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Part 1 The sun woke me from my sleep. Took a long time to sleep, She woke me up as if she wanted me to get back to myself early. Maybe the sunshine made me feel like I'm not like every day, or maybe it stripped me of my calm nature. I felt as if she had taken pity on me, for I had been torturing myself all night before. I slowly opened my eyes. Because I just fell asleep. I was amazed because I could feel the sun's rays glow and burn. As if it was now noon! I was amazed that she was just shining! Although I didn't curse my wakefulness, I would have liked to thank her. Because she woke me up to take a shower. Maybe the cold water will get me back to normal again. _ I removed the covering from myself, and as soon as it was removed, my features darkened because I was still completely n***d. I looked at my wife who slept in the bed next to me, and she too had just slept, and how I asked her last night, what I had not asked of her all these years. I felt ashamed of myself. Because I forced her to sleep n***d to see her like that! Oh God, I feel ashamed of myself. How can my name be the eloquent judge? They always call me sober! Do what you did last night? I looked at her n***d body beside me; I thought of the features of her face, those in which childhood stubbornly matured; She still enjoys the innocence of her childish features even though she is in her mature youth stage. Then I looked at my body ashamed of myself, then extended my hand and covered her body so that the cold air would not hurt him. I was going to wake her up so she could take a shower and get dressed. I pitied her because I tired her out last night. I looked at the floor and saw that it was filled with our clothes randomly scattered everywhere. I quietly gathered my clothes and tried; I don't make a sound so as not to bother her. Also, I don't want her to see me like that until I take a shower. _ I hurried to the toilet, walking on tiptoe. As if you were a thief. I went at last to the toilet without disturbing her, opened the sprinkler and made the water run down my body hard; I felt the parts of my body relaxed for a moment, trying to resume my activity; Even I really felt like I was starting to feel energized. _But it's strange. I was feeling guilty, I don't understand why all this? And I paused for a moment while I was still under the water, and it was still gushing over me; So I wondered to myself! Why am I scolding myself with all this scolding? Why am I wondering what I did? I kept asking myself and I answered her, and perhaps I would succeed in finding a reason to get me out of what I did yesterday. _Why am I so surprised? Is there f*******n in halal? no I swear. God allowed me to fill my eyes with the magic of my wife. What pleases me, and she enjoys my manhood, me and my body, what I have hidden from others is by virtue of religion. If I do nothing wrong! I say to myself: _ But I was rude, heavy-handed, strong in l**t, my instincts were able to take possession of me, and I did not observe modesty with my wife, affection. _ Shy ?! Am I shy between me and her? Why did God create it for me? Why did God create me for her? As long as in the end I did not allow myself to benefit from it in a way that pleases me and suffices me?! _Why am I surprising myself?! I didn't do anything but I collected her in the way that pleases me I'm still under water, I'm still wondering; I even think about those hours before my evening. I walked out of my office, and I was just reading a case file of prostitutes caught in a brothel. I was reading the details of the case and how they were arrested and the statements of the accused. What caught my attention was not the situation, its circumstances, or even the nature of the detainees. All this I got used to by repeating it in every case of p**********n. In any case, I find that the female detainees have the same sayings. They were forced to practice vice, and none of them came to it with pleasure or willingly. As for the opinions of the men, they were all coldly admitted. They pass their time out of l**t because they are not married, or perhaps because their wives have a disability or disease, or because they are too masculine. In any case, they steadfastly admit because they know they will not be punished as much as women are punished at worst. _But what drew me to my attention was the talk of some girls; I mean w****s. I found some of them speaking fluently and steadily. As if she did not practice p**********n by force, but rather she was practicing it with pleasure, and just for fun! _ I read someone's confessions, and the strange thing that made me enter into that state in which I am is excessive frankness, she was telling her confessions with pleasure! Even the prosecutor stated that she only left him after she offered herself to him. She was not affected by being in the investigation! _ The worst is that (the public prosecutor himself) stated that in the prison room she exposed herself to the prisoners through that hole in the wall separating the two detention rooms. _I found her confessing, as I read from the investigation report, that poverty kills ecstasy and kills his romantic relationship. Rather, it diverts it from its original purpose, which is pleasure, and poverty turns it into a curse and torment. I went back and looked at the beginning of the investigation report. To find out how old that b***h is; that which speaks of o****m as if it were mature, eloquent; Because I know that all detainees are not more than twenty-five years old alike. I was shocked and puffed up when I read her age, which was not even more than her twenties. I remember myself again and how moved I was by her words. From what I read through her confessions, she is my l**t, so I did what I did last night. _I'm still checking what happened yesterday until I noticed my lovely wife knocking on the door. Her ways got me out of what I remembered. _ I did not know why I was ashamed of myself, and stuttered before answering it, as if I was searching for the letters to collect the word yes. I found her moving the doorknob and trying to open it; My heart fluttered with shame, but I remembered that I had locked the door from the inside, so I was safe to see her at least now. I heard her calling me and she was asking me, would you give me something? I thanked her. I told her she told her. I'm done with my bathroom and I'm going out now. I ran and dried my body, and I felt still touched by that l**t, that feeling I had first felt last night, but my feeling was mixed with my shyness. _ I went out and found her making the bed, but I was nervous, and pretended I was still drying my face, I felt I could not face her. As soon as I removed the towel from my face, I found her standing right in front of me, and she smiled sweetly at me; As if she wanted to ease my shyness. I thanked God that she put on her robe, so I grabbed her by the waist and said to her: I apologize for what happened to me yesterday. I found her and she smiled on her face and said to me sweetly: _You are apologizing for what? You are making it difficult for yourself. We are a couple and it is normal for this to happen between us. Did we get married to remain a virgin?! I cut it off and said: _But you are not a virgin, we have children, and this is not the first time I have slept with you; But it was the first time that I slept with you with such courage, and with such strength that I did not care about your pain, as if you were in my arms while you were amused. I glimpsed those red and blue spots on her neck, and touched her gently, scolded myself, and before I could utter a word, I found that she was talking before me and telling me _ Don't be shy about anything. But you were really sexy last night! We are also not obligated to adhere to etiquette even in our i*********e, so there is no harm in breaking these barriers, even from time to time!! I felt like she was saying this to calm me down from my self-sacrifice. I pressed my forehead to hers, and said to her: But I was violent, and I still wonder to myself! How can you and I sleep completely n***d, so that you can go in deep stillness?! She said to me, hugging me around my neck, gently touching my neck: _ But I was enjoying it as a kind of excitement and fun. She left me and went to make breakfast for me. I watched her and followed her outside and sat next to her, pretending to read the newspaper. While my eyes were watching her. I could feel her, she wonders to herself and marvels at me; But she doesn't want to make me small in front of myself. But I'm back wondering to myself. Did you really have fun with me? Or is she flattering me?! Did she arouse her l**t violently? Or is the strangeness of the relationship that led to the emergence of o****m? Her features gave me a strange feeling. Although she tries hard to hide it on the pretext that she enjoyed it. But strangely enough, from last night I scolded myself. However, I am still affected by this craving, and I feel like I have renewed energy. _ Here I remembered that girl, and I remembered her confession; She said proudly: _ May God have mercy on Abu Dhar. When he was saying I will go out on whoever made me starve with the sword. He did not mean stomach hunger only, and it is clear that the intent of his words was not limited to that point only. He was a totalitarian man, but he had exceeded his goal to what would have made him hungry! And also the body hungers for s*x, so we must go out against him who deprives us of it with the sword. I cursed it to myself and said shyly: Cursed is everyone who dares to interpret the words as he pleases. If the intention of Abu Dharr's words is hunger, then there is no harm in that. And damage in the whispers of Satan. What makes us feel that having s*x is an acquired right that we must practice, without marriage and without virtues, as if she believes that the year of the life of marriage has become an acquired right that she must exercise in a******y, with the one she loves; And she has the right to exercise that l**t with any man she is attracted to; Even she does not deprive herself of o****m. I remembered her words and confessions, and I found her saying: _ You must heal me, who was the cause of the disease, and I am sick is s*x, I enjoy it, and I enjoy its torment. I inherited it from my father, as I used to see him enjoying i*********e with my mother. At that point I stopped and I'm not done yet. I decided to share my wife's affection first, then I would go to my office and read the rest. ............ .