They are the full security of the stories of the master
With her tight clothes and huge sunglasses, she looks like the heroine of a cheap movie.
Hisham came out to receive her with a wide laugh, and turned to me while pointing to the workers, “Take the need down and take her to the studio, men. Madam Reham has the key”.
I went out to them wearing my elegant black abaya, with my cup of coffee in my hand. I didn’t have keys, I had an official report from the police station, and right behind me was a police emergency box car, from which an officer I had previously agreed with based on a private property arrest report had gotten out.
Hisham froze in place. The smile faded from his face and was replaced by the whistle of death.
Reham.. What is this? What’s happening?
I took a sip of my coffee, looked at Heba who was trembling behind him, then said calmly,
You forgot something important, Hesham, while you were planning your elegance. This studio is no longer yours, and from this moment on this house has an empowerment decision for me alone because you tried to involve a stranger living in it without the wife’s consent, and this is considered serious psychological and material harm.
I moved closer to him until I was an inch away from his face, and I whispered in a rude Egyptian accent, devoid of any tenderness
I made you vegetable soup at night to warm your heart, my love. Because from today, you and Mrs. Heba will sleep in the street, or in the nearest hotel, until my lawyers finish you off in court. This house is my house, and your past life ended with the first carrot you cut at night.
I let them go, stunned, my tongue tied, and went into my kitchen, locked the door, and stood barefoot again, but this time.. I wasn’t making soup, I was creating a future where there was no place for traitors.
Hisham did not move from his place for several minutes, and remained standing in the middle of the park between Heba, who was screaming at the transport workers to stop unloading the bags, and the officer, who was strictly reviewing the papers.
I looked at them from behind the glass of the kitchen window, the same window I had watched the rain from yesterday. The sight was healing my thirst; the elegant Hisham the Prince, a well-connected and corporate man, was now standing in my tracksuit, trying to explain to the officer that there had been a misunderstanding, while the officer pointed him coldly at the villa’s gate.
I opened the window a little, and called out loud and clear
Sir, I wish they would finish quickly because I have an appointment with the cleaning company. The house needs to be cleansed of the smells that were in it.
Heba turned to me, her face red, and shouted rudely
What do you think you did, Reham? This is Shaila Ail, and Hisham will get his rights back, and my rights are third and third, and I will live in this villa in the end!
I smiled at her coldly as I raised my cup of coffee
My dear, the house you are standing in front of, Hesham had a legal waiver two years ago when he was trying to escape from the contracting company’s taxes and wrote it in my name to secure himself.
Hisham came out to receive her with a wide laugh, and turned to me while pointing to the workers, “Take the need down and take her to the studio, men. Madam Reham has the key”.
I went out to them wearing my elegant black abaya, with my cup of coffee in my hand. I didn’t have keys, I had an official report from the police station, and right behind me was a police emergency box car, from which an officer I had previously agreed with based on a private property arrest report had gotten out.
Hisham froze in place. The smile faded from his face and was replaced by the whistle of death.
Reham.. What is this? What’s happening?
I took a sip of my coffee, looked at Heba who was trembling behind him, then said calmly,
You forgot something important, Hesham, while you were planning your elegance. This studio is no longer yours, and from this moment on this house has an empowerment decision for me alone because you tried to involve a stranger living in it without the wife’s consent, and this is considered serious psychological and material harm.
I moved closer to him until I was an inch away from his face, and I whispered in a rude Egyptian accent, devoid of any tenderness
I made you vegetable soup at night to warm your heart, my love. Because from today, you and Mrs. Heba will sleep in the street, or in the nearest hotel, until my lawyers finish you off in court. This house is my house, and your past life ended with the first carrot you cut at night.
I let them go, stunned, my tongue tied, and went into my kitchen, locked the door, and stood barefoot again, but this time.. I wasn’t making soup, I was creating a future where there was no place for traitors.
Hisham did not move from his place for several minutes, and remained standing in the middle of the park between Heba, who was screaming at the transport workers to stop unloading the bags, and the officer, who was strictly reviewing the papers.
I looked at them from behind the glass of the kitchen window, the same window I had watched the rain from yesterday. The sight was healing my thirst; the elegant Hisham the Prince, a well-connected and corporate man, was now standing in my tracksuit, trying to explain to the officer that there had been a misunderstanding, while the officer pointed him coldly at the villa’s gate.
I opened the window a little, and called out loud and clear
Sir, I wish they would finish quickly because I have an appointment with the cleaning company. The house needs to be cleansed of the smells that were in it.
Heba turned to me, her face red, and shouted rudely
What do you think you did, Reham? This is Shaila Ail, and Hisham will get his rights back, and my rights are third and third, and I will live in this villa in the end!
I smiled at her coldly as I raised my cup of coffee
My dear, the house you are standing in front of, Hesham had a legal waiver two years ago when he was trying to escape from the contracting company’s taxes and wrote it in my name to secure himself.
He really secured himself, but he didn’t know that he was securing me from his treachery.
The news shocked Hisham as if he had received a slap in the face. He looked at me in astonishment, as if he was discovering for the first time that the quiet Reham, who was content with reading and drawing, was studying every loophole in his legal life.
The rescue vehicle left after forcing the workers to return the bags to the car, and Hisham Wahba was forced to get into his car and leave under the curious looks of the neighbors in the upscale residential square in Maadi.
The calm before the legal storm
Once their car disappeared from view, I didn’t collapse. I didn’t cry.
I entered the office and pulled out the blue file I had been hiding inside a secret cavity behind an oil painting in the studio. This file contained the real bomb. Stories from Mona El Sayed
Hisham was not just a traitor, he was a trickster in his work. Since I was his show partner on some papers, he thought I didn’t understand the calculations. But I had hired a chartered accountant, an old family friend, who analyzed all of Hisham’s bank transfers to Heba’s accounts under the guise of fake engineering consultations.
I contacted my lawyer, Ms. Azza
Yes, Azza.. The first stage was completed successfully. I satirized them from home.
Bravo, Reham, but keep in mind, Hisham will not remain silent, this is a wounded dinosaur now.
Let him hurt himself, Azza.. I will now send you pictures of the bank transfers and the contract to give up his share in Al-Mimar Company, which I signed during the loan crisis. I don’t just want a divorce, I want to destroy everything he built on my back.
The last confrontation
Two days later, Hisham came to me. This time he didn’t come in a cashmere sweater, but in a business suit, trying to regain his lost dignity. He asked us to talk quietly in a public café.
He sat in front of me, trying to swallow his anger
Reham, we are ten years old. What you did to me in front of people is shameful for you before it is for me. Let’s end this topic amicably. Take the house, take a respectable swallow, divorce quietly, and leave me the company and equipment, this is my life’s work.
I looked at him for a long time, then took out a small folded piece of paper from my bag
How old are you? Do you mean the money you were withdrawing from the company’s accounts to get the Sahel Chalet in Heba’s name? Don’t you mean tax evasion, which if this paper reached the tax authorities, wouldn’t you see the sun ten years ago?
His color turned completely pale, and he began to stutter
You.. Are you taking our secrets to court?
I told him in a low tone, like a snake’s hiss
You are the one who brought our secrets into the kitchen, Hesham. You are the one who started when you thought that the woman who cooks for you and takes care of your home is just a decoration without a mind. I won’t just take the company, I will take every penny I paid as a gift from my money and my children’s money, and I will let you start from scratch. Exactly as I started with you.
I got up from my seat, put the price of the coffee on the table as elegantly as he liked to say, and said my last sentence to him
The soup needed salt, Hisham.. Exactly like your life, missing an origin.
I went out into the warm Cairo sun and felt for the first time in years that the air was entering my lungs pure. It wasn’t just the end of a marriage, it was the birth of a woman who knew how to transform a kitchen from a prison into an operations room to manage the battle to reclaim dignity.
Written by Mona Al-Sayed
The news shocked Hisham as if he had received a slap in the face. He looked at me in astonishment, as if he was discovering for the first time that the quiet Reham, who was content with reading and drawing, was studying every loophole in his legal life.
The rescue vehicle left after forcing the workers to return the bags to the car, and Hisham Wahba was forced to get into his car and leave under the curious looks of the neighbors in the upscale residential square in Maadi.
The calm before the legal storm
Once their car disappeared from view, I didn’t collapse. I didn’t cry.
I entered the office and pulled out the blue file I had been hiding inside a secret cavity behind an oil painting in the studio. This file contained the real bomb. Stories from Mona El Sayed
Hisham was not just a traitor, he was a trickster in his work. Since I was his show partner on some papers, he thought I didn’t understand the calculations. But I had hired a chartered accountant, an old family friend, who analyzed all of Hisham’s bank transfers to Heba’s accounts under the guise of fake engineering consultations.
I contacted my lawyer, Ms. Azza
Yes, Azza.. The first stage was completed successfully. I satirized them from home.
Bravo, Reham, but keep in mind, Hisham will not remain silent, this is a wounded dinosaur now.
Let him hurt himself, Azza.. I will now send you pictures of the bank transfers and the contract to give up his share in Al-Mimar Company, which I signed during the loan crisis. I don’t just want a divorce, I want to destroy everything he built on my back.
The last confrontation
Two days later, Hisham came to me. This time he didn’t come in a cashmere sweater, but in a business suit, trying to regain his lost dignity. He asked us to talk quietly in a public café.
He sat in front of me, trying to swallow his anger
Reham, we are ten years old. What you did to me in front of people is shameful for you before it is for me. Let’s end this topic amicably. Take the house, take a respectable swallow, divorce quietly, and leave me the company and equipment, this is my life’s work.
I looked at him for a long time, then took out a small folded piece of paper from my bag
How old are you? Do you mean the money you were withdrawing from the company’s accounts to get the Sahel Chalet in Heba’s name? Don’t you mean tax evasion, which if this paper reached the tax authorities, wouldn’t you see the sun ten years ago?
His color turned completely pale, and he began to stutter
You.. Are you taking our secrets to court?
I told him in a low tone, like a snake’s hiss
You are the one who brought our secrets into the kitchen, Hesham. You are the one who started when you thought that the woman who cooks for you and takes care of your home is just a decoration without a mind. I won’t just take the company, I will take every penny I paid as a gift from my money and my children’s money, and I will let you start from scratch. Exactly as I started with you.
I got up from my seat, put the price of the coffee on the table as elegantly as he liked to say, and said my last sentence to him
The soup needed salt, Hisham.. Exactly like your life, missing an origin.
I went out into the warm Cairo sun and felt for the first time in years that the air was entering my lungs pure. It wasn’t just the end of a marriage, it was the birth of a woman who knew how to transform a kitchen from a prison into an operations room to manage the battle to reclaim dignity.
Written by Mona Al-Sayed
