LOGIN- Inside a fancy café in the evening
**Dima** and **Ghada** are sitting at a table by the window overlooking the street. The place is relatively quiet, with dim lighting that reflects on Ghada's tense face. [Ghada's phone rings] Ghada (looks at the screen and sighs) picks up the phone and holds it to her ear. Ghada: Hello? Who is it? Wael (voice on the phone) Wael: It's me, Wael... I love you, Ghada, and I don't know why you don't like hearing my voice! I'm ready to do anything to make you love me... Ghada (sharply) I told you before... I don't love you and I never will. Go find another girl who loves the nonsense of love. Wael (his voice becoming aggressive) Fine, listen... I won't leave you! It's either me or no one. Goodbye, my beauty. [Ghada ends the call and puts the phone down] Dima (notices her tension) Who was that? What's wrong, Ghada? This call has really got to me. Ghada (angrily, exhaling) That animal! He keeps calling and texting... He wants me to love him by force! -Trying to stay calm Malik is sitting on his bed, leaning back against the headboard. He looks suffocated and anxious. He picks up his phone and makes a call. Malik (in a choked voice): Hello? Amal (on the phone): Hello, my love. Malik: Where are you, Auntie? I feel suffocated. I need to go outside and get some fresh air. Amal: I'm sorry, my love. I went out—your Uncle Hussein is back from his trip, and I'm with him now. The car keys are on the table next to my bed. Take them and go for a drive. Malik: Okay. Thank you, Auntie. Amal: Take care, my love. Malik: Goodbye. Malik hangs up, gets out of bed, and goes to Amal's room. In the hallway, he meets Sophia. Malik (worried): What happened? Are you okay? Sophia (trying to calm herself): Like I told you... I slipped and hurt my leg, that's why I screamed. I'm fine. Malik: I'm going out to clear my head. Do you want to come with me? Sophia (tired): No, you go... I just want to sleep. Take care. Malik: Okay. Malik enters Amal's room. He finds the key on the table next to the bed, puts it in his pocket, and leaves the room. Between what we want and what fate wants for us Hussein and Amal are in the car. Hussein: Who is Malik? Amal: This is Malik, my nephew Nasser's son. After Nasser died, I brought him and his sister Sophia to live with me. They have no one else in this world but me, and I play both roles, father and mother. Their situation is truly difficult, Hussein, after the deaths of Nasser and Nour. Hussein: Yes, yes, Malik and Sophia are your brother Nasser's children. I'm sorry, you know how long I've been traveling. Hussein: All this happened and I didn't know anything. Why didn't you tell me? In circumstances like these, I should have been by your side. Amal: I didn't want to bother you or burden you. I know you're always busy and your time is never your own. Hussein: But in circumstances like these, you should have told me. You forgot that Nasser is also my friend. Tell me, how did Nasser die and who died first? Nasser was always healthy and took care of himself, and Nour also didn't suffer from any illness. Amal: No, this is a very sad story. Not now, I'll tell you later. Hussein: I'm sorry if I reopened a wound that's causing you pain. I didn't mean to upset you. Amal: It's alright, that was a long time ago. Malik and Sophia are the ones who feel extremely tired and suffer from disturbing anxieties and nightmares. They haven't been able to live normal lives since their parents died; it's as if they've gone into a hysterical state. Hussein: You've truly saddened me about the boys. -Dima and Ghada: Forced Love?! Dima: Enough, Ghada. You'll stay like this because of a man who doesn't deserve your tears. Ghada: That scoundrel has infuriated me. He doesn't understand that a lover is obedient to the one they love. Let's go. Ghada got up, grabbed her bag, and took her phone. Dima got up too, and they headed to the car. Dima sat behind the wheel with Ghada beside her. Ghada: Dima, take me home. I want to be alone. Dima: What will you do at home alone? Ghada: I'm sorry, I'm suffocating and I need this. Dima: Okay, whatever you choose. -Malik drives Amal's car- breathing in the fresh air. Malik drives down the street. He plays the cassette player and listens to music, breathing in the air. His mood begins to improve, and the first hint of a suppressed smile appears on his face. -Hussein and Amal at the beautiful house. Hussein and Amal are inside the car. The car stops in front of the gate of his large villa. Hussein honks the horn and waits for the doorman. The doorman opens the gate. The doorman says: Thank God for your safety, Mr. Hussein. He opens the gate. Hussein: Thank you, Uncle Sayed. Hussein drives into the villa. Sayed closes the gate. -Ghada and Wael: Love can kill!!! Dima stops the car in front of Ghada's villa. Ghada: Thank you, Dima. Sorry I locked you out today. Dima: Don't worry, you always lock me out. Dima laughs, and Ghada laughs back with a forced laugh. Ghada opens the car door and Dima gets out. Dima: Goodbye. Ghada: Goodbye. Ghada is a few meters from the villa's door. The street is dark and deserted. She's surprised to find Wael standing in front of her. Ghada: You're watching me too, following me around? Wael: I love you, Ghada. You have to understand that, and I won't let you go. You don't know what you mean to me. I dream about you when I sleep. I can't live without you. Ghada: You're crazy, for sure. I've told you more than once, I could never know anyone like you. You don't see yourself. Wael: You can never belong to anyone else, understand? Ghada: Neither you nor anyone else, get out of my way! Ghada took a step forward. Wael hugged Ghada, touched her, and pulled at her clothes, exposing her body. Fadwa screamed, her scream echoing throughout the city, exposing Wael. He pulled out a sharp metal blade and stabbed Ghada. She fell to the ground, blood gushing from her wound. Wael fled, running, thinking he had escaped.In Chalet No. 11, Nilly and Adel were sitting in the living room; each of them occupied a separate corner. Adel sat there, lost in thought, thinking about Nilly and Naomi—about what the two women might have been talking about—and wondering whether Nilly would turn out to be like Naomi.Meanwhile, Nilly was sitting in the bedroom on the rocking chair, thinking about Naomi.Adel stood up and headed toward the bedroom. He entered the room, stopped in front of Nilly, and said, “You were late at the beach.”Nilly replied, “I was sitting with Naomi.”“Naomi?” Adel said.“Yes,” Nilly answered. “I had to talk to her after I learned about her illness. We’ve been friends since childhood. Even after the problems that happened between you, that doesn’t prevent me from standing by her in what she’s going through with this illness.”In Chalet No. 9, Adam and Naomi sat side by side, while Yassin and Laila sat next to each other at the dining table. They were sharing a meal in a calm, romantic atmosp
The black car was still parked in the same spot it had occupied since morning. Inside, Malik, Daniel, Dima, and Magda Rovan sat silently, their eyes fixed on the villa with tense anticipation. The midday heat had subsided slightly, but the tension inside the car burned hotter than ever.The silence was broken by the sound of a small red car pulling up in front of the villa's gate. Inside sat a young man and woman—elegantly dressed, their faces composed and confident.The guards opened the gate immediately, without hesitation, as if they knew the visitors well. The car rolled inside, and the gate closed firmly once more. The guards resumed their posts, weapons at hand, their mere presence enough to send chills through anyone who passed.Inside, the red car stopped at the villa's grand entrance. Stepping in was Shadi Ramzi, the hairdresser known for his forced smile and overly polished style, and beside him, Linda Saber, his silent assistant—her face as cold and expressionless as carved
Inside the roomThe room was bathed in trembling shadows cast by a yellow lamp. Masks lay scattered on the table—silent faces watching, witnessing, but saying nothing. Malik stood before them, examining each one with strange precision, as if reading the spirits trapped behind their hollow eyes. He lifted a mask, placed it against his own face, looked in the mirror, then slowly removed it to try on the next… until he stopped at the woman’s mask.With deliberate calm, he approached Magda, lifted the mask, and pressed it gently—then firmly—against her face until it molded to her skin. His voice came low, carrying both persuasion and a strange, dark tenderness:This mask will make you stronger…stronger in ways you cannot undo. There are paths we take from which there is no turning back—but sometimes, we must walk them to the end. Let the fear go. "Let me help you accept who you've become." Magda stood motionless, as if under a silent spell. Her breath quickened, her hands trembled. Around
NightMalik’s car stopped on the street, a few meters from the minister’s villa, enveloped by the shadows of the trees and the heavy night. The dim yellow lights from the streetlights cast broken lines on the ground, their reflections dancing across the car as if watching everyone come and go.Malik sat behind the wheel, wearing a mask of deceit, his eyes scanning every movement, every light, every shadow. Beside him sat Daniel, wearing a mask of happiness, silently observing Malik’s reactions. In the back seat, Dima and Rovan sat behind their prosthetic masks, waiting for instructions, their eyes taking in every small detail with alertness.In front of the villa’s gate, the guards paced back and forth. The bodyguards carried heavy automatic weapons, their arms taut, their eyes sharp, missing nothing. The sound of their footsteps on the pavement echoed like the heartbeat of the night, while the reflections of their flashlights danced off the metal gate, adding to the tension and the s
DaylightThe light filtered weakly through the curtains, as if afraid to touch anything inside.Malik, wearing his Heshmat mask, stood facing the calendar pinned to the living room wall. His gaze was fixed on the page that read, in clear handwriting:Saturday 11/10/2025.Below the date was a small, solemn phrase—almost like a moral reminder etched into his conscience:"It is forbidden to take an innocent human life."Malik stared at the inscription for a long moment. Then, slowly, he reached out and tore the page from the calendar. His hand gripped it until it crumbled, as if crushing the weight of his sins.He took a deep breath, turned away from the wall, and walked to the door.He opened it and stepped out with deliberate resolve. Behind him followed Daniel, wearing a happy mask, then Dima, her face hidden behind the mask of an unknown girl—the one whose image he had ripped from the depths of the internet. Finally came Rovan, her mask resembling another lifeless girl, as if from a
A dim light illuminated Awatif's room, the curtains half-drawn, with evening shadows creeping along the walls. Fouad El-Shenawy stood behind the door, taking slow, deliberate breaths before knocking gently. His voice was quiet, but heavy with concern:Fouad: Hello. May I come in?Awatif: Hello, Dad.He opened the door and entered, his gaze quickly scanning every corner of the room, as if his mind was preoccupied with matters far beyond a simple visit. Awatif sat up on the bed, clasping her hands together, her eyes reflecting a mixture of nervousness and slight fear.Fouad (still softly): Why did you want to go out at this hour?Awatif (sighing, lowering her head slightly): I was going to see my friend, nothing more.Fouad offered a faint smile, though his eyes remained alert. He went up to her, his hand reaching out to gently touch her shoulder.Fouad: You must understand, my dear, I'm worried about you. I can't let you go out at this time, no matter what. Awatif (quietly, with quiet







