Mentally Occupied

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She had that hidden ability that you don't think is anything special as much as it's exhausting and tired seeing people's future every day, good or bad, and trying to tell them to be careful without calling the mental hospital to hold them there. Some people may think that something like this is a pleasant thing, seeing and knowing what will happen to those around you in the future will give you great importance to them, but the truth is completely different from this imagining and imagining, imagine that you are confronting someone to tell him that he is about to lose a loved one. Wouldn't this person consider you a bad omen and call you a jinx? This is just a small part of what happened before that with Hana.

She paused as she watched what would happen very soon to Malik, He puts his hand on his chest nearly choked. He's breathing hard in his office. This is what would happen to him if he went to work, she is sure without any doubt about that, and what she saw corresponds perfectly with his appearance that she saw now. He was wearing the same suit he's wearing now until he was completely unconscious, and it wasn't discovered until two hours later when colleague at work entered, he went to his office to tell him something important, and he found it flattering, but it was too late. He died before this colleague entered. His colleague, whom she saw clearly and could accurately describe, would find him dead..

Hana shuddered and turned away from him, looking at him again and again until he cut off his gaze. He approached her and asked her seriously:

- Are you well?

She looked back into his eyes more deeply, as if she was sure of what she had seen before. She said while shaking off some of the dirt sticking to her clothes:

- No..

She stopped talking, confused about what she should do in such a situation. Should she leave him alone and let him spend his life quietly in his office until his colleague at work finds out about him, or will she tell him and prevent him from going to work, so his fate will change, but what will this young man who she meets for the first time in her life think of her? Malik kept waiting for Hana to complete her speech. But she remained silent, contemplating his face, which aroused Malik's doubts about the mental health of the young woman standing in front of him. He said to her while he was clearing the air next to him, as if he was pushing away a person standing next to him, and he asked Hana inquiringly:

- but what?

Hana hesitated and said in a broken voice:

- Are you going to work or what?

- Yes, I am heading to work now, and if we stop talking more than this, I will be late for my work.

The words creaked in Hana's throat out of shyness as she told him:

- Can you spend this morning with me?

The request sounded strange to Malik, and had it not been for Hana's appearance not suggesting that she is a reckless girl, he would have thought badly of her. He smiled as he removed the air with his arm again, which made Hana think that this young man standing in front of her must be unnatural. Malik looked at her carefully and asked her:

- Is there something that worries you or bothers you?

- I don't.. but you are the one who will get tired, faint and die if you go to work.

Malik was amazed by Hana's words and asked her to explain what she was saying. Hana began to explain to him the strange ability she had. Malik narrowed his eyebrows while saying:

- Is what you say true? Can you really know the future just by looking into anyone's eyes?

Hana smiled calmly and returned to her nature and said:

- Not exactly..it doesn't always happen but sometimes...

Malik interrupted:

- You mean you might know the future and other times it doesn't.

- Yes, this is what happens to me.

- Are you sure about this? I mean, if you see and know what will happen to someone, what you saw must happen to them?

Hana shook her head in the affirmative, which made Malik feel awe and chills running through his body. His legs shivered and Hana noticed that. She asked him to accompany him and spend this morning with her in the café she used to sit in. Malik agreed without hesitation or will and walked beside her like a bewitched man.

***

Naim sat at the dining table eating his breakfast before going to his work as the director of (Al Bidaya clinic). His wife brought a plate of bread and placed it on the side of the table to be to Naeem's right and sat next to him. The plate is a piece of egg and put it in his mouth, he closed his mouth and started licking his morsel in silence with his eyes fixed in front of him, for more than two decades and Naim has acted in his position in this semi-automatic way.

His wife complained at first, but with the passage of time and Naeem's unwillingness to change and return to his usual, natural way, she got used to such behavior.

It all started when it was confirmed by medical examinations that his wife was sterile and that she was unable to conceive, even if through artificial insemination, which had not yet reached this level of progress. He inherits it, and no one completes his career.

At the time, Naim was at the height of his youth and he could marry another woman, but he could not do that, not for fear of his wife's feelings, but because his religion does not allow polygamy or divorce. He wandered a lot at this time, thinking about a way to find a solution to his problem. He proposed to his wife and his cousin at the same time. It was time for them to adopt a male child, to raise them, and to have a son. I brought the matter to the priest, who scolded Naeem in the confession session, and considered this an objection to the will of the Lord. Naim bowed his head in front of him and no longer thought about adoption again.

After several months he committed a sin, but he decided not to confess it to anyone, not to his wife, not to the priest, or to a race created on this earth, but in his heart he did not consider this a sin he had committed, but rather considered it a snatching of an authentic right for him in this life, and since that day he had a feeling that His wife, sitting next to him, is a heavy burden on him that he cannot get rid of, so he lived in his house in an automatic way, not failing in any of his responsibilities, and Catherine, his wife, could not catch one of his mistakes to revolt against him.

He finished his breakfast, ate his suit jacket, picked up his car keys from a shelf hanging next to the door, then remembered something, so he returned with semi-regular steps and kissed Catherine, who did not leave the dining table even though she had finished her breakfast. He opened it and went out.

***

Hana went to her usual table and sat down, followed by Malik, who pulled two chairs in his hand and placed them next to the table Hana was sitting on. He sat on one of them and placed the other next to him. Hana was amazed at the third chair he had brought. :

- What good is this chair if you are not going to use it?! Are you waiting for someone, or are you going to invite someone to join us for the session?

- This chair is not for me.. but for him.

- for whom? Nobody here but us.

Malik laughed and said while looking at the empty chair for Hana:

- Sorry, my friend, do not get angry.. She does not see you, as you know.

Hana asked him what he meant. Malik smiled and told her of his ability to speak and deal with the ghosts of the dead. At first Hana thought he was joking with her, but he swore to her that he could talk to the dead. He asked them what they wanted, as usual Hana asked for her morning coffee. Similarly, Malik asked for his coffee. Malik returned to explain to her about his special abilities, which suddenly appeared to him without his desire. At first he was terrified of what he met with them, but after a while he noticed that they could not touch him or hurt him. So he calmed down and began to deal with them. He helped many of them and saved their relatives from certain calamities.