Mentally Occupied

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Hana looked at him inquiringly and clarified as they were on their way to Malik's car which was located not far from the company's headquarters.

Malik Completed his speech as soon as they got on the car saying:

- Why didn't you take advantage of those days when you saw other people's vision to look in the mirror? You will never be able to see your future anywayin this days.

A pale smile spread on Hana's face, and she said to him while trying to banish the ghost of memories from her imagination:

- I thought so too, but the last vision I saw of my future, I saw another vision with it to another person on the same day. That is, my vision of my future may happen when I look in the mirror if I saw someone else's vision.

Malik turned on the engine of his car and moved with it. Before he reached the side road, Malik asked Hana while looking in the mirror hanging in the car's salon, from which Hana tried hard to get away:

- Why did you stop looking in the mirror only a year ago?!

Hana was silent for a while, then she replied:

- Because I saw myself crying on my mother's grave while she is out making breakfast for me and calling me to go to her.

Malik felt bad for Hana, but he soon smiled again. Instead of apologizing for his question, he tried to inject some courage, saying:

- But there is nothing wrong with taking a little risk, and it is okay to try looking in the mirror once at least at your face. You will feel better after doing it. You probably won't see anything and perhaps the vision will be good, not necessarily bad. Everything is possible and permissible.

Hana put her arm on the car window and smiled to him saying:

- Don't bother yourself to a matter. Forget about it. Now tell me, where we are going.

He hit the steering wheel with his hand and said while smiling after the car took the main road. He straightened up in front of the steering wheel and said:

- Didn't I tell you before about me helping ghosts? This morning I met a ghost in the prime of his youth who was killed by his uncle for the inheritance of his deceased father He's looking for his sister now to get her too. We're on our way to the house that his sister lives. We'll move her from there because it's not safe and they'll find her.

Hana looked at him surprised and asked him innocently:

- Where will we transport it?

Malik smiled as he looked in front of him, following the road. Here, Hana speaks with the adjective of the two, not the singular. She did not tell him where she will transfer it, but rather she said where we will transfer it, as he expected. She will not let him down. He was sure inside him that they would be a great team together. He said in response to her question:

- To a house her brother bought it before killing him. Nobody knows about it but him. He couldn't tell her about it before he died so he asked me for help.

Then Malik looked in the car mirror while smiling and pointing to the back seat and said:

- By the way, he's sitting behind us now. Say hello to him.

Hana laughed, trying to overcome her fear. There is a dead ghost with them in the same car, a crazy adventure, but although she is a bit afraid, she trusts Malik a lot. She did not turn back and said to Malik exclaiming:

- But tell me Why do you help them? Is it the love of the profession that does not bring you any source of livelihood. Or are they threatening to hurt you if you don't respond to their requests?

Malik laughed as he pointed to the ghost in the back seat and said:

- No, they can't hurt me. Your idea of ghosts seems to be derived from the stories of the crazy novelists of this world. If they could hurt me, they would have taken revenge on those who killed them but it is love of the profession. In a more precise sense, adventure. We men cannot live without adventure, and that is why you find many of us adventure, but in his own way, which is adventure with women, and this type of adventure does not impress me. I will tell you something important regarding this matter..

Malik was silent for a few seconds, then resumed his speech after seeing the ghost resting his back comfortably in the back seat and no longer interested in the conversation between them. All he cares about is that Malik is eager to help him:

- I've been through it before and I don't mind doing it over and over again. Do you know why?

Malik looked at Hana, waiting for a response. Hana slowed down, thinking, then said:

- Perhaps because no one knows what you do, I mean the secrecy in your work that makes you feel special..

- No not like that. Because wanting to come back to life to do something after death is the ultimate hopelessness and helplessness that no one wants to live with. When a person dies, he becomes nothing, and everything in him is transformed, not just his body. Even his name is lost, and he becomes just a corpse.

Hana smiled trying to understand his point of view. They are now on a mission for an assistant a ghost died. They must rescue a living person in fulfillment of the wish of her dead brother. What a strange fate! The living want to destroy each other and the dead want to help the living to save what is left for them on the face of the earth.

***

Days passed and passed similar, there is nothing new in it. Nothing changes in the sanatorium. Multiple visits almost daily from Fouad to Malika's room. Malika shuts down the door to her room. She didn't get out of it. Standing inside it alone. She did not see anyone, and no one sees her except Fouad on his periodic visits and Ashjan on the prescribed medication schedules. She takes her medication regularly without objection as it was before. However, she feels more pain and hallucinates constantly, the conversations that her head does not stop day and night. Bickering, debates, and verbal wars take place on the platforms of her mind, her pain increases as the area of discussion expands inside her head, but most importantly. Fouad is unable to see her in the last two days. He went to Malika's room more than once a day, and whenever the nurse Ashjan told him that she had taken the medicine and was sleeping now, so he opened the door of her room and looked at her, contemplating her from afar, an angel immersed in innocence just as she was asleep. He thinks and imagines. He closes the door of the room quietly without making any sound for fear of disturbing her and waking her up.

Malika woke up late at night screaming from the pain in her head, everything around her was spinning and vibrate. The walls, the furniture, the lamps, the nets, her painting, everything continuing to spin around her, continually whimpering and banging her head against the wall.

Malika could not stand the noise in her head. She stood up slowly. Her legs did not carry her at first. She fell on her bed. She stood again while resting on her trembling arms until she was able to stand again. She tried to hold on not to fall. She took short steps as she tried to reach the door. She felt that she was moving away from her whenever she approached it. All she wanted was for someone to save her from what she is in now. She reached the door after a hard effort, sweat pouring out from all parts of her body, her eyes half open, she leaned on the wall next to the door so as not to fall, she grabbed the water bottle and tried to turn it to open the door, but the door was locked from the outside. She kept knocking on it from the inside, but no one answered her until she fell. Perhaps Earth has completely lost its energy.

Malika woke up in the next day. She slowly opened her eyes, looked around her. She found herself extended perhaps bedding in her room. She looked at her paintings on the walls. She tried to sit down, but she still feels an enormous weight in her head. Still the sounds of conflicting is like a drum shaking her mind. Everything annoyingly intertwined in her head. As if it were a surreal painting in which lines intersected, intertwined, interrupted, and connected in a random way that no one understands or can explain what its painter intended. Loud voices hesitated in her head. Whisper comes faintly to her from afar and surrounds her from every direction, for which she does not know the source. The hissing of snakes, the chirping of frogs, thunder from time to time, after which you hear the croaking of pigs, voices and voices only. She does not see what she hears. She almost goes crazy from the noise and crowding that fuss inside her.

She closed her eyes tightly, but nevertheless, strange fantasies appeared before her, cockroaches flying in space, ants crawling everywhere and almost covering every space in the room, a war going on somewhere between swarms of locusts and a settlement of black wasps, she opened her eyes when all these insects gathered to attack her .

She felt her body to make sure that no harm had happened to her. She gnawed at her nails and gnashed her teeth from the severity of the pain and suffering .Her eyes move quickly all around her. She kept trying to get up and sit down again and again, going back and forth in all corners of the room holding her head, which was about to explode, until the nurse entered to give her medicine and found her in that terrible condition.