Chapter 7 Ghada Is Dead, And Malik Is In His Psychological Struggle

Sometimes staying home is better. Malik is driving at high speed when a person suddenly appears running in front of his car. He tries to avoid hitting him, swerving sharply from side to side, and finally, he collides with him. Wael's body is thrown into the air, and the blade flies from his hand, hitting the car's windshield. Malik continues driving, bewildered. Wael falls to the ground in the middle of the asphalt road. Malik bangs his head against the steering wheel in anger, crying, "I killed him!" A passerby sees the scene and rushes towards Wael.

Ghada is lying on the ground by the sidewalk, bleeding. Wael is a few meters away, dead in the middle of the street, his blood flowing. A group of people gathers around Ghada. Another group gathers around Wael. No one knows the details of either incident.

- Hussein and Amal - A love that endures despite hardships, despite the years of separation

Hussein: I missed you so much, Amal.

Amal: And I missed you too, my love.

Hussein: Aren't you going to tell me anything about Nasser's death and how he and Nour died together? It must have been an accident or something.

Amal: Something like that? This isn't the time, Hussein.

I mean, it's not right for my beloved husband to come back from his trip and for me to tell him such nonsense. Let's stay here.

She moves closer to Hussein: I missed you so much. She places her hand on his shoulder and gives him a long kiss. Hussein and Amal engage in passionate intimacy.

-Dima behind the wheel- What is the price of friendship?!

Dima is in the car, looking beside her, and sees Ghada's phone.

Dima: What's wrong with you, Ghada? You're always asleep and not paying attention. You must need your phone and be looking for it. She changes the car's direction and heads towards Ghada's villa.

Dima He tries to compose himself after the first murder.

Malik stops the car in front of a grocery store, opens the door, and gets out—his face betraying his anxiety. Malik says to the shopkeeper, "I want a bottle of water." The shopkeeper looks at Malik in surprise: "It's behind you, in the fridge, sir." Malik glances to the side and sees the fridge. He opens it and takes out a bottle of water, then turns to the shopkeeper, takes out his money, and gives it to him. The shopkeeper gives Malik his change. Malik takes the money and puts it in his pocket, then heads back to the car. Inside, Malik places the bottle of water beside him and starts driving until he reaches a quiet spot on the Nile, completely deserted. He stops the car, takes out the bottle of water, and pours it over his head. Then he sits on the bank of the Nile, his eyes brimming with tears, his shirt wet, and his hair disheveled, as if he had willingly killed. He is not accustomed to being a criminal; he has a pure heart, sensitive feelings, and a vigilant conscience that judges and punishes him if he errs, and punishes him with sleepless nights and deprivation if he does wrong. So how could he be guilty of murder? His innate nature is still untainted, his character untainted; his conscience remains awake! Dima and the Shock Etched in Memory

**Dima in Front of Ghada's Villa- Dima arrived in front of Ghada's villa. From inside the car, she saw a crowd of people surrounding Ghada. She got out of the car and ran towards the crowd with trembling legs, a pounding heart, and fear filling her. "Is this my friend Ghada?" When she reached the crowd, they stopped suddenly. She looked inside the circle at the ground and saw Ghada murdered. She screamed loudly and sat down on the ground next to Ghada. The ambulance stops, the paramedics get out, and the crowd steps aside. Dima sits beside her slain friend, cradling her head in her lap, embracing her. The paramedics take Ghada from Dima's arms, place her on a stretcher, cover her face, and put her into the ambulance. Dima looks at Ghada, Ghada's blood staining her clothes.

She tries to stand, but her legs can't support her. She bids her friend farewell, waving goodbye. "Goodbye, my friend," she says, tears streaming down her cheeks. Overwhelmed by grief, she will live alone, without a friend from now on. Another ambulance stops in the other crowd, a few meters away. Two paramedics get out, carry Wael on a stretcher, and place him in the ambulance. The ambulance follows the one carrying Ghada.

Malik entrusts the Nile with his first secret.

Malik sits on the bank of the Nile as if confiding his sorrows to it.

Malik's phone is inside the car. He notices the phone's flashing inside the car, so he goes to the car, opens the door, and sits behind the wheel, taking out his phone.

He finds Amal calling him.

Malik: Hello?

Amal: Malik, could you come by after you finish what you're doing and give me a ride?

Malik: Of course, Auntie. Where are you?

Amal: I'll send you the location on W******p.

Malik: Okay.

Amal: Goodbye.

Malik: Goodbye.

Malik looks in the car's rearview mirror, straightens his posture, gathers his strength, and starts driving.