Please, I will push the door when I go out, even if I return when Lawisa is closed. They say you don't want to leave a scorpion sting, so I'll leave it until morning."
Lawisa said, “That's it, you're back, may God protect us. By God, that's why I always comfort them, Siama, my thoughts are with them, may God make us see this pain pass safely.”
Fauziya answered and left. The clerk behind them walked around, and before she could finish, she saw the shop was closed. She looked at the hundred pieces of change in her hand.
“After Bala's chemise, where should I take Fatima?”
Fauziya was thinking, and a thought came to her mind. She quickly picked up the phone and called Kabir's number, but it was still switched off. So she decided to go to their shop, thinking that it was because he had no charge that his phone was switched off. She headed towards the street, where there were not many people at that time except for a few people going back and forth. Her heart was heavy as she walked, because of Fatima's cries about the pain in her legs and back.
She waited for a while on the street, but there was no one to straighten the lines, so she decided to start walking. Because Kabir's shop is accessible on foot, but it is a long walk. She was walking, weaving in her mind, and despite all her persuasion to Fatima, she refused to remain silent. She saw a line straightener, and quickly went in and raised her hand. He passed her, but seeing the support behind her made him turn back.
“Where on earth did this crying girl come from?”
The soldier glared at her, questioning her.
“My daughter said, 'I'm going to her father's shop. She shot a scorpion and I'm going to take her to the chemist's.”
Fauziya said tiredly, the look of disbelief he gave her made her look back a little and say.
“Fatima, tell him what happened to your leg.”
Fatima cried out again, “Your mother-in-law shot me, my leg is broken. Please remove your mother-in-law's needle.”
The man then looked at Fatima, and saw the same thing as they were doing with her mother. He told Fauziya to come in, and after she sat down, he led them past.
They didn't walk very far and when they finished, she handed the tailor the two hundred shekels to take his money. He told her to just go, and after thanking him, she headed towards the lane where Kabir's tailor shop was. As she was about to leave the shop, she saw someone come out with a key and prepare to lock it.
“Peace be upon you.”
Fauziya greeted him, and the man answered her while inserting the key into the door.
“Please, what about Kabir?”
He looked at her carefully, and saw that her appearance did not resemble that of someone who would receive stitches. And even if she were to receive stitches, she would be dead by twelve o'clock, and he saw that it wa
