Short narratives

              The face of my brother!
                                  By
                      Ahmed Abdel Latif El Naggar
                               Arabic writer
                            (( part Four ))


My aunt had already gone and Troy came back to my mother to meet her with tears and kiss her hands because he did not expect her presence, how he hugged his aunt's husband with great joy, that his fiancé's family was good people despite their poverty, that they loved him and respected him, and how he attended his friends from Cairo, Happy and tears do not leave his eyes !!
And that Haj Abdul Sattar owner of the shop in which he is the one who arranged for him Zafah and gave him a great reward for his activity and honesty.
And God, my friend, I heard all this and I felt remorse, and he stung me
My position of it!
But I pretended to ignore the subject and I knew from my wife that he would stay with his fiance's family after marriage until he found an apartment.
The days passed and Abdel Mohsen returned to visit his mother and sisters to tell them about his fiancé, his work and his life there, and he also told them that the pains of his side came back because of the long working hours. He went to the Amiri Hospital in Damietta and was treated by doctors and healed and thank God. I asked him what he did. He told me that he felt tired and went to the hospital and that they gave him medical tests. I tired him more. He took my heart out of his hand and took him to a big doctor. He asked for radiation and analysis. He tried to apologize because he was forced. To travel, I divided it Bal E not travel only after medical tests and analysis, and we went back to the doctor described his treatment and asked him full comfort.
I told him that he must return and work because he owes to Haj Abdul Sattar a part of the value of his money. He told him that he would not return to Damietta and that he would rest in the house and told everyone that I would spend all his money on him and I would invite his fiancée and his family to visit him here. He grabbed my hand and kissed me warmly and wished me to leave because his life was there. He would continue to treat me. I agreed to the train and gave him money. He refused to take it. He told me that he took his right and increased it. With its bread and food during the year V Education, also said if I have you
Right, I give it to your mother and sisters, then move the train and the picture of my brother Abdel Mohsen smiling in weakness does not leave me!
I went back to the house and I did not sleep at night, and in the morning was the first thing I did is that I telephoned Haj Abdul Sattar, who works with Abdul Mohsen to reassure him and told him that I will repay his religion and asked him to refuse his return to work and return to Cairo to improve his health, Wafa: I'll call you right now, we're waiting for you three hours later, stay for God ... stay for God!