Chapter XXIX. Within her was a curse

-The boy is in pain, Alara; stop what you’re doing.

Said, laughing crudely, “Since when did you care about Marwan, Hatshepsut?!” As best as I can recall, you wanted to kill him.

-You are obstinate and uncaring, and living with you is incredibly exhausting. You have everything a woman could hope for, including a wealthy and attractive husband, a generous giver, and a brilliant, polite boy, but you refuse to live that way and won’t let me! You are incapable of appreciating life.

-Shut up, bitch, that’s what I’m missing! A dancer gives me tips.

Angrily she added: Marwan is my son, and I will not allow you to harm him as you did my mother.

-But you do the opposite, Alara, listen to my advice, I will not let you down.

-Hatshepsut, you are a liar and a cheater. You want Marwan killed, that’s all. You will get him if I give myself over to you and follow your instructions, just like you did with Qamar earlier.

Even Hatshepsut was not spared from it, this curse that took control of Zainab, yet, she became a persecuted prisoner for Alara, seeking salvation by whatever means.

Every night Marwan watched his mother in secret, and when he closed his eyes, she assumed he was asleep. However, when she was left alone in another room, she began to argue with herself and talk to the walls, and soon he realized that something else inside her, another woman, her name was Hatshepsut.

she was actually harboring Hatshepsut inside of her.

The conflict between them began to spiral out of control; Hatshepsut is cleverly evil, takes her needs, imposes her power, but she has known purposes in the end, if she took them, she lived and made others live in peace. The most important of which is securing transportation, and the rest of the purposes are easy, simple and within reach. She only wants to survive, get rich, play, red nights like those that were in the era of Zainab and Hassan.

As for Alara, she is a failure in everything, even life. She does not know how to live it, stupid, naive, and insignificant.

There is no room for peace, as long as Alara resists and suppresses her, the devil inside her will not calm down, and the victim in the midst of this conflict is the boy, who pays the price every day in a war in which he is not a party, and he has nothing to do with it.

Sardar is a wanderer there, living his days as he pleases, with nothing but his son and a conjugal visitation every few months, while Hatshepsut’s luster is fading day by day and Alara’s beauty is withering swiftly.

Between his terrible reality and the insanity of two women, Marwan is lost.

He has no idea who among them is the devil and who is his mother.

He lost his senses and became even more insane than before.