any of you to make a mistake in anything because they are waiting for us to slip up.
Jihan: Mom, why do you talk about them like this? Maybe they are good.
Qamar: Please shut your mouth. If they were good, this wouldn't have been their state for years—no one knocked on our door until now.
Jana: Qamar is right, and it's been a long time, not just a little.
Qamar: You be quiet, you're still a baby, don't interfere in the talk of adults.
Jana: 😒😒
Sumaya: Let's go, get out.
Qamar: I got out of the car and raised my head, I couldn't believe it!!
Is this my grandfather's house!!?
It was never a house at all; it was like a huge mansion.
The last time I saw my grandfather's house, it was traditional and very ooooold.
There was a bit of a crowd in front of the house! And a group of young men together.
I kept watching them; one of them had his back turned and was wearing black... nothing was visible from a distance except his beard shining under the sun!
And his smoke.. I felt that he noticed me, so I quickly lowered my eyes.
We entered with trembling steps, clearly forced!
My eyes were scanning the whole house with amazement!
How wide the garden was and the decorative trees outside... how big the house was, and there was more than one building above it..

There were lights everywhere and a huge tent in the garden.. it was clearly a wedding ❤️
An old woman came, poison clearly visible on her face.. of course, I will never forget her, nor forget how she used to shoo us away when we were young! A paternal grandmother is supposed to be tender, not like this!!
She greeted Mom while staring at her from top to bottom, then she greeted us and let us in!! I caught a glimpse of a slightly older woman, and when I focused on her, I knew she was my uncle's wife because she had come to offer condolences for Dad... she was running in and hiding something she was holding in her hand... but what made me stop in my tracks from shock—I didn't follow them—
Was when I heard a little boy saying to his sister... The bride has run away!! 😨... To be continued.

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#Family_From_Hell 2

She greeted Mom while staring at her from top to bottom, then she greeted us and let us in!!... But what made me stop in my tracks from shock—I didn’t follow them—
Was when I heard a little boy saying to the girl... The bride has run away!! 😨
I stood in my place watching the girl as she got up and ran inside... I snapped out of it to the sound of my mother calling me.
Sumaya: Qamar, Qamar!
Qamar: I’m coming, Mom...
I entered the house with my mother and sisters, my mouth wide open!!
I was watching, unable to comprehend!!... The furniture and the marble floors where I could see my own reflection.
The massive chandelier in the middle of the house, like Abdeen Palace 😨
The high staircase that leads to the second floor!!
My sisters and I exchanged the same looks of amazement!
Saliha (their grandmother, their father’s mother): You’ve arrived during the wedding of Ikram, your brother-in-law’s daughter.
The Haji has prepared two rooms upstairs for you and your daughters; divide yourselves up... She glanced at Qamar and Jihan.
This house contains your two uncles and their children, girls and boys, and additionally, above this house are 4 apartments for the rest of your uncles and their children.
Qamar: To herself... Oof, a whole tribe.
Saliha: Meaning, I want no rudeness or empty talk, and if I see anything from you, I will raise you all over again.
Qamar: No, we are well-raised, thank God.
Sumaya: Qamar.. shame on you, my daughter, hush.
Qamar: I stayed silent, but the words hurt!!.. Regardless of their hatred for us, we had just arrived!
Saliha: Hamoudi, Hamoudi!
Mohammad: Yes, Grandma.
Saliha: Kissed him.. Go upstairs and take them to the last room.
She finished her words while looking at Sumaya.. The last room and the one next to it are for you, divide yourselves... and make sure to come down to attend the henna and the evening party today; we don’t want people saying the woman from the East and her daughters don't know proper social customs.
Sumaya: Patiently... God willing... Come on, girls.

Qamar: Mom and Jihan took the last room, and Jana and I took the room before it... Our room had two beds in a calm mauve and white color... a wardrobe and a small en-suite.
It was beautiful and the colors were relaxing ❤️
We arranged our clothes, and I stood by the window watching the garden and how the crowd began to grow!
In my mind were the little boy’s words about the bride—how did she run away!??
I saw young men coming in and out, clearly from the family!
I saw women standing and whispering to each other.
And I saw girls wearing gorgeous clothes, sitting and taking pictures together.
Clearly, they were my cousins whom I hadn't seen since I was 7 years old!... I threw myself onto the bed.
Seconds later, I was unconscious 😴😴

🔥Novels of Banoutat Al-Sheikh🔥
🔥Arwa Al-Tahir Al-Mesallati🔥

Qamar: I opened my eyes to the door knocking.
Jana: Qamar, Qamar, wake up.
Qamar: Rubbing her eyes.. Hmm what, where is Mom?
Jana: Get up, it's Maghrib prayer time... If you could see downstairs, the view is stunning and it's very crowded. You know, the bride is wearing pink.
Qamar: The bride? Didn't she run away?
Jana: Run away?? What's wrong with you, Qamar, are you still asleep or what!
Qamar: I got off the bed and stood at the window to watch, and Jana's words were true... The view was extraordinary ❤️
The decorations and lights were gorgeous, and the crowd of cars and young men outside.
And the fireworks.
Jana: Closed the wardrobe... Mom told you to wear something nice, fix yourself up, and come down.
Qamar: Her eyes on the window... Where are Mom and Jihan?
Jana: Fixing her hair... They just went down now.
Mom wore her red dress... Jana put her hands together... God, I feel like life here is wonderful, why were you guys afraid?
If you could see the sweets and the views downstairs, and they have a fountain, I can't believe I'm going to live here.
Qamar: Her eyes met the eyes of the same guy she saw in front of the house.. she pulled back quickly and closed the curtain.
Jana: And if you see the...
Qamar: Jana, enough already, you've filled my head.
Jana: I’m the one in the wrong for telling you, stay here then... and she went down.
Qamar: I opened the wardrobe... I spent an hour searching, I don't have a nice outfit 🤦🏻‍♀️ and my mother keeps nagging me.
I took dark blue jeans and a white shirt with open sleeves.
I put them on, braided my hair, and went down... walking slowly and looking in shock at the crowd and the luxury items they were giving out ❤️
I entered the tent, it was crowded, no space except at the beginning of the tent, and from the moment I entered, everyone's eyes were on my hair... because my hair was just above my knees and black 🔥
I sat in an empty chair and Mom sent me a message.
Sumaya: Put your hair up.
Qamar: I put my hair up and started wrapping it, and many people were watching me but I didn't care.. I drifted off watching the atmosphere, it was beautiful ❤️
The "Zamzamat" songs, and wealth was obvious on many people from their clothes; I was the simplest one among them, my clothes were very ordinary, and the bride was wearing pink.
She was sitting, chatting and laughing.. clearly her affairs were fine, why did they say the bride ran away!?.. The sound of my thoughts was interrupted by a girl next to me.

Samah: You are the Eastern woman's daughter, right?
Qamar: Crossed her arms... Yes.
Samah: Surely you don't know anyone here; if you like, I can give you a detailed report on them.
Qamar: Why, who are you?
Samah: Extended her hand.. My name is Samah, your grandfather's neighbor for 20 years.
Qamar: With a sarcastic smile.... Nice to meet you.
Samah: First thing... look over there... yes, exactly.
Qamar: Her eyes fell on two girls taking pictures and singing.
Samah: Amany and Amina, your uncle Salem's kids.. these two sisters are pure poison, they and their mother; they have a brother named Majd, a delinquent and a womanizer, your grandfather's favorite, he spoils him, just name what you want.
Qamar: Saying to herself... God, how they've grown!! To the point I didn't recognize them.
Samah: Look at the ones over there.
Qamar: There were 3 girls and their mother, one of them clearly married.
Samah: These are your uncle Al-Hashimi's kids; Ariyam is married.
And Houria and Wafaa.. they are also malicious, don't let anyone fool you!
But they have a brother named Ghaith.
This Ghaith holds them by their necks.. you could say he holds the whole family; they can't talk back to him because his grandfather's and uncles' work is all on his shoulders. When he speaks, that's it; he respects your grandfather and such, but even he has his own status.
Qamar: Repeated his name softly.. Ghaith!!
Samah: Yes, do you remember him!?
Qamar: She tried to remember his face from when they were small but couldn't.
Samah: Now he is handsome honestly, tall, broad, a beard, and everything a Libyan girl wants, hahaha.
Qamar: Smiled at Samah's silliness and her laughing at the simplest things.. and Samah continued explaining the family.
I knew my uncles' wives because they had come to offer condolences for Dad.
I knew I had two elderly uncles' wives and the rest were middle-aged, playing the game of sisters-in-law, forming factions against each other.

The crowd began to thin out little by little:
The girls of the family prepared mattresses in the middle of the hall for the Henna ❤️
All the girls gathered, and the bride sat in the center as they began applying henna to her while the girls sang.
Jihan: She was tense from their gazes.
They were all looking at her, her sisters, and her mother as if they were something strange and didn't belong to the family!
Qamar: She went to the kitchen and poured a glass of water. When she went to return to the hall, she saw Jana coming in crying with a bit of blood trickling from her nose.
Qamar: Jana! 😨 What’s wrong? What happened?
Jana: Speaking through her falling tears... I was sitting with the girls outside, and a guy came and hit me. I didn't do anything to him.
Qamar: Who was it?
Jana: Wiping her tears... How should I know? A little brat.
Qamar: She furrowed her brows, grabbed her sister’s hand, and walked out with malicious intent... Where is that low-life?
Jana: Pointed her finger... This one.
Qamar: She started shouting at him loudly. The brat was provoking her, and she kept raising her voice to the point where she was about to lay a hand on him—but suddenly, someone intervened between them!!
Qamar: It was the same guy I had seen twice before!... His eyes were terrifying... his brow was furrowed as if he was annoyed by something.
He pushed me back with just one hand!!
One hand was enough to send my whole body backward!!
As soon as he stood there, I noticed how terrified the brat was... he was almost crying like a baby.
He spoke in a loud voice, threatening him that if he ever spoke to one of the girls again, his day would be black!!
All the little boys got scared and left the house, whispering... Ghaith is here, Ghaith is here.
I went silent for a moment as I watched him walk away from me with his back turned... I knew Samah's words were right!!

Amany: Did you see the Eastern woman and her daughters??!
Wafaa: I saw them, cousin.
Houria: How beautiful is the girl wearing the trousers?
They all looked at Houria as if to say: "How can you praise her?!"
Houria: Why are you looking at me? Seriously, the girl is a 'piece.' This is what happens when you mix Eastern and Western production 😂❤️
Amina: Isn't this Qamar?! She used to be frizzy-haired and dark back then.
Ariyam: Ugh, as if my grandfather's house needed more 'cases' like this.
Bringing you the children of a drunkard, a pothead, someone unrefined.
Honestly, I'm keeping my distance; I have sisters and I'm afraid for them.
Amany: Laughed... My grandmother doesn't want them, and Mom, and even your mother doesn't want them!!
Ariyam: How bold of them to show up with such confidence.
Houria: Of course, Mama. If someone is told to come to luxury, would they say no?!
Ariyam: You're right, honestly.
Amany: You'll see, I'm going to stay after them until I make their lives miserable. The last thing we need is the children of the Easterner and the drunkard living with us.
They all went silent as they looked at Jihan and her mother with gazes full of obvious malice!!

🔥Novels of Banoutat Al-Sheikh🔥
🔥Arwa Al-Tahir Al-Mesallati🔥

Qamar: The noise of the Henna ended, and my sisters and I went up to our rooms.
As for Mom, she stayed downstairs chatting, even though she wasn't wanted and she knew it—but she was trying to fit in with them.
I put my head on the pillow after changing my clothes, remembering the details of my day.
The songs, the bride, and Samah... I laughed when I remembered her; that girl seems like she has a "screw loose" or something 😂
Until I remembered Ghaith!... The laugh faded from my face until it vanished.
I started thinking!!... After the wedding ends, how will they treat us? Especially Ghaith!!
There was a sense of fear and awe toward him, I don't know why!!
I kept thinking and thinking until sleep overcame me and I drifted off.

Ariyam: I feel like he's cheating on me, I swear I’m going to die.
Amina: Cheating on you?? Have you gone mad, Ariyam? We all know that Abdou adores you and did the impossible to make Grandpa agree to let him marry from outside the family.
Amany: My sister is right. Why would he cheat on you if he loves you?
Besides, thank God you married outside the family; no one is left now except me and my sister, and according to Grandpa's law, that means I'm for your brother Ghaith 🤤❤️❤️❤️
Amina: Is this the time for such talk?
Amany: I'm going to make coffee since everyone is asleep, and I'll make some for you.
Ariyam: She looked at Amina and began complaining to her, because Amina is her cousin and her friend since childhood; they never hid anything from each other.
He changed a lot at the beginning of our marriage... he doesn't like to talk to me like before, he's always busy and always with his friends, holding his phone for hours.
Amina: Try to search his phone!
Ariyam: I can't, he's with it all the time.
Amina: Held her hand... Calm yourself down for now.
Enjoy the wedding, and after it's over, we'll find a solution to this story.
Ariyam: Put her hand on her stomach, which was just starting to show, and sighed... Hopefully.
Amina: Rest now because tomorrow is an early start and the salon.
Amany: Entered holding a tray with hot water, Nescafé, and some wedding sweets... No, Mama, you two get up and drink with me. Those brats Houria and Wafaa are traitors; they said they’d stay up but have been asleep since 2:00.
Ariyam adjusted her seating, and she, Amina, and Amany began drinking and chatting all night.

Jihan: How was the atmosphere downstairs?!
Sumaya: It was fine.
Jihan: Looked at her mother with a look that didn't believe her.
Sumaya: Took a breath... It wasn't very good, but we have to endure so things can move forward.
Jihan: I wish we had traveled to the East to my uncles.
At least we would be at peace there.
Sumaya: Racism is here and there!
Even your uncles' family there—you'd find people talking about you behind your back.
Jihan: I'm not comfortable about the coming days. Did you see how they look at us!? And how they talk? It's clear they don't mean well... You know what?
I wish we had just run away.
Sumaya: Laughed... Maybe it’s for our own good. Go to sleep; tomorrow is a party, and after that—look, we entered their lives during a time of celebration.
Jihan: Hahaha.
Sumaya: Go to sleep, my daughter, and stop thinking so much.

Amany: Eating... Earlier, Amal's little boy gave me a heart attack.
He told me the bride had run away... and you wouldn't believe it, I grabbed my dress and ran to the room 😂😂😂
Ariyam: And why would she run away, poor thing?
Amany: How should I know... I went in and found her brushing her hair, just about to come out in her pink dress.
Amina: Amal's children are so good at lying; they aren't raised well at all.
Amany: Looked at Ikram (the bride) who was sleeping ❤️... I was afraid something from what happened had affected her and she really did run away.
Ariyam: Come on now, you have a wild imagination. That happens in TV series, not here... Anyway, I'm going to go to sleep.
Amina: Me too, enough for now.

Gemini said
Ikram: I was closing my eyes, pretending to be asleep... my hands and feet were decorated with henna.
I can't believe I am the bride!!
I can't believe I managed to overcome my failed love affair and go back to loving my fiancé.
Ah, it’s all because of my grandfather and his law... he made me get attached to my cousin and love him; we entered a relationship thinking the end would be marriage!
But my grandfather shocked us when he brought me a suitor, and of course, he too was one of our relatives, but a distant one 💔
What broke me was that my cousin didn't show any reaction!!
He didn't even speak!... He settled for saying "May God grant you happiness."
I cried for days and nights over everything that happened.
I cursed the whole family, I cursed my grandfather and his law, I cursed the house that kept my face in front of my cousin's face all the time.
The house that made my cousin watch me preparing for my wedding 💔
But thank God... when I gave my fiancé a chance, he turned out to be a good person! And I was able to adapt to him.
I haven't reached the level of love, I admit... but I can call it fondness... a fondness that allows me to live my coming days with him.
I don't know why today I remembered everything that happened to me!!
Maybe because it's my last day in the house... or more accurately, my last day in this prison.

The Second Day ⛅️⛅️⛅️

Qamar: There’s no need to tell you what happened from the start of the day.
Because almost this scene happens in every Libyan home.
No one cared about anything except their hair, clothes, and makeup, but my sisters and I were exhausted 💔
Mom, the whole time: "Get up Qamar to the kitchen," "Jihan, tidy the hall," "Jana, clean in front of the house"... as if we were servants.
I knew Mom was doing this to gain their approval and so we wouldn't feel like strangers, but honestly, the burden of everything was on us!... And in the end, we still faced the same looks of contempt 🤦🏻‍♀️

The Maghrib call to prayer sounded and we had just gone in to get ourselves ready, even though everyone else was already set!!
I wore a mid-length beige dress and applied light makeup.
I drew my eyebrows and eyeliner that made my eyes look a bit larger.
After much effort, Mom let me let my hair down after she perfumed me with incense a thousand times! 🤦🏻‍♀️

Jihan: She wore a simple white Turkish short dress.
She put her hair up in an updo with red high heels and accessories in the same color ❤️

The 3 girls went out with their mother to the car, and since their mother drives, she didn't rely on anyone to take them and left on her own.
To change their mood a bit, she played songs on the way, and Jana and Qamar almost went crazy in the car 😂

🔥Novels of Banoutat Al-Sheikh🔥
🔥Arwa Al-Tahir Al-Mesallati🔥

Qamar: We arrived at the hall. Mom and my sisters went in while I stood fixing my hair... I heard a voice next to me.
I kept looking in the mirror as if I was fixing myself, but I was stealing glances every now and then.

There was a woman, a bit older, I'd say around 40 years old!
She was talking on the phone and a few words caught my ear... "my love" and "my soul."
When the woman turned and her face was revealed, I realized she was my uncle's wife!
I was shocked and laughed... I said to myself, "Well, well."
My uncle is being romantic with her.
I let my hair fall behind my back, and as I was about to leave, she shocked me by saying:
"I’ll video call you today, my soul!!"
Qamar: I couldn't continue walking!!!
Shocked!?... If she was talking to my uncle, why would she video call him?... No, no Qamar, this is your uncle's wife, not some teenager!!
Maybe you heard wrong or something?!... and she continued her way.
She sat next to her mother, her mind racing with thoughts.

Amany: Sister, the bride 😂... the photographer has arrived.
Ikram: Standing in her white wedding dress ❤️ looking like a sweetheart.
Her mother was beside her, scenting her with incense.
Ikram: Let her in.
Amany: Please, come in.
The photographer: She entered, and nervousness was clear on her face!!
She greeted Ikram and sat down.
Ikram: Surprised... Where is Najla?
The photographer: Najla had an emergency; I came in her place. Don't worry, my photography is beautiful.
Ikram: No, it's fine, no harm done.
The photographer: Excuse me, Auntie, I want Ikram alone for a bit to take some shots here.
Khadija (mother of Ikram, Amany, and Amina): Alright then... she took the incense burner and left.

Jihan: I stayed sitting next to Mom, watching the girls of the family.
Each one had a dress and makeup stronger than the one before her.
The people's looks at us and them were obvious.
As if they were comparing us to one another!! While we have no connection to each other except the family name!
Smoothies, trifles, and dishes on the table of the most luxurious kind ❤️
My father, may God have mercy on him, always used to say that my grandfather's laws were difficult and not everyone could handle them.
But what I see is the whole family living comfortably and everything is fine!!

Qamar: My uncle's wife—her husband is staying out and she wants to video call him... Ugh, my mind is cluttered.
Sumaya: Where are you going?
Qamar: I’ll be right back, Mom, I'll fix my face and come.
Sumaya: Oh, from these girls and that's it.
Qamar: I left the noise of the hall and the songs and stood in front of the mirror looking at myself... I heard screams.
Wafaa: "What are you saying? My day is black!"... and she came running out of the bride's room into the hall.
Qamar: I moved a bit closer to the bride's room and saw Houria also coming out, her face indescribable... Qamar approached, not understanding anything.
Until Ghaith entered from the hall door.
Qamar: I froze in my place.. in this outfit and with my hair without a veil, he caught a fleeting glimpse of me and entered the room without paying any attention.
Situations were chaotic, and my shock increased when my eyes fell on Amany slapping her face and saying: "The wedding is canceled, it's canceled"... To be continued.

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This compelling social drama follows the journey of Qamar and her family as they are thrust into a world of opulence and cruelty following the sudden death of her father. Forced by a stern grandfather to move into a massive, castle-like mansion, Qamar, her mother, and her two sisters must navigate the rigid laws of a family that once disowned them. The "Family from Hell" is not just a title but a reflection of the deep-seated malice, classism, and bitterness that reside within the walls of the grand estate. As outsiders in their own bloodline, the sisters face constant scrutiny and psychological warfare from aunts, cousins, and a cold-hearted grandmother. Beyond the initial culture shock, the narrative dives deep into the dark underbelly of the elite, uncovering layers of betrayal, infidelity, and long-buried secrets. Qamar, with her sharp wit and observant nature, begins to see past the polished marble floors and glittering chandeliers to the rot beneath. The story expertly balances the personal struggles of the sisters—ranging from the quiet Jihan to the rebellious Jana—with the overarching mystery of the family’s power dynamics. Central to this tension is the figure of Ghaith, the family’s enforcer, whose presence commands both fear and curiosity. As the sisters try to preserve their dignity and honor, they find themselves entangled in a web of scandals, including a mysterious runaway bride and forbidden romances that threaten to topple the family's reputation. The novel explores themes of resilience, the weight of patriarchal traditions, and the struggle to find light in a place governed by darkness. It is a gripping saga where every smile hides a dagger, and every room in the mansion holds a secret that could either destroy or liberate the girls. Ultimately, Qamar must decide if she will succumb to the family’s "hell" or burn it all down to find her own freedom.

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The sharp-tongued and observant protagonist; a university student who is the first to notice the family’s hypocrisy and hidden scandals.

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The powerful and feared grandson who manages the family’s affairs; he is a man of few words but possesses immense authority over everyone.

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The resilient mother of the three girls; she endures humiliation from her in-laws to ensure a roof over her daughters' heads.

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The eldest sister; she is peaceful, quiet, and often chooses to remain silent to avoid conflict

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The youngest sister; a high-spirited girl who frequently gets into trouble with the extended family.

Saliha

The stern and cold-hearted grandmother who harbors deep resentment toward her son's widow and children

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