Tarek's mind began to replay a set of scenes he wished deeply to forget before him. A man who was beating a woman and dragging her by the hair in a closed room.
" I swear I did nothing wrong! I don't know how this happened!"
" You liar! How could you! After everything I did for you!"
What they didn't know was that the door was left ajar, allowing a young child to see all of that through the narrow crack.
The boy looked back at the two bundles behind him, both of them crying as they were disturbed and scared by the ruckus.
He slowly went to them, gently patting them as a means of soothing them back to sleep.
He didn't understand why his parents were fighting. Why was his father angry? What's wrong with his two sisters? They were cute and small. How could someone get angry seeing them? As a child, he could never fathom it.
