Mentally Occupied

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He thankfully refused. She invited him to think calmly so that he could reach a solution, saying:- Stop flog yourself and put yourself down and let's really think about the real reasons behind this.. Do you think she is pretending to be mentally ill? Did you just represent it before the committee?Fouad did not find a justification for what Naglaa said, so he replied to her, saying:- Why would you do that? She really wants to get out of here. This is something I am sure of and from my experience. Also, when I took over her condition and looked at her closely, I found her really like a body without a soul.. She was extremely emaciated and emaciated.. I do not think that she is good at acting except this degree.Naglaa felt a kind of sympathy for him, but in the end she is a doctor and a partner in the clinic, and what happened harmed her personal interests.She is between two fires, the fire of Naim, her partner and director of the sanatorium, and the fire of Fouad, who is burning in front of her now. Nagla thought for a while and then said seriously:- So don't mint, investigate about the matter and try to search for it more, perhaps you will reach the answers to your questions that confuse you over time.Fouad nodded and got up to see Naim to know some information from him or answers to some of his questions. But they told him that he went home after that happened and he wants to stay alone. This increased Fouad's feelings of guilt and his sadness that he had lost the trust of Naim, his manager, who had hoped that a major change would take place in the sanatorium with Fouad's presence. In addition, Fouad himself feels that what happened today is a stab wound to his medical reputation, which he has preserved for years since his graduation. Fouad decided to return home too because he wasn't in the mood to get through the day and of course he won't be able to talk to Malika because she'll be sleeping all day anyway. There is no point in staying.***Rufaida parked her car in the parking lot, chose the parking lot far from the swimming pool near the theater, got out of her car and put her sunglasses on her face, on her way to one of the parks, she heard a loud sound coming out of the theater, curiosity led her feet to it, she entered, the place was almost dark Except for a dim light on the stage, she almost stumbled, but she held on and walked until she reached the fourth row in front of the stage. With sharp reactions, in the second row there was a young man sitting with his foot on the seat in front of him, you don't know how he managed to do this, in his hand a lot of white paper and a charcoal pen that he wrote on a sheet of the sketch papers that he had with him, looking at the stage and pointing with the pen in certain directions Then he raised his head high, looked at the standing man, and went back to his papers, writing on them again. On the stage, there were two young men in the clothes of Egyptian warriors. Ancient people, near them a man stood in ordinary modern clothes, the man began to explain to them how they would move and asked them to implement what he said and then repeat to tell them what he said again and ask them to implement it again, in the end he shouted saying to them:- It is easy and simple.. You will raise this sword like this and advance with your left leg.. and you will receive the blow of the sword on the handle of the sickle and your left foot is also advanced, where is the difficulty in this?!The man leaned on the foot of one of them and stopped him as he wanted, then he went to the young man who was standing opposite the first one and moved his foot and placed it as he wanted, then he said while standing raising his arms at the level of his shoulders while saying:- Easy and simple.. what's wrong with you?!The two young men began to fight, after a few minutes the man asked them to repeat the battle from the beginning, the two young men left and disappeared behind the scenes, the man clapped his hand, one of them entered from the right of the stage and the other from his left and the fight began amidst the man's encouraging comments to them.Rufaida contemplated what was happening, all of these were preparing a theatrical performance. There was a writer who wrote the script one day, stayed up and thought and put his art and ideas into it, only to be met by a director who might be crazy in his movements and behavior like this man who is on stage in front of her now, distributing the roles to the actors to sit. Such a madwoman memorizes her role while waving her hand and her features change from one situation to another, and this maniac who talks to the ceiling must be the interior designer, and there will be another for sound, another for lighting, a designer for clothes, accessories, and many others, all this for what; In order to deceive the viewer into living a fictitious event composed and imagined by a writer, and animated by a director and represented by actors.. and more than one person worked to make the matter cast and deceive the viewers.Was Malik also familiar with her love, and directed it in his own way, as that man does? If that is the case, then he must be a genius actor, and he should join such a troupe, which guarantees him that he will win many awards, but she is a woman and has a heart that feels whether the feelings he transmits in front of him are true or false. Malik's feelings are all true, she is sure of that.She came out of the theater asking herself: "Do feelings die, disappear and decompose as the bodies of dead people decompose?" Feelings may change and turn from love to hate or lack of interest, but she cannot change her feelings against him yet. Perhaps not enough time has passed for this to happen, so she should give herself a chance for that, but it seems that opportunities are not available today. Wissam is calling her.***Fouad slept irregularly that night, the most important of which was insomnia and sleeplessness. Fouad got up in the next morning, feeling tired from not sleeping well passionless. He doesn't want to do anything, he just wants to stay in bed all day and listen to That sad music that makes him feel a strong urge to cry, but life is not merciful to him. We never stop trying, sometimes we are afraid of falling when we find our souls have risen too high, as if their transcendence afflicts us with a kind of cowardice and fear. It is the vertigo of the soul that always makes us obsessed with stress and anxiety. Our constant fear does not give us the opportunity to enjoy the pleasure of transcendence. Life repeats that scene constantly, constantly and non-stop, and we always stand on the verge of failure, waiting for our turn instead of We go on our way celebrating victory and success. We do not know a clear cause of those pains, or died You will calm down and comfort us. Will time stop for a while to catch our breath? We will really be back as we were or so net gear. The best? And because we are no longer the same and everything descends us towards the bottom, we must be drowned inevitably. All he could really do was take a deep breath and cry.But what you do not know is that time does not stop at all, and if a person feels that it has stopped, then this means that he has died and has gone to an isthmus world that has other calculations regarding time. This means that the world has ended for you and you do not care about anything. There is something else that you ignore, whether intentionally or unconsciously; And it is that you are nothing in the end in front of that big world. You, my dear, are less than a speck of dust in this vast universe. Rather, the planet that you live on and that billions of people and a thousand times more creatures share with you is not really worth a despicable speck of dust in this expanding universe sun With your victories or your defeats, don't wait for someone to hug you and tell you that you deserve better and that they always want to see you well embrace yourself, gather your limbs, heal your wounds, trim what is worth trimming from, and take care of it until it heals so that you can complete the rest of your days in this life.Even if you are a crowned king in your private life, you are worthless among the lives of millions around you and even the real kings are only kings over some millions who rule them and delude them that they understand more who are they and that they are the only source of truth that they monopolized for themselves, but they are in the depths of themselves realize delusion What they say and tell their people, they know with certainty that they are human beings are like all human beings, and they do not represent anything to other peoples, but they often see them as a laughing stock. What you sanctify is disdained by others. What you love, you hate by others. What you think is serious is funny and burlesque for others, so don't take it all in seriously, do not be sad, do not be happy, do not give your life more than its size, do not exaggerate your happiness or sadness, and do not let people occupy space from it, it is a stage that will pass in all circumstances. Doing something to be mentioned despite the nose of this world that does not forget the virtue of the good guys and perpetuates the biography of the wicked.