My Grandma's Guide to Killing Scoundrels

Author's name: Mirna Al Mahdi

I found out tonight that every member of my family has been murdered at least once!
I stood behind my grandmother as she opened the door to the room to find the naked body of this bastard.
Of course, I suspected no one but my grandmother as a killer! Not because she was the only one in our house who owned a gun, a weapon she'd used professionally since her youth, and not because we knew she'd killed her ex-husband. But because as soon as she saw the body, she patted me on the back and met my terrified gaze with a tender smile, as if to say, "This bastard's body is a gift for your excellence in high school. Be happy, Issa!"
I wasn't happy. I had told them not to kill him without my permission, as no one else should have shot him. But it seemed they took advantage of my absence at the Qasr El Nil police station to practice their favorite habit: ignoring my wishes.
I wanted to scold my grandmother for breaking her own rules to kill the bastards, but the looks of that officer standing behind us with a lemon in his hand prevented me from speaking…