Mentally Occupied

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As usual, bread, fried potatoes, and some green leaves of watercress, four grains of falafel in another dish, next to them were pieces of tomato, a large plate of beans with oil and lemon and spiced with cumin. His wife sat next to him at the dining table, and she was eating with appetite. He plated the beans and put them in his mouth, licking them slowly until he had to swallow them. His wife looked at him, hurried and cut another piece of bread, put a piece of falafel and some tomatoes in it, and as he did in the first. He did in seconds. His wife followed him, forcing him to eat half a loaf in this way. He asked her for a cup of coffee.

He stood up and headed to the bedroom. His wife watched him wondering. Why did he lose his appetite like that? Perhaps because of the disturbing dream he had last night. She quickly made the coffee, brought it to the bedroom, put it on the commode, and said to him:

- Oh bliss, my love.. What's wrong with you?

- Nothing.. Why do you ask?

- You didn't break your fast as usual.

He smiled a raped smile as he said:

- Nothing, it's just that I recovered myself from beans and falafel.

- Hunt.. There are only two weeks left and the fast will end.. And I promise to cook you meat, chicken and fish for every meal.

She said it and laughed. Naim looked at her foolishly as he tied his tie and did not answer. His wife brought a cup of coffee and placed it in front of him on the dresser where he stands. He took a long sip from it and brought it back and went to the closet to get the jacket. His wife asked him with interest:

- What do you want me to make you lunch? Lentils or Basara?

Naim laughed resoundingly and said:

- Nothing.. today I will have lunch in the sanatorium..

His wife looked at him with a meaningful look. Naim completed his conversation and said:

- Don't worry. The food will go on my fast. I know the instructions very well.

He put on his jacket, kissed her cheek and hurried out.

On the way, he stopped his car in front of a famous restaurant. He asked him for bluebeef sandwiches with eggs, sausage, and cheese. The worker from whom he received the order asked him:

- Do you want fried cheese?

Naim smiled and said to him:

- No, please.. I don't want anything fried.. Oh, I forgot..

- At your service.

- A cup of tea with milk, please.

The waiter hurried and prepared his order for him. He gave it to him. Naim gave him the price of what he asked for and left him a large tip. The waiter thanked him. Naim did not hear him, as he hurried towards his car, devoured his meal, and enjoyed tea with hot milk while he was driving towards the sanatorium.

After he finished his meal, he got rid of all the packages and bags in the nearest trash can he met on the way, he is not sure of anything, because his wife may raid him in the sanatorium at lunch time to make sure that what he eats is compatible with fasting, and she may spend the rest of the day with him, and when they return, she finds traces of his crime.

***

In the next morning Fouad stood in front of the door of Malika's room. He tried to eavesdrop on what was happening inside the room. He did not hear anything. Fouad knocked on the door of Malika's room and entered. He found her standing against the wall, drawing as usual. He slowly approached her and sat beside her. While she is standing practicing her passion looking directly into her eyes, he says:

- You look better today, do you know that for the first time I notice that you have beautiful eyes?

Malika smiled in astonishment at what Fouad said. For the first time, she heard someone flirting with her beauty in this clinic. She said strangely:

- What's different today? The days seem very similar to meAnd these eyes have been on my face since the day I was born, so what is new then?!

Fouad raised his shoulders and said:

- I don't know..There is something bright about you today.. It seems that your rivalry with me was extinguishing the luster of your face.

Malika looked at him in silence for a few seconds, then swallowed hard, and returned to symmetry with her drawings on the wall, saying:

- But I haven't forgiven you yet.

Fouad looked at her slightly displeased, he stretched his lips, saying:

- I don't remember how many times I've apologized to you since I got here, it seems like a lot, and I don't remember how hard I tried to win you over and make you forgive me.

- I also don't remember any of this, I only remember you lying and deceiving me that day.

Knock FouadNoHe leaned towards the bare floor of the room and said, with sorrow evident in the tones of his voice:

- Well, I admit I let you down that day and it wasn't off to a good start meeting you for the first time and that definitely made you get a bad impression of me...But I am really a good person and so every thinksfromGet to know me, try to give me a chance to start over and get to know me better, think about it, okay?

Malika was silent for a whileShe raised her head high, looked out of the window, then looked back at the wall. She seemed confused or trying to do something, but it didn't happen.

Malika held her breath hoping to hear something, but she did not hear what she wanted.DevelopedMalikaHer index finger on her upper lip, then ponderedaL smiledFouad, who remained sitting in his place, contemplating Malika, said:

- good.

Fouad suddenly stood up and approached Malika, standing in front of her completely, looking surprised at Malika's face:

- Hey, did you smile?!

Malika turned her face away from Fouad and said in disapproval:

- I?!No, it didn't.

- indeed! I noticed two dimples appearing in your cheeks!

Malika smiled again and she put both her hands on her cheeks and examining them. Fouad looked at her, and the more he delved into the details of her face. The more joyful he became, which made him optimistic. Then he laughed and said:

- Forget about that and tell me, what is the secret of your love for drawing in that way?

Fouad waited for an answer to his question. Malika tried to find out what was going on in Fouad's mind, but she did not find anything worthy of attention. Malika said, pointing proudly towards the wall full of drawings:

- Believe meI don't know, it was just a hobby before I got hereI used to love drawing and practice it a lot, but as I told you, it is just a hobby that I practice in my spare time.But it became an obsession for me when my thoughts became crowded and silence became my only option.

Fouad understands what Malika means. She speaks with her drawings. She tells what she feels or knows through her lines on the walls of her room. Fouad looked at the drawings and said to her:

- But when I look at the walls of the room, I find many drawings that do not have a single link between them. Where did the ideas for those drawings come from?

Malika looked at him surprised and amazed at his speech, and asked him in disapproval:

- Doesn't it really look connected to you?! For me it came from a curiosity about everything I didn't know idea about him look here..

Then Malika graffiti on one of the walls of the room reads:

- This is a drawing of a girl looking at me. A man pointing a gun at another man. She is just an eyewitness to the murder, but who is the murderer or perhaps the murdered for her? He must be someone who cares about her in some way. And this is a drawing stained with red color, which expresses blood splatter, and it contains a bullet, chains, and an answer Perhaps it is the blood of the slain person in the previous painting, and this letter may be from the murderer or the slain, and what was written in it must be a great secret. Finally, this is a drawing of rods held by a hand that appears to be a girl's hand from the paint on top of her nails..

Then she resumed her speech, saying in enthusiasm:

- You can imagine what the world looks like from another perspective, maybe at some point the good guys will be held accountable What they did from goodness. Society will punish them for that, making virtue a reprehensible thing. Sins will always be the case, that girl looks at a man. He was about to kill another man, and when I called the police, the man had already killed the other man, and blood was splattered everywhere, and the police came at the time and tied up the girl. He was not the man, and there was nothing left of it. That message in which you tell the rest of the people like her to flee because in this world they will pursue those who are different from human nature that exists under the ruins of darkness, see this break up his battle between two! See this does not steal! This does not kill! But do you know what's confusing? The light at the end of the tunnel? The thing is, what would be the punishment for the good guys if killing was the right thing in that town?

Fouad looked back at the paintings on the wall, then said:

- This is really, really impressive and life changingaWe are used to it, what you are doing on these walls makes a person think from another perspective far from this world of ours, what the world would really look like if murder and theft wereLying and hypocrisyLike food and drink in our time? What if those who do not commit such crimes are the criminals in this world? But what are you curious about in this drawing?