Mohammed settled in one of the available rooms; He told me more about him, I a bit, hiding the dream that seized me. Sometimes, he didn't realize it, but he said things in his language that I didn't understand. So I just nodded. In the middle of the talk, his invitation to Dubai came up. I thanked him for his affable proposal, perhaps after giving birth, and after a while, we could travel to that place.

"Really, don't you want something to eat?" I inquired aware of the time.

And the clock already told me that it was twelve noon.

“You're hungry?” He wanted to know.

"A little," I whispered, not saying that I was actually dying”

“We can go to a restaurant, it's my treat. And I call a taxi, too”

“There's no need…”

“The food, as in the rest of the country, is delicious. Come on, come with me. I'll take care of notifying Ismail” he insisted.

He convinced me, or I didn't want to decline, I wouldn't be rude. I got up, and asked permission to fix myself. He understood staying waiting for me. I