NIHIL
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No one really notices him at first. He's just another quiet student-easy to sit next to, easy to talk to, easy to forget. But somehow, people always end up talking to Nihil. Not because he tries to stand out. But because he listens too well. In every class, every group, every situation-he's there, quietly observing. He notices things others miss: the pause before a lie, the change in tone, the moment someone decides to shift blame. And strangely, things around him begin to change. Small conflicts grow. Friendships shift without clear reasons. Words said casually become heavier later. But Nihil never pushes anything forward. He never starts anything. He simply exists within it. Some people think he's just a quiet student who gets around easily. Others feel like something about him doesn't fully stay consistent in memory. But no one can clearly explain why. Because when they try to remember him properly- something always feels slightly incomplete. And in a world where people act before they understand themselves... even the smallest unnoticed choices can decide everything that follows.
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تحتُّ الركام أصواتٌ انقطع أنينها ودقاتٌ توقف نبضها فرحةً لم تكتمل وأحلامٌ أجهضت قبل المخاض تحتُ الركام قصصٌ لم تكتب لها النهاية وحكاياتٌ رحل من كان يرويها ألعابٌ لطخت بدماء الأطفال تحتُ الركام أسماءٌ تساقطت من السجلّ المدني مثل تساقط الأوراق من الأشجار فأصبحت في سماء النسيان تحتٌ الركام وجوهٌ تغيرت ملامحها فأنكرها الزمان والمكان فشيعت أجسادهم لمقابرٍ في الجنان تحت الركام ارتجف الأطفال خوفًا فغادروا الحياة ولم يجدوا الأمان وصايا خُطت بحبرٍ من الخذلان وأمنياتٌ غادرت عالم الخيال تحت الركام حيث يشهد الظلم والقهر

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