صالة الحاجة سنية

basem ibrahim

About this app

He entered with Sami, taking in the vast expanse of the youth center and admiring it. He crossed the field until he reached an iron gate with a sign that read "Hajja Saniya Sports Hall." He pushed the gate open with difficulty; it was covered in rust and creaked uncomfortably.

He walked down a narrow corridor, reeking of sewage, the sound of water dripping on the floor audible.

He opened another door and entered a stuffy room, heavy with the stench of sweat, containing rusty iron weights and some rudimentary equipment. He saw people of all ages crammed into that musty box, standing in lines. Due to the scarcity of weights and equipment, each player waited for the player in front of them to finish their workout before taking their weight or equipment. Sami approached a heavyset, elderly woman wearing a black hijab and a Barcelona jersey with bare shoulders. She had a lit cigarette in her mouth, was lying on her back, holding a barbell, and was doing chest presses, inhaling and exhaling the smoke all around her.

She lifted the barbell one last time and placed it on the rack above her. The smoke still swirled around her, creating a suffocating cloud of mystery. Then there was only silence.

Usually, the weightlifter gets up after placing the barbell...
But...
She didn't get up...
She didn't make a sound...
He didn't breathe...
Minutes of anxiety passed... and stretched on.

A young man in his twenties called out:

"Hey, old woman! Hey, old woman!"

He bent down to check on her, piercing the cloud of smoke.

She lay peacefully, like a sleeping statue, or...
dead.

He shouted: "Hey, old woman! Hey, old woman! Hey, old woman!" She opened her eyes, slapped him hard, and said: - What's wrong with you, you son of a ***!!