زوجة العنكبوت عبد الرحيم درويش

After my marriage, I no longer asked myself those deep philosophical questions that had preoccupied me for many years, such as: "Is man a wretched or happy creature? Has he become more healed after descending to Earth? Why are man's happy days

in a man's life much fewer than the sad days?" I put all these questions aside, as I became fully convinced that man is the most miserable creature on earth. It is enough that he screams and cries upon his birth and emergence from his mother's womb.

Thus cried my little Ahmed when he emerged from her womb. Perhaps he wanted to

rush into my arms, seeking refuge from her. I remember embracing him as if I were protecting him not only from his mother but from the entire world... I hold him gently and fear for his small, fragile ribs. Were you in your nagging, disgusting mother's womb?

.... I don't know what to do with her. She has returned to her old ways, and the word "divorce me" is on her tongue morning and evening. She and her spider-mother have become a concoction forced upon me every day, morning and evening, while I am compelled to endure the stings of the large spider in every encounter with him.