Zagazig, July 2012.

My story is a piece of advice not more, so that another woman does not face what I have in my life. My advice to all women is, you should Use your heart before your mind when you pass judgments. Be satisfied with a decision you made of your own free will, and do not obey the words of haters or even loved ones. Make your husband the crown of your head and offer sacrifices to heaven for him, Especially if he was a man like my husband.

My husband, who came today after a month's absence to discuss with me an important matter, I wished the heavens had descended upon my head before I heard about that matter from him.

He knocked on the door of our marital apartment, which I turned into a children's clinic, to relieve him of some expenses, but I did not find solace or a little affection from him. My husband has a key to our apartment, I made it for him when he accepted my begging and humiliation to bring me back to him again, and yet he didn't use the key in his possession even once. He still sees me as The homeless stranger woman, While he sees himself as the single man who, upon our first divorce five years ago, turned into a movie star; He wears the best clothes and goes to the biggest gyms. In those days my husband had a disgraceful relationship with a corrupt girl who displayed her beauty and charms on her page on social media. That girl drains his money and his kind reputation by loitering in suspicious shops for dancing and pornography. And my husband was never this corrupt man that becomes. he was always a man of the house, conservative and moral, she is the one who replaced him with a teenager who was passionate about all the madness of life.

I rushed to him my longings and obsessions carried me. I opened the door for him, and I welcomed him with a lot of love and a soft voice. I chose to meet him today in pink silk pajamas because he always preferred pink over me. I met him with my wide smile, and he only said :

Alsalam aleko.

I said :

Aleko alsalam welcome dear.. come over.

He entered the apartment and sat in the hall, and he did not go to the bedroom to change his clothes as usual, Because he was suffocating from the cold clinic climate, as he told me repeatedly. He sat on a leather sofa that I bought years ago to suit my clinic because immediately after my first divorce, I got rid of all the furniture that my husband had brought at the beginning of our lives. I replaced the luxurious furniture with leather and steel iron for the comfort of my patients and forgot about my comfort.