I was driven by what you cannot name, but I was like a sail filled with the wind that must move. It happened that I moved and knocked on the room door with one light knock, as they taught me in school, and then I entered. My goal was that I stood in the middle of the room, and then my feet were planted as if I were one of the tables set up. My eyes began to move between the people sitting in hatred, determination, fear, and shame until I noticed that my stepmother's face was disguising and bullying. My father began to wake up from the trance of conversation, notice my attitude and see the change in my face, and say: In the name of God, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.. This boy's situation tonight is strange.. What's wrong with you, Hosni?!
I took a long breath as if I was going to dive under water, and I tried to speak, but I could not. There were two pairs of eyes to my father's right and left, sparking and looking at me with silent threats, so the words froze on the tip of my tongue. My stepmother pursed her lips in astonishment and disapproval, suggesting to my father that he should be angry, so he became angry, and shouted at me at the top of his voice: You fool, there are words on your face. What do you want to say?