Surah (Yasin) I hear it frequently around me. Sounds of crying and wailing Overlapping dialogues are as follows: I don't believe it yet. O Lord, give us patience, O Lord. We belong to Allah and to Him we shall return. Ok, where am I?! Standing at the door of our apartment and listening to all this, I was hesitant about whether to enter or not. After thinking for a while... (I closed the door and entered)... The hall was a mixture of men and women. I stopped and looked at them to see who was among them. I don't know anyone..... No, wait. This is our neighbor (disagreement). And Hajj Mukhtar is my spiritual father. Remember him, of course. And Sheikh (Lotfi) with his rosary that never leaves his hand. And my father, Hajj (Mustafa Fouda) My aunt (Safia) and a few women with my mother. They are all wearing black. I opened the door to my room and found my sister (Omnia) coming out of it, and after consulting with (Mama), she went to her. They talked about something to each other.. I tried to listen but I didn't know! I went to them to understand.. They moved and entered the kitchen and they both ignored me.. I don't know what's going on?! Even when the men entered, no one paid me the slightest attention. They never want to forget what happened and will they continue to stand around me like this or what? Then (wish) inside, what did you do? This is me, when I enter her room, I don't get rid of her long tongue! I go into my better room and free my brain from all this brain pain. I closed the door, entered the room, and locked myself...