Our big house

The child who left her mother's embrace was so young that she did not recognize herself until later, "Farida," the daughter of co-wife "Aqeedah," from whom she inherited some features, body and soul. She left with her father a long time ago, in the sixties of the last century, to join the big house with her grandfather "Kabbour" and the uncles and their children, away from her mother, to grow up in the care of her stepmother and half-sisters. The tension of the scene, her sitting cross-legged on the back of a carriage, with rosy cheeks, light eyes, and unkempt hair. The wind, and her long black dress with white dots, and her brown sandals, from which her dry toes peeked out, with their visible scars, from the many collisions they had encountered. With stones, scum and buckthorn, not as an indication of poverty, but rather of crossing the boundaries of play.
A scene that still recurs to this day in her dreams, just as her fears recur from other dreams that she never stopped having, a combination of the difficult questions in the baccalaureate exam, and her predicament that she does not memorize anything, and is not ready to write and respond, especially in the subjects of history and geography, which made those days that Chasing those dreams, are just hours full of stress, unhappiness, and preoccupation.
Farida and the big house, with its secrets, legends, stories, and endless crazy desires, walk inside herself and delve further as she is able to decipher the hieroglyphs and understand her family more.