know the truth...

Death advanced as it usually does to snatch people's lives. The boy did not want to see another soul snatched away. He was staring at the sky, absent-minded, lost in the emptiness of his thoughts, but what caught his attention and made him look down was the sound of a pen that had fallen... ....

A small room that sees sunlight through a window. It was full of books and papers from all sides except for the side where a bed was placed, overlooking a small garden, with some dust, "But when it seems wider than the universe I see," the feeling of death's yard overlapped with another presence in this room, as if a living being entered this space that seems like a prison, but

"Strange! He died without finishing what he's working on. He'll forget this work because it's incomplete, so why is this old man smiling?"

He was an old man, completely white-haired, good-natured, with a pattern of wrinkles on his face, "But how is his face so clear I can hardly see people's shapes" Lying on the bed with a notebook in hand and the pen fell from his hand Death approached him and bowed to him and stretched out his emaciated hands and caught the soul of the old man Respectfully, it lights up with life in the hands of death. White with columns of ornate light, and that black glowed in the dark as if it were opening a door, but who is this whose soul bears that presence and the ability to transform space?

- Why are you here? - The white spirit asked the boy

- I don't know, but how can you talk to me in this space? and who are you? And what are you?

- What am I? What is this strange question, I am human, does a human soul look so strange?

No, but I saw a number of souls, but they were all under the power of death, but you seem free. You can speak and move, how is that?

It's simple, I have life, so death makes me stronger.

- I didn't understand anything you were saying.

Well, my words seem complicated. I will paraphrase my words, death is not the end of life, but rather a passage to cross into another life, and whoever does not have life cannot move because he has wasted the life he has.

- How did you learn all this? And who are you really?

- I'm just a human being. I just said a little while ago that I have life. I have some ability and knowledge, so I look like this. But it doesn't matter. Why are you here, boy? Is this where the dead are, and you're still on the edge of life?

- I do not know . What is your job? - asked the boy

- Why are you asking about my business?

- To do what you do until I have strength.

You are a lot of questions even though you don't belong here.

- You are strange. You seem to know everything, reserve your words, and take care of their formulation. From these books and papers, I think that you are one of the writers.

- A good analysis, but the conclusion is stupid, as I do not like all kinds of literature.

So tell me, what are you?

Well, you could say I'm just a student.

- Student why and in what?

You are annoying a lot of questions, instead of running your mind by finding questions, use it to find some answers. If you keep asking without looking for an answer, you will get nothing and you will remain deeply deluded by those questions that may be meaningless.

- where do I start ?

- A little while ago I said stop asking, don't you understand what I'm saying?

- Well Well. But at least give me a hint - said the boy, calming down.

Hear me well. No matter how much you think and search for something, you cannot know that thing until after time has passed. The human mind is limited, but it never ends.

- That is why you are not sad about the work you did not finish.

- No. The will is passed down through generations, one day someone will complete this paper as I did. This series will not end.

- How do you know this. Life betrays anyone. It does not accept negotiation. How can you be assured of it?

Let me ask you, do you know what life is?

Is it possible to know that it is always volatile?

- You do not know because you are not alive, you are just an insect in relation to the vastness of this world, so you describe it as brutal to cover your weakness, so come back to life and let's end this boredom dialogue.

- How do you think I will come back?

- Because you are on the edge and you have stayed for a long time and I am somewhat involved in the device that will bring you back to life

Hear me well, boy, you're still young, so you have plenty of time to get bigger. A journey of a thousand miles begins with a step, so you provide from this life as much as you can because you are traveling from it one day.

- okay goodbye . After this word, I opened my eyes. I'm in the hospital. Yes, I see the medical equipment in this room, the window is open, and the weather is mild. "It seems that I woke up at last."

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-At four in the afternoon-

"What a strange dream, as if I had been in that space for a decade." The boy raised his head and stared at the room, and how terrifying and strange that dream was. It was really a journey with death, and in the meantime the doctor entered the room, and told the boy that he was here because of a traffic accident and that he was on On the brink of death for three seconds, his head hit the ground, bleeding inside the brain, and his left foot was broken, but now his condition has stabilized after the success of the operation and he can be discharged from the hospital in several weeks. The deputy director of the orphanage took over the case of the boy in the hospital.

The boy lay on the bed and started thinking about that dream, and in the meantime someone entered the room. He entered with his hand the recently issued newspaper Al-Youm and put it on the bed.

- Are you okay now - asked the strange man.

Yes, I'm fine now and I'll be out in a few weeks. Thanks for your question, but who are you? - asked the boy

I am the driver who drove you to the hospital after you were hit by a car.

The strange thing is that the face of this driver is the same as that of the driver who delivered the owner of the black jacket, so the boy started thinking, "It seems that I saw this driver unconsciously, and that trip is just a dream."

Well, I hope you get out well. Farewell - the driver said this and left.

The boy lay on the bed and after a few hours got bored, he ate the newspaper and found on the first page a big headline - The scientist died before he finished the theory - the boy read the article and contemplated it, then continued browsing the newspaper until it was over, then he came back to see the article of that scientist again and stared at him well. He looks like that old man, but it is impossible that I met his soul, there is no evidence of the reality of that dream, and then I began to forget the details of that dream. The trip and when he entered he saw the picture of the director, "It seems that he really died, I may have heard this news while I was unconscious, so he entered the dream." The boy went and asked the deputy director about the time when the director died, he replied: When I was in a dangerous condition, the director was dead, you were in hospital at the same time...

The dream passed in the boy's memory with a slow show reviewing the most important points of that trip, and he was sure that he saw the spirit of the director and the spirit of the world, which is definitely the spirit of that old man. The dream he forgot has become a reality before his eyes, so he has nothing to fall into this idea.

"It seems that that dream was not a dream. It is impossible for the director to die at the same time as I was on the edge in those three seconds. It is a few seconds, but it seems that it lasted for eternity. The movement of death timed the universe." The boy wandered in his thoughts until that old man entered him, saying: It seems You learned a lot about death? - He said sarcastically.

The boy replied: You are just a perception from my mind that I put in order that I can discuss and think. You are just an illusion of my imagination.... After those words the old man disappeared and a boy appeared. Yes, the image of the boy appeared in front of him and she said to him in his voice: I finally realized that. He answered himself: Yes, I realized that, and I realized that the ten victims that I found in my imagination are the same as the ten searches in the director's drawer. I was only escaping with my imagination, escaping from reality, but I now understood that death is for the one who left life and still possesses it. The matter is really simple. You did not know what life is If you don't want to live, complaining won't do anything

The boy's reflection smiled and said, "I'm with you. Let's begin our exploration in this real forest."

That boy was keen to keep this trip a secret and not tell anyone about it, but he did not want to forget the things he learned, those conversations, or any of the important meanings that he made the effort to reach.

In a winter with snow, rain and wind on the 700-meter-long road from his home to school strewn with evergreen pines and bleached white and yellow flowers on the red road, the sky was clear and the weather sunny, but that did not prevent the temperature from dropping. The boy walked with himself on this road with some passers-by and few people Cars, mid-rise buildings, apartments and shops are about to open.

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Some may ask, then, how did this story reach you, dear reader, and who is the narrator who was responsible for telling this story and delivering it to you.

Well, you know the narrator that he is always with you, and if he was not with you, you would not have received this story. Basically, he is inside you, he is behind you, he surrounds you, that narrator is with you at every moment, he is present with your eyes that read and your hand that holds, that what makes you read and hold

Do you know the narrator of this story? It is the life that tells the stories of death. Rather, it is the life that tells all the stories.

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