Always Marwa is my stupid friend, she is suspicious of her fingers. She always interferes with what she does not care about. I know Marwa for years. She has never changed. She likes to listen to people and know their stories. Sometimes I feel as if she is being drawn to speak, in her strange way, her innocent blue eyes and her love for listening. Hanoun loves to help people always and listen well All her patients love her and come to the lab in order to talk to her, Marwa did not embarrass anyone before this is her strange hobby Love listening to stories and the tragedies of others foolishness less pain to you as a strange foolish girl.
Marwa called me a little while ago, saying with a confused voice:
- Mona I want you to tell me did the old woman killed her husband?
I do not know if she threw his bite in my face I began to laugh strongly, saying: - Marwa Habibti Lost your mind?
- No, but I ask you, did the old woman kill her husband? Tell me, do you know about those things?
Her voice was confused, tense and not denying that there was a story behind her question I told her seriously: - I do not know about any old woman talking to you, Marwa, did she tell me the story from the beginning to understand, I heard her breath on the phone and then I said: I know that old man for years, my friend, she is a permanent customer of the lab know her and her husband are drunk patients and come every week or ten The old woman told her about her torment with her husband. He was always beating and insulting her. I saw it myself when he came with her to the lab to pull a sample. He was nervous, sick with first class sugar. He was always nervous and his voice was high on the old man. Always sad and disgruntled because of the husband's insults are the only ones I doubt Three or four times to pull the blood sample from her and she was crying to me as she told me what her husband was doing with her.
I was sorry for her, the woman is sick of sugar and heart can not move only with a three-legged iron buttocks based on it was running away from her husband to sit with me in the laboratory excited and analyzed and I knew and let her speak and speak and tell me what is in her heart for comfort came to me yesterday old leaning on her iron crutch was Waha Mounir I do not know I felt very comfortable. I have known her well for years. I asked her curiously: Why did not she come to the lab two months ago since she married her son? I remember that in May and before Ramadaan, I would not forget that I never forget my prayers. I consider them my children and my friend. Some of them are from me and I know the story of each patient's life I have
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