The old woman sat at the door of the house. She was holding her granddaughter and shaking her up and down while talking to her daughter who was sitting next to her, about how unbearable her husband had become.
The day passed by and they remained at the door of the house waiting for someone from the neighbors to call out and ask them for something to buy or garbage to carry. But no one called.
Nagah, the old woman’s daughter, was expecting Madame Fawzia to scream at her for not taking her garbage today, but she had done it intentionally. She hated Madame Fawzia so much that she wanted to provoke her by any possible mean. Some days she left Madame Fawzia’s garbage in front of her apartment for days, and whenever Madame Fawzia screamed at her from the window she’d pretend that she didn’t listen.
Nagah, her mother and father all lived in the garage facing the building. They had a small brick room where Nagah slept on the floor and her parents slept on a bed they brought from their other home at the country side.
Her father Am Hassan was a massive man with a neatly shaved head and an enormous belly that bulged out of his body and dangled right and left whenever he walked fast. He always wore this white shirt and white pantaloon that were considered his underwear.
One day he went up to Madame lily wearing his underwear. Her husband opened the door and he screamed at him for wearing such clothes in front of his wife. “ Is there’s no women in this place?” “ have you gone mad you old man?” He slapped the door at his face and Am Hassan went back, happy to make her husband angry.
The day passed by and they remained at the door of the house waiting for someone from the neighbors to call out and ask them for something to buy or garbage to carry. But no one called.
Nagah, the old woman’s daughter, was expecting Madame Fawzia to scream at her for not taking her garbage today, but she had done it intentionally. She hated Madame Fawzia so much that she wanted to provoke her by any possible mean. Some days she left Madame Fawzia’s garbage in front of her apartment for days, and whenever Madame Fawzia screamed at her from the window she’d pretend that she didn’t listen.
Nagah, her mother and father all lived in the garage facing the building. They had a small brick room where Nagah slept on the floor and her parents slept on a bed they brought from their other home at the country side.
Her father Am Hassan was a massive man with a neatly shaved head and an enormous belly that bulged out of his body and dangled right and left whenever he walked fast. He always wore this white shirt and white pantaloon that were considered his underwear.
One day he went up to Madame lily wearing his underwear. Her husband opened the door and he screamed at him for wearing such clothes in front of his wife. “ Is there’s no women in this place?” “ have you gone mad you old man?” He slapped the door at his face and Am Hassan went back, happy to make her husband angry.