Searching for an Answer

Hind couldn't sleep that night.

She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind racing with thoughts. The phone was on the table next to her, silent, but its mere presence was enough to make her feel tense.

Who was this person? And how did they know all these details about her?

She tried to calm herself with logic. Maybe it was just a professional hacker, or someone who was deliberately watching her closely, but why? And why choose now to show up?

She turned on her side and grabbed her phone. She reopened the conversation and scanned the messages one by one, hoping to find something that would reveal the identity of the unknown number. No profile picture, no information, nothing but messages that seemed to be pushing her toward something.

Curiosity was stronger than fear.

She decided she wouldn't just sit there. She had to do something.

She got up, opened her laptop, and started searching.

Her first thought was to try to trace the number. But she quickly realized that this would not be easy. The person who sent her the messages was a professional, no doubt about it. The number was not linked to any public accounts, and no information appeared when she searched for it online.

That's when she remembered Salem.

Salem was not just a cybersecurity expert, he was someone with an excellent reputation for detecting breaches and tracking the sources of cyberattacks. They had never communicated directly before, but she followed his content constantly and admired his extraordinary ability to uncover digital secrets.

She hesitated a little before writing him an email.

"Hi Salem, I know we've never spoken before, but I need your help with something important. I've been receiving strange messages from an unknown person who claims to know personal details about me. I don't have enough evidence, but I have a strong feeling that this is no ordinary person. Can we talk?"

She pressed send and waited.

Long minutes passed, then an hour, and still no reply.

She shut down her computer, but her mind remained preoccupied with the matter.

When she finally lay down on her bed, her phone was still beside her, as if she expected a new notification to pop up at any moment.

It wasn't long before that happened.

A notification from the same app rang. A new message from the unknown number.

"It won't do you any good to look for me this way, Hind."

She gasped softly. Was he watching her now?

Her hand trembled as she typed quickly:

"Who are you? How do you know all this about me?"

The reply came immediately.

"The wrong questions won't get you the right answers."

She felt frustrated and angry. It was like a game, but she didn't want to be part of it.

"Why are you doing this?"

"To show you the truth."

She clenched her teeth. The same sentence again. What truth?

Before she could write another reply, a new notification appeared, but it wasn't from the unknown number.

It was from Salem.

"Hi Hend, this sounds interesting. I need some details. Can we talk now?"

She stared at the screen, realizing that things were getting serious.

She looked at the messages in front of her, then took a deep breath.

Maybe, just maybe, she was about to get involved in something bigger than she had imagined.