Malek: They applauded you when you passed by here, remember?
•Hh!! of course
Malek: Happy! Then you must remember we were on our way to hell, right?
•Of course.
Malek: To be honest with you, not a day went by without them thinking of you.
• Really?!
Malek: Fool, they think of ways to rob you and drain you. They always wanted to take something from you. You didn't see them, damn it.
•They took drops from an endless ocean. I don't care. That just makes me one of the good guys.
Malek: Oh, hero, this life is a jungle, not a city of villains.
• No, a City of civilians.
Malek: Shut up! I'm not joking with you. I'm my own teacher; don't provoke me any further. Or should I remind you how your grandfather wouldn't be proud?
• Haha, great, even the voice in my head is threatening me now. He burned before me, turning to ashes while I became incense. Shut up—you don't know him. You've always lived as surfaces and stones.
Malek: Are you trying to convince me of something I don't understand?
• Heh, sometimes one doesn't need to persuade but simply buys a ticket and waits impatiently for departure. You'll understand eventually.
Malek: Heh, deep. To where? You seem very lost lately.
• Stay away from me; my words are contagious. I'm allergic to you people; I was just too shy to tell you.
Malek: I hate to say this, and you didn't listen, but I'll have to whip you in front of the gentlemen.
• Whip me as much as you can; you'll get used to it, and the pain becomes merely annoying, my friend.
Malek: If you understood the situation you're putting yourself in, you'd bury your head under the pillow.
•I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. Let's leave your nonsense behind, man. I'm content with my fate—I'm someone at the peak of happiness.
Malek: So typical, human. Denial. Primitive creatures. You'll realize the triviality of everything around you after you first win your internal wars. As for this price you pay for the ornaments of worldly life, tell me, where are all those names that surrounded you? Where are they? They flew away like petals scattered by your material things.
• I fell with them.
Malek: Let what beats on your left side understand this well. Humans want to keep what they find. Don't let them find you.
• You know, they would've been safer with me.
Malek: And are you safe now? Haven't you seen what they can do to the clay of love?
•They shape monsters like me. I don't care, my friend.
Malek: No, fools. They turn you into invisible fools.
• Still don't care, as long as God sees through me.
Malek: They lure Him in, and He walks straight toward them. Tell your God to save you when you get there.
• No, no, no. Don't worry about them; they're exactly where I want them. Should I tell Him on my way that you want us to part?
Malek: What's your problem?
• You're my problem!
Malek: True, in life there are believers, but those who declare their faith and their innermost thoughts in a place like this are just a select group of madmen.
• Not all madmen are fools. Some of us don't spin in the same circle. Haven't you ever cried where no sob is like another?
Malek: Yes, I know, but the eyes have dried up, and my face is disfigured. All that's left is clay and drowning. But you don't see me wailing here.
•I'm alone here, even if it seems I'm in a flock.
Malek: That flock found solid ground to stand on. What about you? Where's all that immunity?
• I burned it away after using it to burn every individual and every group.
Malek: Listen to me. Here, the smaller man pays the price. I've been saying this for ages. Where is the love that breaks the curses of the impossible? The love you claimed could shatter mountains of ice? You can be better, man.
• Better? How? By pretending? By suppressing and bottling up? Love is bigger than you as long as I can say only this: I don't care about anyone's existence in this very second. I've never seen, never felt, anything like this before. If only you could see the excitement and madness surging within me, even as I sit at the edge of the abyss. I'm alone here, even if it seems I stand on solid ground in the midst of the flock.
Malek: You know this will spread to everyone.
•How would I know of their existence if I can't even see them? I don't care; my future is promising with piety.
Malek: But those are the rules of living in this despicable world.
•Haha, with flat beings drowning in despair—perhaps ones like me—those rules were made to build stronger ones.
Malek: You thought you were safe.
• It doesn't matter; now, I'm certain. .... And you're just a voice in a human's head.
Malek: How will people address you after this?
• This is what I've done to you, man. Imagine what I could do to those gentlemen. If someone tries to bring out the worst in him, let them prepare for his woman to cry with him tonight on the same pillow.
Malek: It's been a while since you replied—have they become experts, or what?
• I'm the one who showed them this damned place, and in the same way, I'll take it away from them. "People know each other, but I don't know why." Then you'll repeat your talk about supreme repression. You'll truly have to whip me now, my friend. Can't you see? An empty void doesn't fill them—those who are utterly hollow. No one is trivial, and you'll tremble at some people's screams for God from time to time.
Malek: You've lost your mind, kid. we lived and seen it all. I say this as a friend—not really—but you seem pathetic now. Your beard is a mess, you've lost weight.
•Then what, huh? The dark circles? My wrinkled clothes? Do I look like a drunken madman? No need to remind me of your agility and all those diets—I've known about them for ages. Depression isn't even a phase anymore; it's just a garnish.
Malek: What do you mean?
•Nothing. Just a reminder and a note, dear sir. The point is, we don't care about how we look. All of this? She said she'd hate us more with every admirer we gain.
Malek: And know this: I'll despise you every time you bring her up in front of me, you frail thing.
• Wonderful. I'm falling more in love while you're becoming more grounded and pitiful.
Malek: My problems have grown, kid. And your magical lamp of love won't understand a damn thing in this cursed situation. Know your place and listen: I'm the one who placed you in this position between the worlds.
• Exactly. What position, brother? Your new adult identity? Your expensive, luxurious clothes? No, no, no—you mean your reputation and the respect of your classy communities.
Malek: I am you, and that respect is shared, so take back your words.
•fuck them with their respect for you. I've been invisible from the start, and they only favor people like you. Don't play dumb. They've always looked through me to see you, those scoundrels. They have no idea about me. That's why, with pride, I challenge you: tell me right this second—haven't we had enough of human spite? Finally admit that you're just like me, cast into the corner. And that's where it ends.
Malek: Wait. Where did you see that cup you're drinking your coffee from? Didn't she gift it to you?
•Haha, snitch? Tell her too that I haven't seen you or her. Tell her you're both as transparent as water.
Malek: so why are you writing about her, huh? Regretful?
• No, because she doesn't exist anymore.
Malek: What? You think she was our salvation? She could've changed our ending? Wake up, man. Betrayal would've pierced us anyway.
• I know. Do you hear that ? She sold us out to the sorceress and told her to build a barrier between me and you.
Malek: You know! Then why do you keep talking about her?
• Haven't you understood yet? Because my love for her is killing her. Like Qays, yes, but once Layla saddened me, I vowed she would grieve with me until the end of her days.
Malek: Alright, you've gone mad. Any last wishes?
• No, just excuse me if I laugh out loud; that's how I usually express pain in front of others.
Malek: That's all the clown was missing, to laugh at himself too.
• And that's all the executioner lacked, a striped robe. Stick to your darkness and leave me in white. Let me ask you something: by God, what happened to your conscience? Like her conscience, was it created in vain?
Malek: extinct. Are you happy now? I burned it along with all the pictures of your loved ones. Oh, we've burned and mastered it, my man. Why are you still in the abyss?
•Because one person once filled me, and now there are millions inside you, yet you're still empty. - One last question: what am I to you?**
Malek: You are my little one, the voice of my pride, my reproach, and my conscience. You are the wheezing in my left chest—don't you get it? You're the one who sees me even if I'm blind. You're the one after whom no other allure entices me. Damn them. I understand now you are the only one with meaning, as you've accompanied me through every fate since my childhood. We've lived, and we'll die together, my little one. We've lived, and we'll die together.
• Then why didn't you take care of me?
Malek: taking care of you better now. Our past is theirs, but our future is ours, boy. Let them deceive each other and let us return to our old ways, where we rediscover ourselves over and over again, again and again.
•Meanwhile, she'll write on the walls: *"You lost me, then you were lost."*
Malek: Exactly. Let her write that, and you write a tome about alexithymia, and amaze them with all you've discovered.
• Do you promise no one will approach me ever again?
Malek: They'll have to understand now. I promise, no one will come near you again.
•Shall we ignite their chests?
Malek: Recite your vows.
• "Asslamu A'alaykum".
Malek: And take caution.
• love is me.
Malek: hatred is me,
•to me are truces and wars, to me are noble losses and lofty victories. I will give you a morning full of forgiveness, pieces of candy, a stuffed bear like me, and a lullaby.**
Malek: beware, sorceress. Beware of sleep tonight, tonight is revenge. I will not sleep until I feed the little one the same poison that made me a madman, disfigured.
• I will give them all my elegance and smiles in public,
Malek: and let their masks fall when they're alone, trembling from their fears of their own fractures.
•I had forgotten—thank their brazenness for sparking my thoughts. Then damn your instincts, as big as this gray that covers my little one's head. And say: " A soul embracing planet Earth and its rebellion will always remain the sweetest addiction".
Malek: Then say: "A soul tightening its embrace until it becomes a noose of execution. fuck you all".