GENIUS

PROLOGUE

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم
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A slow beat began to form starting with the cold soft wind blowing from the air-conditioning, mixed with the tapping of a pen on a solid object of some sort, gradually falling into tune with the ticking of a clock or something like that, all sounds joining together , an annoyance to someone who could have been doing anything else right now other then wasting his time sitting in the office of a poor excuse for a psychologist while tapping his foot furiously on the carpet .

Perhaps out of anger, annoyance, nervousness. How was she supposed to know? He was known to show no emotion. The clock was about to strike ten, one hour from the time he entered the room. None of her patients had remained silent this long. Eventually, the awkwardness would force them to speak, but this man was stubborn. She would probably have to give in this time and say something to get him to talk, but Just as she was about to say something that would probably sound stupid to someone who shares two Nobel prizes. As if reading her mind he finally began to speak. After an hour of awkward silence.
"Tell me, Miss Miller," he says not meeting her eyes.

" doesn't life at times fail to make any sense ?"

" In which way exactly Mister Hassaan ?"

That was not a stupid question she thought and probably even hoped, but looking at the annoyed expression of the man in front of her she quickly realised how stupid her question really sounded. She should have answered his question instead of apposing it with another question. Perhaps she could have been saved from the painful words that were about to escape his mouth.

Letting out a deep and frustrated sigh. He looked the psychologist straight in the eye, the kind of intimidating stare that forced Miss Miller to shift her gaze as he began to address her in a way she had never in her wildest thoughts believed anyone to have the guts to address her in. Her! Emily Miller the best

psychologist in all of Washington DC, and yet now was not the time to display her vulnerability. She had to listen to the words as it left his mouth heading straight towards her wounded heart while swallowing all the pride she had, for she would not show weakness in front of such a powerful personality. After all, she was a psychologist, not the patient.

" Miss Miller don't get me wrong on this." He bluntly started.
"Here I find myself sitting in your office after paying a fee of 4000 dollars, only because I believe you possess the qualifications necessary to make such a large fee reasonable. Yet you do not seem to know exactly what it is that you are doing. While on the other hand, someone who possesses the natural talents, knowledge, and probably even the wisdom to do whatever it is that you are doing cannot seem to maintain a decent life. Only because they do not have the papers to back them up from some big shot university. "

Pausing for a moment to give the visibly wounded psychologist some time to process the shock for it was obvious that she was not used to being addressed in such a blunt manner.

" Tell me, Miss Miller ." He continued, more in a distant tone this time. "Doesn't life seem so imbalanced at times? Without, all the scientific deductions or the calculations deduced from basic physics. The simple things like why are some people like myself so stinking, filthy rich that it becomes boring? As surprising, and unbelievable as it sounds it's true. We get tired of it, while on the other hand someone else walks around not even knowing what it feels like to have a dime in their purse, and they probably would never know the feeling, because no one will ever know that they exist. Why do some drive lavish and expensive cars? While others can only afford the attire necessary to walk. why do we pollute waters that many crave to drink ?"