Narrative Essay About Al Nadaha

I shifted in my seat uncomfortably, and looked again at the clock on the wall and sighed. Barely ten minutes have passed since I arrived here and I was already longing to go back home to crawl under the covers and just hide from the whole world because everything seemed to bother me, the ticking of the clock on the wall, the sound of laughter or maybe it was the idea of other people being so happy and full of sunshine and remembering that this was me just a few days ago before I found out that the person I trusted most and loved more than anything was a pathetic bastard who was cheating on me with my best friend.
When I saw them together I felt that I was bankrupt, I felt empty, but then that emptiness became pain as if someone was stabbing
“Yeah, that old myth about the beautiful woman who lurks on the banks of the Nile waiting for unlucky men.” He explained.
“Yeah, I know what Al Nadaha is, my grandmother used to tell a lot of stories about her. But it’s not a new topic, I believe it was the center of lots of famous writings.” I told him.
“I know but that was long time ago. People are starting to forget about those old stories in the age of technology, they don’t care about the folklore or the culture or anything. I believe that we should remind them of that, bring the famous story of Al Nadaha back.” He said. “Old people would feel nostalgic reading about her, and the new generation would have the opportunity to know about the story that used to terrorize their elders. I just remember when my mother used to tell me about her and I would die from the inside every time I came close to the river.”
I actually started to think that this was not a bad idea after all. “I guess we can make that
And because you came face to face with a very bad example, that doesn’t mean that everyone is the same.” She looked at my father’s picture and smiled. “You saw how an amazing man your father was.”
“Mom, don’t worry, I’m not going to hate the whole male population. I’m just angry and I need my time to heal.” I said, then I decided to change the subject. “Kamal Fahmy asked me to write a story about Al Nadaha today.”
“Really?” She questioned. “That woman was the ultimate nightmare for us back at the time.”
I chuckled. “Why were you scared of her? I thought she only called for men.”
“Still, thinking of her used to send chills down our spines.” Mom said. “Do you know who knows a lot about Al Nadaha?”
I raised one eyebrow in question. “Your grandmother.” She replied. “It has been a lot since we last visited her. Besides, the atmosphere of the countryside is soothing, it will be good for the both of us.”
I really missed my grandmother, also she was probably the most living person who knew stories about Al Nadaha, and she would definitely be a great help. So this wasn’t a bad idea after