inside is not your cup, it's fruits, and I know there's none of it that you eat. It's a tree, I'm used to them all the time, that's why you're asking women to pick them up and give them to you. Even though they've learned, they can't really swallow them," he replied, heading for the door.

            She watched him go, her mouth watering, feeling in her heart that she was just being mean and made him buy her the fruit. This fruit drinking and her vegetarianism were making her miserable, her daily work was like a camel's.

"I won't sit around fighting with fruit, I'm stronger than this, let's embrace the fruit of the tree, don't let it go and shock someone," she said, rubbing her face with oil. Even though she was done, she didn't look for powder, only perfume, and started looking for clothes to wear.

             Tired, he pushed open the door of his room, prepared to take off his clothes, sprinkled water, and went to the mosque to pray the evening prayer. Within five seconds, all of his body and the horse's head were completely exhausted.

              The way he left the room in the morning, he found it, nothing had changed. Even the comb he had combed his head before leaving, sitting with his head tilted over the mirror. His breath hitched and his heart was filled with a kind of boiling. He had told her many times, whenever her dirtyness moved, she would go and get it, since he could do it, but she made sure that the dirtyness did not affect him in any way.

            The doorbell rang after he leaned his briefcase against the wall and went back to the living room where he left the children. Looking at the ledger he had left for them, they only chopped up the fruit and left it there, not even the place they had left it. From Khalil who was six years old to Haneefa who was ten years old and eleven, he wondered what was wrong with them. Alhassan and Alhussain who were eight years old and nine years old remembered, at their age they could clean the room and mop the floor, they could wash and wash their mother and sister's little undies, most of the time he would even pray, she said to herself

"Let them do their own thing for us, if they don't believe, I'll give them to someone I have, and some of them are also married to other men, if they can, they can even see that the women they are going to marry are also relaxed, some of them will buy them some money for housework, or some other necessity if they get the women, right?" Hanci scolded her.

"You're just teasing me, Rukki," she laughed, holding his fingers.

"Oh my god, daddy, what about your mother's upbringing? Even if she doesn't teach you housework, she teaches you something more important than this, the ability to take care of your family, a heart of love, tenderness, and kindness." The way her words came out of her mouth doubled her value in his heart, and made him feel her weight again and not want to remember things that had happened in the past.

"Your honor," he said to Khalil, after passing by he looked at Haneefa.

“Haneefah”

"Daddy" she replied.

“Put the food you've eaten in the fridge, put the rest in the trash, and if I bring anything you haven't eaten, stop spoiling it like that, because your younger siblings will see it and learn from it.”

"Tom," she simply said, reaching into your lap and starting to clean the area, which you could see was unfamiliar to her.

             He shook his head and went back to his bedroom. She didn't come for a few minutes, and he felt like he was going to faint, so he just reached out and started taking off his clothes, putting them on over the ones he had taken off in the morning.

             When he finished, he heard her push the door open, still holding her chest, he wondered what she had been doing since he entered the room and left until now, she hadn't looked for anything to wear, she had not freed herself from the chest.

"I see," she said, wanting to find a room for herself, because since she came in, she had already discovered what had happened. Shaf had completely forgotten about the matter of cleaning his room, since she had spent the day trying to find a remedy that would work for her, sharp sharp, as she was doing, and even now, thank God, she was starting to feel the signs of it in her body, the rest of him.

               He looked back, trying to swallow his anger, and then he saw Khalil next to her.

"Go to Haneefa's house," he said to the boy, his anger taking its toll. For a quarter of a century, they had no way of entering the house from him to his sister, even if they could follow their parents or enter without distinguishing between appropriateness and inappropriateness, today was the end and he had to make her repair the building that was broken, he wouldn't let them continue to grow up on this.

"Is this how my room should be?" he said, guarding her with a suspicious look after Khalil's departure. She put her hand on her head and kissed it.

“By God, I've been working since morning.”

"Yes, I saw a sign at home," he replied, turning around and entering the bathroom.

              He could not bathe in it because God poured a lot of water on him, so he went to the hypo clinic and washed the toilet with his own hands and mixed the water for bathing. He bathed in a hurry because of the rush of time, he said that no matter how much he wanted to go out, the time was almost over for him, the second thing he hated was that he lost his temper, he came out and just threw on a jalabiya and hurriedly left.

               He could not remember missing the evening prayer even when he was in the ruqayya section, because whatever he wanted, she would provide for him before he needed it. There was a huge gap between her and him, he tried his best to pretend to be fair and hide it in his dealings with them as much as he could, but not even once did Zainab's eyes fail to see it.

             She always spoke one to two, Ruqayya dominated him, that's why she only wanted what she wanted, he didn't seem fair between them despite her efforts to be kind to him. He was at a loss for what kind of justice she was seeking after this? What did she want him to do to her? With this thought in mind, he reached the mosque, took off his shoes and entered.

               He did not enter the house until after the Isha prayer, because he had no intention of staying in the house the entire time.