The orphan girl and her father

Wasaif for the taxi... Okay, friend, stop here...

The taxi... Mama Dinar's bill...

Wasaif took the money out of her purse, gave it to the taxi driver, and went on her way...

When she entered the hospital, she looked left and right and felt that everyone was staring at her. She adjusted her veil and her coat

and lowered her head and continued on her way, carrying her father's belongings with her...

When she reached the room, she put her hand on the door, sighed, and entered. Dr. Muhammad stopped her...

Dr. Muhammad: Sister Waseef, excuse me...

Waseef: Yes, Doctor, what do you want?

Dr. Muhammad: I don't want to upset you, but I want to talk to you in my office.

Waseef: Okay, Doctor, has something happened to my father?

Dr. Muhammad: Nothing bad has happened, but I want you to...

Waseef... God willing, I'll just put my things at my father's house and come back...

Waseef entered her father's room, put her things on the table, and went to Dr. Muhammad...

Knock, knock, knock... the sound of the door

Dr. Muhammad... Come in, Waseef...

Waseef... Please come in...

Dr. Muhammad... Waseef, your father has been here in the hospital for two weeks and I haven't seen any of his family here.

I need someone to talk to him about your father's condition...

Waseef... I'm not a man, Doctor...

Dr. Muhammad... God bless you, but you are a young girl. Go to your classes, especially since exams are coming up, my daughter...

Waseef... What good are exams when my father is in the hospital...

Dr. Muhammad... No, my daughter, they will be good for you later, but tell me, what do you have, brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts...?

Wassif sighed. I have them, Doctor, but only on paper. Just my name and my father's name, which is similar to theirs.

How old are they, Doctor? Pick up the phone and call my father. You've known my father for five years. He's

sick with diabetes, and I'm a girl. I was 11 years old when I started struggling with my father. I have no mother, no brothers, no relatives, and no

to support me since I was a child. I lost my childhood, all my sadness, all my tears. I'm afraid that one day I'll be left alone.

No mother, no father...

Dr. Muhammad, where is your mother, my daughter?

Waseef laughed sarcastically. My mother, my mother, what do you mean, doctor?

Dr. Muhammad, how is your mother?

Waseef, my mother disappeared a long time ago, when I was five years old. My mother, doctor, is she Kuwaiti or Bahraini?

My mother is a foreign national. My father honored her and treated her well, but she denied him and brought strange men into my father's house. After that, I never saw her again, and neither did my father. She knows how men value their honor, Doctor. How could the person closest to him, his wife, do such a thing?

Dr. Muhammad, what about your brothers?

Wasaif... No, my father is alone...

Dr. Muhammad... Can you give me their numbers or names so I can talk to them?

Wasaif... No, by God, Doctor, I've never seen them...

Dr. Muhammad... How come you've never seen them? Aren't they in Kuwait? How many of them are there, Wasaif?

Wasaif... Three, excluding my father, Khalid, who lives in Saudi Arabia and is a big businessman there.

My second uncle, Abdullah, lives in Kuwait and is a good man. The third is Saad, who lives with my older uncle. I don't know if they have children or not. I have aunts, but I don't know...

Dr. Muhammad... Can I ask you a personal question, Wasayf?

Wasayf... Ask away, Doctor. I promise you, I'll treat you like my own father...

Dr. Muhammad... Why did your family split up and why are you estranged from your father?

Waseef... I'll tell you, Doctor... My father went to work in Saudi Arabia and got Saudi citizenship.

He registered all his property in the name of my younger uncle Saad. My uncle was greedy for my father's money, so he took it all from my father.

My father was deceived by this, so he fought with my uncle because they thought the money was really in my uncle Saad's name.

They didn't know about the agreement between my father and my uncle. My father left and traveled to London, where he stayed for

two years. He married my mother and had me, but then my mother divorced him and my father fell ill. The day came when I saw my uncle

in...

Dr. Muhammad... Where are you living? Who has been supporting you for the past two weeks?

I'm living in an annex that even a cat wouldn't live in because we sold our house to pay for

my father's medical expenses, and we are living on my father's pension, which is barely enough to cover

my father's debts.

Dr. Muhammad, may God help you, my daughter, and give you patience. If you need anything, just ask.

Waseef, thank you, Doctor. I hope you can help me with my father.

Dr. Muhammad, no, by God, you are a good girl, Waseef.

Waseef... She smiled... Excuse me, Doctor...

Dr. Muhammad... You have my permission... But regarding the operation, we will do it in two weeks...

Waseef... Okay, Doctor, as you see fit... But Waseef frowned and her son noticed it

from her eyes, which were visible behind her veil...

Wasaif walked down the corridors, heading to her father's room, when she bumped into one of her friends...

Gram, how are you, Wasaif?

Wasaif, how are you? I'm fine...

Gram, I came because my father hasn't come out yet...

Waseef... No, by God, we're still waiting for the operation...

Gram... He's doing well...

Waseef... I'm coming here...

Gram... I didn't tell you...

Waseef... No, no...

Gram... My sister Fatoum had two girls and named them Gram and Waseef...

Waseef... Hahahahahahahahaha Congratulations, I called Fatoum and she said, “Come on over.”

Gram... Fatoum gave birth and she said, “Come on over.”

Waseef... Yes, I'll go ask my father for permission and see Fatoum...

Gram... Okay...

Gram is Wasayf's soulmate and one of the members of the group of five girls.

Wasayf (She is 16 years old and the most beautiful of them because she is tall and has a nice body, soft hair, and a soft and thick complexion. She is a beautiful girl with a soft complexion and is very feminine. The best thing about her is her big eyes, which are a color between honey and green).

Gram (16 years old, a beautiful girl who is cheerful and has crazy sideburns).

Fatima (Gram's sister, 18 years old, married for a year, and has a daughter who is just like her sister).

Asma (Their friend, who is the most popular girl in school. She is a little shy and a little mischievous, but she is the same age as her friends).

Shafa (This girl comes from a large family and has many brothers and sisters, but she is shy and sensitive.

She is quick-tempered and quick with her hands, and they call her “Booazab” because she is the same as her sister and loves dark songs. She always wears her brother's pants under her school uniform, and she is close to her mother's sister, her mother's cousin's daughter...

((...When she enters school, she forgets everything else and changes from a sad girl to a cheerful girl.

She loves school and hates anything called vacation. It's not that she loves studying, but the place where she laughs from

the bottom of her heart is school with her friends...))

Waseef entered her father's room and found him awake. Her father, who was worried about her because she was late...

Wasaif's father... Where are you, Wasaif? I was worried about you...

Wasaif... I came and found you asleep, so I went to Dr. Muhammad to ask about your health, and on the way I saw

Gram. What did I tell you, Fatima? She gave birth to a baby. Give her my regards...

Abu Wasif... No, no, congratulations, Gram, and may you be blessed, Wasif. I am happy for you.

Gram... May God bless you. We will be happy for you when you leave the hospital...

Abu Wasif... Hahahahahahaha. Amen, my daughter, and don't stay up late studying.

Gram. Don't worry, your daughter Dafur will succeed, uncle.

Bo Wasayf... Say what God wills...

Wasayf... and pat Gram on the shoulder. Let me go to Fatima...

Gram... Goodbye, uncle.

...

They went to the maternity ward at Fatima's...

Wasayf... Bo Fatoum...?

Fatima... She looks at them out of the corner of her eye. I'll talk to you later. I'm busy and I have two visitors.

Saif... We're supposed to leave now, then we'll go to Sawalfaj...

Fatima... I didn't tell you how the birth went... Listen...

Saif... Say, listen...

And at that moment, Shafa enters with her sister Ashwaq, carrying porridge and bread, and wearing her veil.

And their neighbor and friend, Asma.

Shafa... I'm coming to you, so you can tell me what happened with the birth.

Fatima... No, no, let's leave Shafa alone.

Shu'afa... I'm thinking, what did you bring to eat? Bring something healthy, and with it, something that will warm the heart, and I

will make something with my own hands and life...

Fatima... And what did my second mother bring me...

Gram... Except for my mother, where is she...

Fatima... No, no, no, go tidy my room and my brother's room, they'll be back soon...

And you'll look after him and open the door and bring a spoon and put it in Fatima's hand...

Fatima... No, no, no, stop it, I'll be back...

Look at him... and keep your eyes open... I'll tell you to eat it...

Fatima... I don't want to see you calling my husband...

Look at him... Eat it, eat it, it's the best...

Ashwaq... Let her be...

Look at him... From your bones, Antami.

And... Look at him, don't be silly, let's talk.

Look at him. And you're not changing your mind.

And... What do you want me to do?

Look at him. We'll leave it to Fatoum.

And... Yes, I'll go to my room, goodbye.

Look at him... Wait, I'll tell you... . I'm not Fatoum, what are you going to call them...?

Fatoum... I don't know, but definitely...

Shu'fa... Call her Shu'fa and name her after me, and whatever you want, and every day milk diapers and raise her.

Shu'fa... You're making it complicated...

Shu'fa... Here I am, I'm not complicated...

Asma... Are you against complications?

Shufa... She and Asma are always like that because they are the salt of the earth...

Shufa... You're right... You're right...

Asma... She's like a olive tree

Shufa... Go on, you look like you're saying Zakaria Zakaria... And you keep saying... Bk bk bkGirls... Hahahahahahahah Because the cook changed it... ?

The girls laughed and chatted between Tatan and so on until 7:30 in the evening.

Then their brother Rakan came in, and he was a salty and lovable boy... ?

As soon as he entered... She threw herself at him because she was dying for him, saying, “I'm dying of heaviness.”

Oh, my heart, oh, my heart... The girls started laughing at her and trying to make her feel heavy, and Rakan was embarrassed.

When he saw the girls, he went outside...

He gathered her plates and took the spoon from Fatima's hand. .

Fatima... I'm eating...

Shu'afa... Don't show it... It's forbidden for girls to go out. We went out and left Rakan outside...

The girls... Hahahahahahaha

Shu'afa... Oh God, take all the girls and go to your father's house.

Wasaif... Yes... Shu'afa, go with God, go with God...

Shu'afa... The important thing is to study hard, because tomorrow the end-of-year exams will begin.

Asma, my dear, third secondary or not, let's save our studies for fourth secondary.

And you, go and find your father, who is dead with fear for you. I hope to see you all well.

Ashwaq... Are you going to sleep at your father's house? The house is empty...

Waseef... Yes, I'll stay at home...

Ashwaq... What if a thief breaks into your house and steals your belongings? What will you do then?

Waseef... Uncle, what can a thief steal? He'll just take our money and fill our fridge with food...

Girls... Hahahahahahahahahaha

She saw her family gathered around her mother and her children and her father, holding her mother and happy that she had been discharged from the hospital. Saif stood there, not wanting to leave, and sat watching them, wishing she was among them or had a family like theirs. The family left... and Saif went in to her father...

Waseef... How are you feeling now? I hope you're better...

Waseef's father... He doesn't answer her and watches TV...

Waseef... I'm worried about you...

Waseef's father... Look at the time...

Waseef... I'm late, it's only an hour and a half...

Waseef's father... An hour and a half, and I'm on edge, my mind is racing, I was afraid for you...

Waseef... Why are you afraid? Don't worry, even if I sold the whole world, I would still love you...

Abu Wasayf... smiled at her...

Wasayf... went to her father and hugged him... May God not deprive me of seeing you, my dear...

Abu Wasayf... tears welled up in his eyes...

...and he sat thinking with his heart...