“I discovered that every member of my family was killed at least once! I stood behind my grandmother as she opened the door to the room… There was the body of that bastard lying there, naked. Of course, I couldn’t possibly suspect anyone other than my grandmother of being the murderer! Not because she’s the only one in our house who has skills that allow her to use weapons effectively since her youth… And not because we know she killed her ex-husband. No, I suspected her right away. As soon as she saw the body, she patted my back and gave me a gentle smile, as if to say, ‘The body of that bastard is a gift from high school… Live well, Isa!’ But I didn’t live well at all. I told them not to kill him without my permission. No one else was allowed to shoot him. But it seems that they took advantage of my absence at Qasr al-Nil’s police station to carry out their desires… To ignore my wishes. I really wanted to warn my grandmother that she was breaking her rules by killing those bastards. But the look in the eyes of that officer behind us… made me stop talking…”