Mr Anti-Matrix looking straight:
"I had no idea what I was doing.....it was just two jerks appeared broke the expensive old age window and then the Batman pointed his finger onto me..."
Dr Fareeha Rizwana: (in full hijab except for her face with glasses): "And so you responded very harshly..."
Mr Anti-Matrix: (still in mask): "How old are you?."
Dr Fareeha: (confidently): "Twenty seven."
Mr Anti-Matrix: "Yeah! So I beat the shi*t out of them."
Dr Fareeha: (writing something on her diary): "Mr Umar....I think you have some serious anger issues."
Mr Anti-Matrix: "First of all how come you called me with my actual name?."
Dr Fareeha: "Cause I am a doctor, I can call you whatever I want."
Mr Anti-Matrix: "You are a psychologist....we are in a clinic with these rubbish black chairs in this white room and what's that on right onto the desk, on the wall, a cartoon image of Karl Marx?."
Dr Fareeha: "Mr Umar! We are here so that we can find a cure for your problem not for me but for you.....you are the patient!."
Mr Anti-Matrix: (raising his both hands straight): "Alright! Alright! I surrender in front of your excellence superiority.....Bla! Bla! Bla."
Dr Fareeha: "Breaks the pencil in frustration which was in her right hand."
(She was sitting legs crossed until the pencil broke, she changed her posture. A sense of silence was assured)
Mr Anti-Matrix: "Can I get some water?"
(Dr Fareeha alone looking straight sitting legs crossed again)
Dr Fareeha: "Umar is a good guy but as a patient he is a headache. Although, I have cured patients like a Carpenter who was lost in a war and lost his memory by an Indian soldier, who tortured him thinking he was a spy."
"And how did you cured that Pakistani guy who was tortured for no reason."
(Asks someone with a girlish voice)
"Ah! It is rather awkward, I just told him he was actually a chicken and then I mad him eat some.....you know?."
"The Poultry feed?."
(A man's voice asking this time)
"Yeah! Yeah! That and he just adimmited that he was just pretending....well, I knew from the beginning!."
(A old man's voice in a rage with a sound of tray falling)
"No! you didn't!"
(Dr looks down nervously then looking straight)
"You want my card?"
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