Dark
It was a windy rainy day, the wind swept through all the alleys, and the clouds took possession of all parts of the sky. On that day, Jihad was sitting in front of the window in his dark room, which became darker and darker because of the bad weather. A faint light slipped through the window glass that extended from the tall electricity column in the street; which works sometimes to light the way and extinguishes at other times so that darkness prevails.
Jihad was contemplating the horror of the atmosphere outside and the emptiness that occupied his palace, despite the angry and noisy atmosphere, the walls of the palace were whispering with a terrible calm, fearing what the future might hold, that fear was wandering in Jihad's mind whenever he sat alone .
Suddenly the phone rang, his friend called. Jihad got up quickly, picked up the phone and answered, -"Hello, hello."
-"Hello, hello, my friend. I called to tell you that it was done.
Are you ready? Did you tell Hayat about it?" -Jihad: "I don't think I can do that."
-Well, Jihad, I am busy now. I will wait for a call from you this evening telling me your decision.
- Jihad hung up the phone while his mind was stuck in that call, he couldn't get out of it , he kept wandering and suddenly he
heard a faint voice whispering to him
Jihad asked: "Who are you?"
« I am your shadow, I am you, I am the one who cares only about your interest, I am the one who thinks of you selfishly.», He answered maliciously, then fell silent for a while and continued, « You have to be selfish in loving yourself in order to feel happy.»
« Man’s happiness begins when he decides to please himself, when he can trample on those weak feelings that force him always to sacrifice.»
Jihad , « What do you mean? What do you want from me? »
Shadow, « I just want to guide you.»
« I want to help you.»
Jihad, « Does someone like me need help?»
Said the shadow, « A man like you, in your wealth, culture and prestige, a man of your noble race, isn’t he entitled to leave a mark in this world? »
« Doesn't he deserve to be a father? »
« Otherwise, who will inherit this painstakingly built empire? »
Jihad, « It is fate, my friend, fate gives us justice sometimes and afflicts us to test our patience at other times. I think it is my fate, my miserable fate. »
The shadow said, « Don't blame your destiny, Oh Jihad, what your wife Hayat could not give you, any other woman can do . It's life, we have to sacrifice to get what we need »
« But I can't wrong my wife Hayat, I don't dare to hurt her, she's innocent.»answered Jihad .
Shadow: « Didn't she wrong you? »
« You gave her everything, you were her husband, family and bond. »
« What did she give you? »
« Excuse me, but if she really loves you, she will understand, and will sacrifice for you, both of you need the noise of a child who breaks the silence and gloom of your loneliness . »
As the light of the lamp that embraced the cold street went out, the shadow disappeared, leaving behind distracting thoughts in Jihad’s mind.
Jihad, who always struggled himself so as not to grieve his wife .
Hayat entered the room to find her husband frozen in front of the window, as if he was searching for something lost, in fact, Jihad was searching for happiness.
« Wasn't he living that happiness with her? Why would he need someone else in his life? »
Hayat, « What's wrong with the apple of my eye? Why do I see him absent-minded? »
Jihad's tongue froze for a moment, his pure soul disappeared, to be haunted by the thoughts of his shadow , he exploded saying, « Hayat, you have to understand me, I need a child, I want to be a father. »
« I told you before about adoption,Oh my dear, I'm glad you liked my idea », Hayat replied with a smile.
Jihad: « I will have a child of my own, but don't worry it will be just a deal, she will give us our child and take the money as compensation then go, don't worry everything will be over after giving birth the child. She will not be my wife forever. »
- As if Jihad had been liberated from his principles, from his kindness, even from love and sacrifice as well, he became selfish in loving himself. Will he feel happy as his dark shadow promised?
That angel froze, Hayat stood frozen in her place, she didn't say a word, she stared at him for a long time with her sad eyes and her pale face, as if her blood had crept out and left her body for ever.
Jihad continued, "This won't change anything, believe me."
-Oh Jihad, are you convincing her ? or you are just trying to convince yourself
Jihad said : "I spoke to my friend. He said that he found a woman who accepted this deal. He will show her our address to meet us. She will be here this evening. We will discuss everything together. You will be by my side, right?"
- Hayat kept her tears, preventing them from exploding, except for those hot drops that crept in and refused to be trapped. She was screaming inside of her, as if I could hear her right now, then she quickly went out of that room without saying a word, she did not have the courage to sswept through all the alleys, and the clouds took possession of all parts of the sky. On that day, Jihad was sitting in front of the window in his dark room, which became darker and darker because of the bad weather. A faint light slipped through the window glass that extended from the tall electricity column in the street; which works sometimes to light the way and extinguishes at other times so that darkness prevails.
Jihad was contemplating the horror of the atmosphere outside and the emptiness that occupied his palace, despite the angry and noisy atmosphere, the walls of the palace were whispering with a terrible calm, fearing what the future might hold, that fear was wandering in Jihad's mind whenever he sat alone .
Suddenly the phone rang, his friend called. Jihad got up quickly, picked up the phone and answered, -"Hello, hello."
-"Hello, hello, my friend. I called to tell you that it was done.
Are you ready? Did you tell Hayat about it?" -Jihad: "I don't think I can do that."
-Well, Jihad, I am busy now. I will wait for a call from you this evening telling me your decision.
- Jihad hung up the phone while his mind was stuck in that call, he couldn't get out of it , he kept wandering and suddenly he
heard a faint voice whispering to him
Jihad asked: "Who are you?"
« I am your shadow, I am you, I am the one who cares only about your interest, I am the one who thinks of you selfishly.», He answered maliciously, then fell silent for a while and continued, « You have to be selfish in loving yourself in order to feel happy.»
« Man’s happiness begins when he decides to please himself, when he can trample on those weak feelings that force him always to sacrifice.»
Jihad , « What do you mean? What do you want from me? »
Shadow, « I just want to guide you.»
« I want to help you.»
Jihad, « Does someone like me need help?»
Said the shadow, « A man like you, in your wealth, culture and prestige, a man of your noble race, isn’t he entitled to leave a mark in this world? »
« Doesn't he deserve to be a father? »
« Otherwise, who will inherit this painstakingly built empire? »
Jihad, « It is fate, my friend, fate gives us justice sometimes and afflicts us to test our patience at other times. I think it is my fate, my miserable fate. »
The shadow said, « Don't blame your destiny, Oh Jihad, what your wife Hayat could not give you, any other woman can do . It's life, we have to sacrifice to get what we need »
« But I can't wrong my wife Hayat, I don't dare to hurt her, she's innocent.»answered Jihad .
Shadow: « Didn't she wrong you? »
« You gave her everything, you were her husband, family and bond. »
« What did she give you? »
« Excuse me, but if she really loves you, she will understand, and will sacrifice for you, both of you need the noise of a child who breaks the silence and gloom of your loneliness . »
As the light of the lamp that embraced the cold street went out, the shadow disappeared, leaving behind distracting thoughts in Jihad’s mind.
Jihad, who always struggled himself so as not to grieve his wife .
Hayat entered the room to find her husband frozen in front of the window, as if he was searching for something lost, in fact, Jihad was searching for happiness.
« Wasn't he living that happiness with her? Why would he need someone else in his life? »
Hayat, « What's wrong with the apple of my eye? Why do I see him absent-minded? »
Jihad's tongue froze for a moment, his pure soul disappeared, to be haunted by the thoughts of his shadow , he exploded saying, « Hayat, you have to understand me, I need a child, I want to be a father. »
« I told you before about adoption,Oh my dear, I'm glad you liked my idea », Hayat replied with a smile.
Jihad: « I will have a child of my own, but don't worry it will be just a deal, she will give us our child and take the money as compensation then go, don't worry everything will be over after giving birth the child. She will not be my wife forever. »
- As if Jihad had been liberated from his principles, from his kindness, even from love and sacrifice as well, he became selfish in loving himself. Will he feel happy as his dark shadow promised?
That angel froze, Hayat stood frozen in her place, she didn't say a word, she stared at him for a long time with her sad eyes and her pale face, as if her blood had crept out and left her body for ever.
Jihad continued, "This won't change anything, believe me."
-Oh Jihad, are you convincing her ? or you are just trying to convince yourself
Jihad said : "I spoke to my friend. He said that he found a woman who accepted this deal. He will show her our address to meet us. She will be here this evening. We will discuss everything together. You will be by my side, right?"
- Hayat kept her tears, preventing them from exploding, except for those hot drops that crept in and refused to be trapped. She was screaming inside of her, as if I could hear her right now, then she quickly went out of that room without saying a word, she did not have the courage to say.
