The candy

Here I am leaving after a long period of isolation, alone and my depression after the breakup of me and (Lily) 😞,

my mother insisted to leave my room by heading to the gloom of the largest apartment of my deceased grandmother 👵🏻, to search for things of value from

her perspective, and to sell the rest of the furniture, to sell the apartment ....in the end.

Tell her 😔: Mom, it's an old, dilapidated apartment in a building. If you kick it, it will fall off?

So she screams in the usual cries of mothers: (Amjad) enough laziness, and go, and enough teen drama that you are experiencing now 🙅🏻‍♀️?

I don't know why my mom always treats my love stories like this?

No, I am not saying that I am a person with many whims, but I am a sensitive person and love love very much 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨.

In general, I coerced headed to my grandmother's dilapidated old building, calling for her not to fall on my head 👏..

I hardly open the door of the old apartment, turn the key 🔑in the gallon one by two with some force. The door opens,

opening with it a pile of dust, insects and the scent of old people.

I cough a lot, I try to find some water 💦To wash my dusty face, so I enter the bathroom, open the faucet, to find brownish-yellow water mixed with the smell

of rust, so I decide to save the dust from drinking sewage and rust water ..

The apartment has been the same since I was a little boy, no more than five years old.

I remember how much my mother pressed by me to bring me with her to grandmother, who I always liked her tender smile ..

But now it's adorned with dirt 💨,  and spider webs ...

The circular table in the middle of the hall itself, where we used to meet with my grandmother, aunt and my mother, hearing  silly jokes and women's comments about their neighbors and their husbands, while I was in the middle dying with

boredom, but my grandmother notices my silence, so she smiles and puts a piece of candy in my hands under the table 🍬..

I put my hands on the table, remove some of the dust while I am smiling, but suddenly I 👂 hear a sound coming from under the table, my body shivering and the hair on my neck stand 😱 😨_

I do not tell you about my courage _

the cover covers the table to the floor,  With a trembling hand I try to remove the cover in the end I succeed, To find a person with a burning blood face looking at me, look that make the blood dries up in my veins ...

I went back with great fear, closing my eyes, after a while I opened them to find that it was just a miserable mouse that appeared to a miserable person 😓.

I ask forgiveness and seek refuge in God from the accursed Satan, while I stand cleaning my clothes from the dust that covered most of me, to find again a sound coming this time from my grandmother's room ..

😳 what is this fateful day?

What brought me here? !!

I take out my phone from my pants 📱to tell my mom that I have not found anything of value and I want to leave, but as is expected on this bright day

the network is non-existent in the apartment !!!

I think, but I'm almost certain that I am a miserable, unfortunate person who will die today of heart failure like his grandmother?...

I gather some of my strength, go to the room, put my hands on the scribbles that fill the door, I made them with my own hands and my mother used to squeeze my ears in squeezing scolding me and beating me, so my grandmother smiles at me again as she always gives me a piece of candy ...

Open the door and seek refuge in God from the Devil.

The sound of the nails echoing in the door gives a symphony to the situation, enough to kill you with horror.

I press the light switch button to turn on the light 💡 Some period of rebellion, the pink bed sheet that my grandmother always loved 🛏️, and behind the bed is a painting with a picture of my grandfather whom I have never seen, a picture I hate with the sharp, angry features it bears that he does not smile ...

I sit on the bed, open the Bedrock   next to it and find a piece of candy wrapped in a bright green cover 🍬, from the pieces that my grandmother used to gave me .....

I grabbed while laughing 😌... a period of time passed I did not come to visit my grandmother and see her beloved smile, or eat her candy .. until she died of a stroke A surprise heartfelt

I open the cover of the candy piece to find it still has its bright yellow color, I am surprised and foretell that my grandmother may have left it for me for the last time, so I can eat it ...

Some time passed while I was still sitting on the bed, eating a piece of sweets that almost ended in my mouth.

Look at my grandfather’s painting again 🖼️ One moment, is he smiling? !!!!

I rubbed my eyes forcefully , to find that he was really smiling ... I convinced myself although the painting was like this from the beginning, and I did not notice until I did not squeeze myself frankly ..

I go to the wardrobe of the room and open it, to find the system of my grandmother, which I have always maintained as everything is in place and organized, I search between her clothes to find an old copper box, ....

so I go back to the bed again, to open it to find pictures of my mother and aunt when they were young, and my grandmother with them smiling with her gentle smile, and below a group of The

pictures of them only have one picture of my grandfather with my grandmother at the age of about twenty, my aunt was about four years old, standing next to my grandmother, and my mother was a baby girl carried by my grandmother ...

Find the same silent wooden face ... but?

I bring the picture closer to my face more, and I find my grandfather carrying in his hands

a piece of sweets similar to the sweets that I had just before - in terms of the shape of the outer shell

- I swallow my saliva in disgust🥴 .

I hint something beside me sitting on the hairdresser chair 🪑, to find that she is my grandmother smiling at me, I get scared from my place and the box falls on the ground ..

An old yellow paper of erosion and time appears at the bottom of the images.

The fall of the box distracted my attention for a moment, so I look back at the same place

and find no one? !!!!

Are you playing that apartment with my nerves?

I decide that my adventure here is over and I have to leave right now ... I will not care about my mother's screaming, calling me lazy, even useless?

I went to the door of the apartment and open it ... it does not open? !!

I try one, two, and ten times. It's useless !!!

Sweat, stress, anxiety, terror and fear begin to take hold of me 😱 😨 😨...

I take out my damn phone again - of course it is useless - I press the emergency button

- the day has come when I see your importance - but it seems that you really are of no importance 😤...

What is that ?!

What is happening here ?!!

I wish I didn't come?

I try to search for a window to get out of this damned dilemma, I enter the kitchen looking for something to help me break the glass, and I find a rusty knife with a wooden hand 🔪_ better than nothing.

I went to the window 🪟 I try to break it, as if it were Solid steel  not affected ...

Nothing works in this damn apartment? !!

fell on the ground from fatigue, sighing and panting a lot 😖 😫, then I heard a voice coming from my grandmother's room ...

I stand in stormy rage 😡and grab the knife, heading to that damn room ...

I shout: What do you want? who is there ? Who is the damn doing this? !!!

Nothing was..... just me echoing my voice, and my stomach, which started to ache from the damned

sweets 😶..

Throwing myself on the bed in surrender, while the sun outside was out, giving the classic horror scene of any respectable horror movie.

Nothing I do except see what 😳 inside that piece of paper lying on the ground?? , to find words

written in feminine script that say:

April 1970:

Today I received the news of the death of my husband, after twenty-five years of fatigue, effort and devotion in that candy factory, they tell me that he died burned in the factory, and in his hands a piece of candy ... only a piece of candy ..

l closed the paper, the vomit started to accumulate and crowd into my esophagus 🤢, I look at my grandfather's face to find him laughing now 😈? !!!!

Get angry !!!

I grabbed the knife and stabbed my grandfather in a frenzy ...

What ?!!

There is blood flying from the painting and that damn face is still laughing hard? But

his laughs increased? As if I could hear it? !!!!

Then my mouth begins to vomit blood and vomit a lot? !!

I leave the knife from my hand, and put my hands ✋ on my mouth, which opened a fountain of blood

I turn around in panic ... am I going to die now? !! In that strange, heinous way? !!!

My grandmother sits on the dresser chair smiling to me, my grandfather came out of the painting covered in blood laughing .... and the blood-burning face that appeared under the table was standing with him ...

I shout, scream, and fall ...

I slowly open my eyes, and the smell of alcohol and disinfectants suffocates my nose.

I look next to me, and  find my mother talking to the nurse.

I call her, and she rushes towards me and says: (Amjad) Are you okay honey ? !!

I get up from my sleep so I cry: Mom is the apartment? Board ? A piece of candy? !!

So my mother says while trying to calm me down: What apartment, (Amjad), you did not go up

there even? Then stop eating sweets. You have diabetes? !!

I tell her inauthentic 😟: Mom ... I ...

She forced me to sleep again, saying: Stop now ... Thank God, that your friend (Hussein) who found you unconscious at the bottom of your grandmother's building, carrying an empty candy wrapper ..

What ?!!

My friend?!!

Down the architecture? !!

Damn the candy that made me Hallucination ? !!!

-The end -

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