The scar of an old wound

I fulfilled my desire to work as a soldier in Public Security, and by knowing my boss, Sanad, I achieved stability in Riyadh, when I married his daughter Haifa, with whom I lived a happy life, until my father died, so I decided to offer my retirement; In order to pursue real estate and the small trade that he had established in Deira, all of my brothers decided to sell what my father owned and divide it among us, while I suggested that they benefit from real estate rents and continue and develop trade. They agreed on the condition that I would be responsible for that, because they were busy with their work and did not want to devote themselves to commercial work. This condition cost me a beautiful life that I lived with Haifa. It was a high price that made me think a lot about the feasibility of what I did, and whether I was successful in it or not? I remember that I felt the pain of those years that I lost, on that day when Fares was riding with me in the car, after the accident of his fall at school and his lip being cut. When we were passing by the grocery store and there was a group of children from the group, I heard some of them calling out loudly: "Shuraym...Shuraym."