Banu and Nadim

ch 1 : pathetic

The sound of nadim's sobs Split the air .Everyone in the audience was watching from a distance.But they couldn't do anything.No one knew how to calm this sad voice.No one knew how to cool the place of this hot mark on the boy's heart.Every word, caress or hug at this moment, seemed completely useless..Nadim's face was flushed from crying so much‌.He was breathing hard.And his eyes could barely see anything from behind the curtain of crystal teardrops‌.

The young boy was sitting on the ground next to the master's bed .And with one hand, he held the old man's hand tightly, as if holding his hand to prevent the soul from leaving his body.And with his other hand, he pressed the sheet into his fist, as if transferring all his sorrow to the cloth.He raised his head and stared at his master.He begged and wished that this whole thing was a stupid nightmare..His honey-colored eyes sparkled with wet tears.His chin was wrinkled, eyebrows were tied.and cheeks were flushed under a thin layer of tears.Nadim was finally able to utter words to his sobs:

- why?...why?...

And then he looked at the audience.Everyone in the room lowered their heads in shame .ashamed of what?Nobody knew because there were so many reasons to be ashamed.ashamed of acting for a year and pretending nothing happened.ashamed of such a great truth has been hidden from him.ashamed of letting him to be the last person to know about his master's incurable disease in the last hours of his life.The loud voice of the sick man rang in Nadim's ear.

-don't be angry with them, they just followed my orders

Nadim looked at the old man lying in his bed.The man was sad for Nadim's fate, and Nadim read this from the old man's tired and dim eyes.The bitter game of destiny once again targeted the young boy.First, his mother died in childbirth.Then, two years later, his father died of a contagious disease in the village.And now his only guardian and companion, who had cared for him for nearly eighteen years And he had taught him the way of life and he was the dearest and closest person in nadim's life...who he loved more than a blood father ...He was on his deathbed in front of his eyes.‌..

A new stream of tears flowed from Nadim's cheeks.His eyelids were heavy with tears.And the traces of salty drops burned on his cheeks.There was no way he could believe this.He knew it was all a nightmare.And to get rid of a nightmare, all he needed to do was wake up.But whatever he did, he did not wake up.he asked again:

- whYy ...di...dn'... y.ou... tell.. m..e ?Wh...y di...you h..ie this fro..m e, Mas.ter?

The old man smiled warmly, even though he was on his deathbed and the pain was causing him to lose his breath.And stared at the young boy.His soft but loud voice was heard:

- Forgive me son .... I had no choice

And he really had no choice.At least he was sure that Nadim would only be in pain once.In this way, he didn't have to witness the complete destruction of his son every day.If Nadim had found out about this incurable disease sooner, he wouldn't have even thought of smiling when he died.And now the young boy had to endure this suffering only once, and little by little he had to come to terms with the new situation..

The master moved his hand and touched the boy's cheek.His hand was still warm and a little strong.Nadim leaned his head on the old man's hand and covered the old man's hand with both hands.The old man wiped the tears from the boy's cheek with his finger.And again he delivered a warm smile to the boy. Warmer than the sunlight.He tried to keep the atmosphere happy at the last moment.

- Since when do you call your father master, my son?

Nadim kissed the old man's palm and said:

- Your master is dearer to me than my father...