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Rebellious nature

Mustafa poked his head out of the opening of the door and said:
- Good morning sweeties.
Noha turned towards him, she saw only his head and the rest of his body hidden outside the door, she laughed and said to him:
- Oh uncle, don't make a secret game.
Mustafa entered and put the shoe box that was in the black bag on the table and the file of his book on the floor beside him on the chair he sat on. Noha moved from behind her desk and sat on a chair across from him. She said to him as she looked at the file on the floor:
- Isn't this the paper of your book, or are you ready?
Mustafa looked at the file and said to her indifferently:
- Oh he is.
- Wahthh on the ground why? Put it on the table next to this garbage bag.. or even put it next to you on the chair.
Mustafa lifted him and placed him on the chair next to him. She said, pointing to the black bag:
- And what is this bag more important than what you are writing, God willing?!
Mustafa hinted at the irony in her words and said:
- He didn't allow Kish to make fun of a book...
I interrupted him:
- I am not mocking your book, Mustafa.. I am mocking this bag.. What does it mean?
- Deja vu nut.
- One piece of deja vu?!
- Not even two, my sister.. each one even.
Noha asked permission to open the bag, and Mustafa agreed. Noha took the cardboard box out of the bag, then opened it and let out a whistle indicating admiration when she saw the new shoes. She said to him as she took one out:
- What is this chic?! No seriously, wow.. very sweet.. yes, that's it, so let the elegance continue.. wear it, come on.
- Then, not now..
- Uncle, wear it, and don't be afraid of the smell of your legs, it won't be sweet..
She said it while extending her hand with the pair of shoes and smiling at him affectionately. Mustafa took the shoes from her hands and placed them on the table. He took off the right shoe from his foot and began to wear the new shoes. Shihab al-Baghdadli happened to pass by and entered Noha's office. He found Mustafa bent over tying the new shoelaces. He picked up a file Mustafa papers said:
- So this is the book that our eyes are aware of.. Let's see, sir.
Mustafa turned terrified, he tried to retrieve his file, but Shihab moved away, and Mustafa stood hunched between the chair and the table, with an unfinished shoe, Mustafa rushed to get out from between the table and the chair, he tried to take off the shoe, but he could not, he continued, but Shihab's hand was faster and opened the file, Mustafa stood in amazement looking Towards a stunned Noha who did not know what to do, Shihab took out the papers and looked at them, then threw them in the air and shouted at Mustafa while he was clutching his sleeves:
- Is this the first of your works, Mustafa? White paper.. You intended to print booklets?!
Mustafa felt ashamed of himself, he freed himself from Shihab's hand, while Nuha stood in amazement, not believing that the paper was white and not written on it. Mustafa tried to get out of the office, regardless of the results, but Shihab closed the way for him and said to him:
- where are you going?! Get dressed here and sit in front of me at the desk.. Do your best, Noha.
Shihab pushed him and Mustafa resisted him until he got him to the office, made him sit down by force, picked up a piece of paper from the ground and put it violently in front of him and said to him:
- By God Almighty, you will not move from here, nor will I move from here, except when you write an article.. I want you to go, my soul, Noha.
Noha tried to speak, but Shehab motioned for her to sit down and shut up or leave. Noha collected the papers scattered on the floor and placed them on the desk in front of Mustafa. Shehab took out a pen from his shirt pocket and threw it at Mustafa and said to him:
- You will not move except when you write.. So write with better taste for you instead of making it a day when I am not contagious.
Noha approached Mustafa and patted him on the back for the first time in the life of their friendship. He looked at her with tears welling up in his eyes. She said to him encouragingly:
- Write, Mustafa, write about any subject you spoke to me about before.
Noha grabbed the pen that Shihab had thrown at Mustafa and put it in his hand and said to him:
- I know that you can.. and that you will write a strong article.. Come on, name God.
Mustafa held the pen with one shaky hand, wiped his tears with the other hand, and started writing. He wrote some words on the paper in front of him, then grabbed it and tore it. Shehab looked at him and said:
- Cut as much as you want.. God willing, you will cut all this paper.. Cut it and I will bring you a packet of paper now..
Then he looked at Noha and said to her:
- Call Faraj, he has tea.
Mustafa looked at Shihab through his tears and said to him:
- I just want coffee.
Shihab sat on the chair Mustafa was sitting on before and put one leg on another and said:
- I brought him asphalt on his brain.
- Are you going to drink something?
- Oh, come to me asphalt like him.. When we see her end.
Shehab threw his new shoe in the corner of the room and sat shaking his leg waiting for Mustafa to finish his first article, while Mustafa was writing words on the paper and then tearing them, Shehab did not care about that and remained sitting quietly, Mustafa began writing lines instead of words and then tearing the paper, after Drinking coffee, Mustafa forgot himself and everyone around him and started writing his first article. He finished the first paper from it and pulled out a second paper, then a third, then a fourth. After he finished writing the article, he let out a hot, sharp exhalation as if it were an erupting volcano. He grabbed the papers and started re-reading what he had written, amending and correcting. In it, all of this and Noha smiled happily while Shihab shook his head in satisfaction. Mustafa finished revising the article more than once. Shehab extended his hand towards Mustafa. Mustafa extended his hand with the papers while trembling. Shihab grabbed the article and started reading it in silence. He finished it and looked at Mustafa and said for him:
- Bravo.. come on, egg it quickly.
Mustafa did not believe himself. He looked at a shooting star and said to him:
- Do you really talk?
Shehab stood up and returned to his rebellious nature and said:
- Am I joking with you or what?! Come on quickly finish.
Mustafa took the papers of the article and put new papers in front of him and began transcribing his first article in good handwriting. He finished transcribing and extended his hand with the papers to Shihab, who re-read it again, then extended his hand towards Mustafa and said with his usual nervousness:
- Bring this pen, it is not hospice.
Mustafa returned the pen to him. Shehab took it and signed the article. He said while placing the papers on Noha's desk in front of Mustafa:
- Come on, get up, and quickly add the article to the coordination section.. Are you still here?!
Mustafa jumped from behind the desk while he was hopping, took off his other old shoe, brought the shoe that Shehab had thrown in the corner of the office room before, put his foot in it and jogged outside, Shehab followed him and before he left he asked him:
- Where did you get these sweet boots from?
Mustafa ran out of the room, replying to Shehab:
- Then.. then, Chief, I will tell you.
Mustafa hurried towards the coordination department. He bumped into more than one person on his way. He was running and laughing loudly, and everyone who passed them looked at him in astonishment. The coordination department arrived. He placed the paper in front of the department director as he approached. He said to him in a broken voice:
- Look.. look.. this is my article.. and this is the president's signature, is it.. do you see it?
The department director looked at him in astonishment at the way he spoke and at his non-stop laughter. He took the paper from him and motioned him to leave. Mustafa came out in disbelief that he had written an article and that it would be published in the magazine.