Mentally Occupied

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Hana at that time was listening to him and believing him despite the strangeness of what she heard. She also has special abilities and no one believes her. She believed him as he trusted him and believed her. After he finished speaking, he started telling her about his work in a company dealing in the stock exchange and trading in securities. He asked her about her job, Hana was silent for a few seconds, then told him that she was looking for a job. Hana asked him about the one sitting in the third chair. Malik grabbed his cup of coffee and took a sip from it, then he said while savoring the taste of coffee:

He wears a black hat and has traces of his neck because he died by committing suicide in his room after killing his wife and two children, he has been haunting me for two days because he can't get rid of the guilt.

- Oh my God! How can you live like this?

- Who said I'm alive?

Hana leaned back in the chair and looked at him in fear, saying:

- what? Are you dead? Am I sitting with a ghost? But how did the waiter see you and deal with you?!

Malik laughed sarcastically, saying:

- I'm joking, don't worry, I only get to see them and talk to them. I did not go to them yet.

- Kidding like a third chair prank?!

- No.. no, I'm really kidding, you can't touch death and they can't touch you but I caught you outside when the car was about to hit you.

- Hey! This means that you are a normal human being.

- Sure.. I felt so grateful to you a while ago, but it looks like I saved your life also in exchange for your saving my life without my knowing, looks like we're even now.

- I wasn't expecting gratitude or anything from you anyway.

- Yes, you're waiting for me to accept you.

Then he resumed his speech, saying:

- You can come tomorrow to apply for work, and don't worry, I will recommend it for you.

Hana enthusiastically replied:

- Truly! Shall I start work the day after tomorrow?

He looked coldly and seriously saying:

- I mean.. you don't have to accept me, I am really looking for a job but this was just an excuse not to go to the work.

Malik looked at Her with a sarcastic smile on his face. That smile did not leave his face as he said:

- Stop being arrogantagolden. Tomorrow I will wait you at the company at nine o'clock.

- Well.. thank you very much.. and thank you for your understanding of my vision for the future.

- Thank you, too. You believe me about dealings with the dead.

Hana took the newspapers and was about standing, but she sat down again and looked at him.

- What is your name?

He smiled saying:

- Malik... What about you?

- Hana.

Then she stood up and looked at the third chair, saying:

- Now I'll go and leave you two alone.

Hana ran away in front of him as she turned over and and looked at him, fortunately she could see only one person's eyes per day but she would definitely be able to see other visions when they converge their eyes again, sometimes Hana looks at someone in the eye and doesn't see anything. This ability does not apply to all humans and do not apply at all times, Then she went back to her house and decided to go to the company tomorrow, hoping tobe a new beginning for a new working life.. But wait.. Will Hana be able to mix and deal with people?

Hana who avoids looking into eyes all the time. Is it really better to be isolated at home than to go out to face that world? Will you be exposed again too much trouble?

While Malik returned to his house he thought of what Hana predicted to happen. He needs to have a rest. He fell into a deep sleep, and the suicidal man seemed to like the coffee very much. He decided to stay and leave Malik alone for a while. He was busy observing the patrons of the café and the passers-by on the street.

Tomorrow is a new beginning for Malik as well, he felt that death was imminent for him today but fate gave him a chance to live again, fate is waiting for them to wake up in the next morning until.

***

Life continues where we left off and ends where we began a closed circle in which we revolve and revolve around us like a suffocating ring at times or a lifeline at other times. And while we live these small details in our lives, there are millions of other details that happen in the lives of others. We may not see or feel it, just as they do not see our details or pay attention to them. Events do not end and fate never fails to perform its function, from another perspective, but in the same magical city that resembles a wonderland, Malika was in her room drawing on a wall was that filled with drawings that express different seemingly unrelated stories, She puts her hand in her waist and moves away from the wall a little to see what she drew, then goes back to complete the lines she drew. But among all those scenes that are found on the wall, you do not find a single scene suggesting a happy ending. Some people believe that drawing is a talent given by God to some of his creation, but the truth is that drawing is not a physical ability or mindset as far as it is a spiritual ability, You draw with your heart intersecting lines, And use your brains to make some extras details. The hours pass without you realizing, adding some colors and even shades. The painting is complete and looks more realistic with a few frills, But in the end you are painting a scene You may have experienced it at some point in your life. Or an emotional state that attacked you one day by surprise, or a story you heard from one of your companions you do not know what scene precedes it and what scene follows it. Perhaps you draw a girl crying in the rain and those blue colors and shades of gray that you'd use it to suggest how lonely that girl was in that scene gloomy, don't you understand why she was left alone here like this? Will someone come to her soon? Your mind continues to ask questions, and this is the good thing about painting, it has no beginning and no end, it throws you into the painting away from life without you being happy or sad as much as you are wondering and pondering, letting your imagination run wild until you put an appropriate end to that painting or this scene from your point of view , unlike writing completely that does not keep you in the unknown, clings to you well until the plane takes off and begins your search journey in those details that you were curious to know, you will cry a little and you will laugh a little, you will not get excited and you will feel bored, but when the plane returns again and lands on the ground will be sad anyway; Even if the end is happy, you will be sad about the end of that journey. And your departure from the heroes of that story permanently and without return, and even if you re-read the work again, this journey will not be like the first journey at all, but the painting is an embodiment of the words of writing and writing, a description of a painting in which the colors of your imagination mix with the darkness of your sorrows, forming a wonderful mixture that expresses the conflict of those multiple personalities within you that are trying hard to be one person. The painting makes curiosity kill you while writing relieves your curiosity and makes the truth fatal. However, under all circumstances you are definitely dead.

It is seven o'clock in the morning and she is still awake since last night in her room drawing and her mind is not devoid of ideas and does not stop chattering, full of the many conversations that mean her and that do not mean anything to her but do not enable her to sleep at all anyway, Thoughts haunt her wherever they are without her will. Her destiny is aware of what he is doing and she is aware of what those around her are thinking. Vintage winter jacket Despite the brightness of the sun and the heat of the air, her loneliness in that room seemed to be losing her mind feeling, and many other things by the time.

Nurse Ashjan knocked on her room door quietly and slowly. Then she opened the door and found her drawing as usual, She did not consider those paintings that surround the wall and considered them (scribbles) nothing more. She got close from Malika telling her gently:

- I didn't tell the manager that you haven't taken the medicine for about a week, because if he knew, he would inject you. He didn't subject you to electrotherapy sessions, so please take those pills today, for sure he will find out if he sees your condition getting worse day by day.