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There is ... evidence and between my heart there is a dangerous secret ... of a strange kind? ... a secret that no one knows anything about him at all.

... even he himself does not reveal this secret to himself .. it is hidden only between his ribs and he does not dare to

Going through it until there is evidence and evidence of this heart, lest someone's soul turn out to be in the absence of time

And without realizing it .. an accent and over time he began to feel that he was distant carrying this secret for long, like a solid sentence

He carries weights, but the weight overthrows this camel or almost! ... This is what Doctor Hussein thought Or this he was not afraid, that something he thinks about him throughout the day and night will be revealed, and he is confused about it!

It ends with the road that recedes before it begins! And life dies before its birth in front of his eyes

Dreams flow from her, and the blood of a sacrificed bird spills! It is always said that the doctor if affected by the condition that

He treats her, loves her, and clings to her too much, as the result will inevitably be negative and weaken his strength

Treatment .. This is the principle that Dr. Hussein learned and has always been applied during his working life Especially while studying psychiatry ... Psychiatry was the most attached thing

Since his high school studies, psychology books have always been very attractive.

And what is the most of those times when he used to apply what he read in dealings with people from Houla without

An exception .. all human beings have the same .. they are human beings united by virtue and separated by vice He always believed that the good in the human being is the origin and that evil is the outsider that divides and destroys

And burn and destroy if necessary .. That is why he used to analyze the characters he met in his life and dive

Deep in the soul and coexist with it .. How pleased he would have spent the nights awake thinking about

Interpretation of some behavior that attracts his attention and which he sees as strange or out of the ordinary And he did not calm down until he read all the books in which he found scientific topics and research

And the articles in which he finds his desired direction and guides his confusion,

Kaabersabeel seeks shelter for one night in order to prevent the evil from the cold of a gloomy rainy night

He will not be satisfied and rest only if he reaches a satisfactory result, which becomes As clear as the crystal in front of the sky at noon ... He was living with a soul The character becomes an imamate until it becomes a reality, a mere falsification cannot be tolerated even for a moment! It opens inside a receptacle, a portal between reality and fiction! And both of them mix as pure rain water With the dirt of the earth, to become one homogeneous entity .. (Hussein) was not an ordinary doctor .. it was not the shape The typical norm for any psychiatrist .. Some might think it is the patient's self ... especiallyWhen he looks at the flabby hair carelessly around the khamri cheese as braids, a riotous child ... and a lips

The two prominent bulges are almost in astonishment and wonder that it does not cut above the thin pointy chin .. and it was

The broad shoulders and wide shoulders appear as a knight fighting windmills as a Donkey Shot.

It was his habit to unite with the patient, so they become equal .. Maybe a new way in me

The treatment was very different from jealousy and with jealousy .. but he was in the midst of all that was looking for something Unavailable ... or something rare ... and it may not exist! It is the thing that does not shorten something !!!

And the recipe that can not be surpassed! The cure is for every disease .. something that is not found in the bodies that you handcuff

Instincts degrade themselves and diminish the vigor and spontaneity of their spirit ... and in many cases

Those bodies are drowning in the seas of their sins and sins ... or at least a part of them drowns out ... it is life ... with all its disturbing details ... strange and boring in most cases .... he sometimes sees it looking like a mirror of the blessed !!! The bodies are longitudinal or dent

And sometimes it is round and fat !!! There is nothing fixed in this life. Everything changes and everything is captured

Wind is inevitable ... no dimensions, no distances ... nothing is fixed ... nothing ?! So ... where is the truth? Why

Always floating on the surface convinced ... packed with all the pent-up desires that they always distort and eliminate

I have the rest of it on innocence and purity ... it floats like a sponge over the sea water ... it is a separate fla

A feather from a bird's wing is suspended in the air, blown away by the wind, so that it arrives

To the ground, and my God, you will return to stick to the bird's wing again .. Thus the truth remains vague

Mysterious forever, its ambiguity does not clear up in no way ... but rather has a thousand faces and faces ... it changes And it turns and escapes like mercury however you want .. It is a buried secret and a confusing puzzle that is difficult to reveal, even if This secret was revealed, perhaps the end .. One day, Dr. Hussein was sitting his usual session

He leaned on a comfortable leather chair in front of the wide Al-Khashi library and in front of the door to his clinic room I entered A young woman in the prime of life, after she requested permission to enter from the Bash Tamerji and entered that The patient at that time, and without Dr. Hussein noticing her, as he was absorbed in reading In one of the important scientific research in psychology .. The research was talking about the subconscious mind And the unconscious, and the subconscious mind resembles a room of chaos, a room filled with many symbols Stored inside it and a lot of the things that happen in our lives since childhood, or even a pot that used to smoke until

Stages before that, and perhaps since he was a fetus! But they are all hard-to-decipher symbols and their symbols

Except by accident or dreams ... and the escalation of smoke

It became like a thick cloud on a rainy day, blocking the sun's rays and being a barrier between that rose

The red juriyeh whose face was covered in smoke, and the transparent white shawl covered her face

The bride, on her wedding night, fell on the chair in front of her, and her session accompanied her with a slight cough The pipe smoke cloud was a gentle rattle, like the rustle of a green oak leaf ... and with a whispered gesture like a butterfly, carrying all the colors of the spectrum over its delicate wings towards a flower Young, fresh, like the color of her cheeks, she sat in front of Dalal ... but Dr. Hussein did not pay attention to all of that

He was so absorbed in reading his essay that he was so completely separated from reality that he did not notice She looked kindly and did not even smell her breathtaking fragrance as she landed on the opposite chair To a library, it looked as if it was a piece of heaven, a flood of a snatcher who came from afar to steal hearts and eyes ... and she looked as if she was accustomed to the place! Then she whispered in her gentle, graceful voice (Good evening Doctor Hussein ... but with an accent, he soon suddenly felt some inspiration or revelation landed on him from the sky ... to broadcast to him News from the other world or a human being forgiven! At first glance, he felt that he was not going to hear Different from all the troubles and troubles that crowded the clinic as the jar is filled with water even He overflowed with her ... and suddenly found himself after realizing that she was dazzled by her beauty and her beauty

A mixture of dignity as the early morning dew mixes with the nectar of the beautiful flowers as they bloom with the beginning

A new dawn .. and its calm mixed with a hazy mystery, like a cloud covering the face of the bright day He immediately felt locked in an open door cage, but still couldn't

Exit ! Then she began to go further in her conversation immediately, as if they were on time .. and without

Early warning, she sighed deeply buried like the old secret announcing the start of an exploration suddenly.

With a burning heat, his face flashed like a summer heat in the month of August with a raging flame

She said : - I am (Norah) my name is (Norah) .. but despite that all around me spread darkness around me Dark, and extinguish my light every minute and violate my soul ... they even undermine myself and whoever My life ... he asked her impulsively and eagerly after he took off glasses and removed them from his face, as if removing a burden A heavy man crouched on his chest, then leaned towards it with a closer look, contemplating an expensive jewel In order to estimate its size and value it, and with a question that is full of eagerness, confusion and vagueness, he said: --- Why do they do that? And what? His answer is a wandering imagination far beyond the limits of distances and time, as if she had entered the world of whom

The higher realms swam in the deep rivers until they almost drowned and said:

--- I remember the old story about (River of Crazy) ...

--- Yes, I remember it, I remember it by heart ...

- She looked in his eyes as if she were crying out for them like a drowning man clinging to fringes of hope at the last moment

“They want me to drink from the river of madness,” she said to him in a quavering voice full of sadness

I was confused in his eyes. He asked: --and how's that ? --- In the same way that happened with the king and the minister who refused to drink from the river of madness After everyone in the city drank from the River of Crazy and became crazy when there was nothing but The king and the minister of the only rational people accused them of insanity ... for nothing but the same because they are different from the rest ! With great bitterness she swallowed her saliva, like the faint poison that someone had discovered at the last minute

He was swallowed with food without realizing it, saying: --- That is why the king and the minister were obliged to become like the rest of the people and drink from the River of Madness to become Sane .. Then she looked at him suddenly as if she was asleep and woke up from a deep nap, or a visitor from far away With anger full of sorrow, she said: --- Don't you know that someone who differs from jealousy or is distinguished by something is accused of insanity! ... And the

In a submissive voice tinged with despair and full of long sorrow, he answered her, saying: --- Even if he was from Houla, they are crazy and they are wrong! I know this obsession well ... it's kind of Sharing or similarity ... it is the same (the culture of the herd) which does not always and never deviate from a path The decree is for him ... Otherwise, the end ... If all are similar, even if they are wrong, they are correct. So she completed a hadith as if it was arriving in despair, with a shivering tone, saying: --- If the individual splits, he becomes the mistake of a sample ... but against it, things are distinguished - And anxiously, he said: --- Why are you the opposite? ... And why are you not one of the members of the herd? ...

- So suddenly he replied with confidence and a tone sharpened with determination and defiance like a sword blade of a great leader who had never been defeated.

In a battle with exaggerated confidence, she said: Because I do not know the deficiency, I do not know the error ...

--- Obviously, he said: - Who among us does not know the deficiency or the error ..

She sighed with certainty, accompanied by a defiant tone like thunderstorms accompanied by thunder, and said I ... I assure you that I do not know the error or the imperfection .. because I always search for all the qualities

The thing that does not shorten anything !!!

- He looked at her, wondering, and the objection increased, saying:

--- Do you mean what you say? .. What you say is a form of delusion or insanity.

What I read, and all my studies are certain that there is no absolute truth in this life ... so every other truth has a thousand faces

A thousand colors and a thousand meanings .. And a lie has not always been inserted between two facts like an experienced spy in a coin .. and I wished and anxiously was dripping from her voice as honey drops from the bee's delicate body

And she said: But something remains and always remains the different, distinct, honest, and flawless meaning.

And whoever rings to him as they see a meteor or a meteor shining while swimming sinks in

The depths of the sky, but everyone wishes to be blessed and quench thirst from this eternal river that is boiling over

Waves with sweetness, transparency and purity. Something closer to light, but not everyone is in a vortex Often temptations take us and attract us like magnets towards them, shackling us the impulses that underlie us.

Our bodies encroach on it and control the course of our direction and flog us with the whip of interests, so that the good and the bad are mixed.

So I looked at her, she was still persevering and trusting, and on her face appeared paleness, her eyelashes fell

Below, among the shades of autumn that rose from her face, were like fallen leaves

In a calm tone filled with despair, she said: - But I am not, I differ from them He looked at it from among the fog rising from among the dense clouds that emanated from a pipe, and then he took

A breath of boil and a tone that carries a lot of hesitation and confusion and a little objection, saying:

--- I see that you exaggerate a little in describing yourself and expressing your qualities! We are all no matter how high

Our fate or our high status, error is the inevitable fate of us .. because the whole universe is based on a theory

Relativism .. so what is right for you may be wrong in a sample that others have .. and vice versa

Also She leaned toward Library a little forward with a slight curve like a flower tilted with the gentle breeze and with a glance

A challenge that fixed her eyes with his eyes with the same extra confidence she said:

I never make a mistake and I will never do wrong .. I always search for the truth ... the truth, honest, transparent

That is not flawless, and I tell myself about everything that is wrong or imperfect ... even if I was harmed

To push all my senses to deprivation! So he answered her while he put a pipe ahead and insistently

And in a tone not without sadness, saying -- Exactly herein lies your problem .. Deprivation generates imperfection and deficiency is a righteous son of deprivation

... the human soul is like a ticking bomb. If you press it, it will explode, and I see that there is a relationship

A thorn or a thin line between right and wrong, as is the case just as the thin thread between the truth

And a mirage ..

A lullaby she sighed, confused between the lips of a newborn baby looking for a nest to shelter

And he said: --- Do you know why? ... and from where and how this relationship arose? ... - She answered him with a greater perplexity than her confusion, which appeared on her face, which was clouded by a mist Covering the meek features and despair, she said: --- I came to you when I had a burning desire to know About myself I did not think I was a teacher. He strayed far away, as if a stray star, lost in a cloudy sky and sighed, saying: - Far inside the subconscious there is a portal between reality and fiction, and this gate always separates illusion The truth, but this gate opened for you between both of them, mixing reality with fictionSo some signs of anxiety appeared on her face, and she mixed with some fear as water and milk mixed

She said: The mind is a frightening thing, as it depicts imagination as it depicts reality, with the same efficiency

And power, so that a mirage wears the garment of truth, recedes from the body of illusion, and does not leave it for a minute!

--- Do you see that I live in fiction? ..

He looked at her and in a confident tone, he answered her, saying:

---Certainly ...

She exchanged her wandering, wandering gaze with amazement and bewilderment.

--- Where did you get all this confidence and certainty? With resignation and a tone of sadness, he answered:

--- Because I am just like you ,, the astonishment loosened its features and covered it as clouds cover the face of the sun

The East, and it rose up like the uprising of the sacrificial bird that dances out of pain, not joy, and I turned to it.

She said: -How is this? How can you be like me? ... I am not like one ...

He remained in a calm position and persistently answered her, saying: ---!

--- Because all my life I am looking like you for that thing that is not missing anything Despair clouded his face and draped a fog as he said: - But I felt during my search

About him that he does not exist on the face of the earth .. He does not live and cannot live amid the deception of human beings

And their deceit and impulses that evil penetrates at every moment.

She answered him as if she was arriving recently, and was cut off with heat and eagerness, saying:

- He must live in the sky between clouds, stars, and planets, or between the Higher Self ... or perhaps he lives

Among the angels in the mysterious upper world, whom we do not know anything about .. The other world is not

Like our world He answered with interest and persistence, saying: --- This is what I finally reached, because human beings are born sin

And the truth always disappears, hides and wears many masks until you become like a thief who disappears

And it melts among people like a piece of snow under water, so no one can see it or reach it, whoever it is ..

He keeps sneaking in the middle of the crowd to mess with the humans with whom fate has played. It is an illusory truth

Or a real delusion. And lying always minds Cagasus between two facts!

It is a cosmic conspiracy, or an orchestrated plot, which all demons have participated in planning! But all are taken

The tricks needed to be mastered since the beginning of the universe --- I sighed with sadness and sadness, and said: - Although I am still twenty years old, I feel

I am an old man in my sixty years! Many of those who know my character closely have always been

They tell me (You are not a dunya girl), as if I am not of this world ... or as if I am not calculated

On human beings, my constant search for something that is not lacking is in their view an anomaly

, Contrary to the law of life and the nature of the world in which we live! This adjective may not be consistent with the adjectives

Humans and their s*x ... and suddenly her tears exploded in her words as a clear fountain burst from

A barren land and he flooded it with water after it was dry arid and sank in bitter crying and fell Her tears were confused on her cheeks as a wayfarer, and with a boiling sound like a volcano boiling, she said: - I feel dead, dead, dead, then suddenly, after a hot tear fell on her cheeks As if they were the remnants of the transformations of a boiling volcano fire and from the hollow heat all the lava inside cried Or as if it was the petals of a worshiper and meditating under a scorching sun, for his Lord to complain, which arose immediately Heading towards the clinic door .. But he noticed something very strange when I went outside the clinic door Her image was not reflected in the mirror he used to place at the door of his clinic !!!!!!!!!!!!!

He rose up from his place, as if a scorpion had stung a poisonous sting that had just secreted the poison in his body ..

Lake Sirte asked a tremor and a great fear on me, saying: It is a soul, not a body !!!

What happened is nothing but this explanation .. It happened that a researcher was gasping for years

Many that sometimes it happens that some souls materialize in the body of some people

The deceased already or even among living humans, it is very possible in this case that there is

A mutual dialogue between them !!! And in the midst of his amazement and after he was overwhelmed by the thoughts in a show I was confused and refused to throw it on a relaxing beach that was exhausted by amazement, fondness and awe What is happening with him !!! Meanwhile, he knocked on the door of his clinic room and started ringing as if it were a bell Danger

Then suddenly Dr. Hussein woke up and I woke up as if his help was coming from

The Other World .. Dr. Hussein Ali woke up with the sound of Bash Tamerji (Abdul Qadir) shouting

In a loud voice, Dr. Hussein, Dr. Hussein, with a calm smile, saying:

--- I slept deeply and did not want to bother you .. After this hard day of meeting the sick

I found you immersed in reading the research that was in your hands, after which you fell into a deep slumber ...

Dr. Hussein rose from the spur of standing and ran towards the door and the opening, turning right and left as if He is looking for something dear to me, a heart that was suddenly lost like mercury from his hands, so it seemed to me

His face was a pale, faint look, as if he was surprised by a thunderbolt that landed on his head ... then he quickly headed towards

He collects the papers of his famous research and as if he will find the answer to his confused questions

Which landed with its sharp hammer over his head between the folds of these papers, which became before my eyes like a vault

Unknown as he walks through it without knowing when or how the end will be ??? !! And turn off what remains

From a faint fire in his pipe ... and at that exact moment his eye fell on a small piece of paper that was above A library that was not monitored during the short period of time for it written on it the name of the patient (Nora

Ali Hassan) quickly discovered that she was the patient who had visited him a week ago. But I was impressed with this

The paper This girl was the same who had been in dialogue with him and had a dialogue with her before she disappeared from in front of him

Hurry up and leave the place .. But what happened .. Her image was not also reflected in the mirror that day!

He felt madness sweeping his mind and his heart together .. Is it possible for this to happen ?! Reasonably not

Human beings !? He tried hard to convince himself that he was sleeping and that all this was just a dream

... and his heart wondered in bewilderment ... Is she a dream girl or a girl’s dream? .. And the argument increased with himself, saying:

No, I must have been tired and had some fantasies, or maybe they were hallucinations ... Is that a fantasy?

Reality? The question remained bewildered and the answer was pending awaiting her inevitable fate and judgment

Final ! An answer trapped between bars of doubt .. An answer tied between the strength of belief and the breadth of imagination

She lives in a middle area between the earth and the sky, as if she is waiting for another opportunity to fall On the surface, they would surely sprout mellow and green, as if they were drops of water .. Electr Hussein descended after that The situation is directly from the building in which his clinic is located, and suddenly someone bumped into him, as if he was unaware A thunderbolt fell from the sky over his head, and with his eagerness, the eyes of Kathar Hussain were clear. And a bit of tension, saying: --- Don't you live here in the neighboring building (Nora Ali Hassan)? .. And when the man was asked about the reason for a question, he said to him, with careful looks--- She is a patient who visited me a week ago, I learned that she lives here in this area ...

Soon, sadness appeared on the man's face and appeared in a dark color from between his lips in words

She is full of pity and lamentation as a dark black cloud appears on a rainy night when the sun sets

By day, the light of the silver star blurred at night and answered with my lament, saying:

--- She died two months ago, and it seems that the accident of her death was mysterious because the investigations proved that

There is a suspicion of murder in her death, and the investigation into her death is still ongoing

Doctor Hussein’s tongue was surprised and waned, and he did not find anything to say, and he did not even feel an impact

His sluggish steps that hit the ground with a foot confused steps ... like steps Walid is not used to

After I had to walk in a way without saying a word ... as if the words of the earth were all

I clenched my mouth and became like a prisoner, unable to utter a single word .. It was confirmed that he did not

He was asleep .. So what happened with her, it happened between waking and sleeping, then he fell into a deep sleep as if a hammer had banged his head violently .. and he went on his way until he disappeared in the crowd of the street, and he looked like a secret