Bitter love

Today’s story… is real in every detail—but so strange it feels like fiction.

It’s a story about a painful conflict… between a once-in-a-lifetime kind of love, and a love you’re born with—one that can never be replaced.

But here’s the question: whose perspective should this story be told from?

From the people who were wronged and paid the price?

Or from the person who caused it all… even if unintentionally, carried away by feelings that led him down a path he never saw the end of?

Years have passed… and there are still questions with no answers.

People lost years of their lives and their dreams… and the ending is still unclear.

Forget all that for a moment… and imagine yourself in his place. What would you have done?

The Beginning

The story takes place in the early 1990s…

A young man from Upper Egypt travels to another governorate to continue his university education.

A decent, dependable guy… like many young men from Upper Egypt.

Even though his family was financially stable, he worked alongside his studies—it was simply his nature.

He was smart, likable, and had a good sense of humor. People naturally gravitated toward him.

He worked as a driver and had mechanical skills—he knew how to handle himself in almost any situation.

And of course, since he was away from home… he needed a place to stay.

The Room… and the Beginning of the Story

He rented a room in a house owned by a man who seemed a bit strange.

The man was always frowning, liked to appear religious, but his attitude was harsh, stingy, and uncomfortable in the way he dealt with students.

He lived upstairs with his wife and five daughters of varying ages.

As soon as the students moved in, he started laying down rules and conditions.

Everyone agreed… except for him.

He responded honestly and firmly, explaining that his work and circumstances were different.

That moment made the landlord notice him… maybe even respect him a little.

Fixing the Room… and the First Encounter

The young man and his friend decided to improve the room.

They painted it, fixed the electricity, organized everything… until it became a very decent place.

But there was a problem—the landlord’s wife wasn’t there when they made the agreement.

And when she came back… everything changed.

She stormed into the room without knocking.

Her voice was loud, her tone sharp, her attitude difficult.

The two young men were startled and quickly tried to cover themselves.

He wrapped a towel around his chest and stood still.

She asked angrily:

“Who did all this?”

Without hesitation, he replied:

“I did.”

His voice was strong… so strong that she suddenly calmed down.

Her tone shifted.

She looked around the room… as if assessing what had been done.

Then she said more calmly:

“You did all this?”

The anger disappeared… replaced by something else.

Something unclear.

She…

A woman in her early forties.

She had a certain femininity… hidden behind harshness and tension.

It was obvious she carried a lot inside her.

At that moment…

No one knew that this encounter

would be the beginning of a big story…

A story filled with pain… and events that would change many lives.

The moment passed…

But the story hadn’t really begun yet.

Because the next day…

there was a look.

A look… impossible to forget.

And from there…

the real story begins.