•Black and white are Paradox now aren't they?
Malek: what do you mean?
•when we think about the final big end, we taste fear! for all what we are going to lose, people thing....
Malek: you already lost Everything..
•Would the end be so Scary? or it would seem like starting again... wait wait wait.....!!! do you hear? do you hear it? it's close ...
Malek: where are you going to run now?
•To Allah
Malek: i don't care about what happened to me ..and what made me like this..and all what my soul telling me is : it's time go
Malek: The end... Have you ever thought that it's not out there, ahead of you, but here, around you, in everything?
• The end is not a single thing. It's a series of doors. You open a door, pass through, and then another door comes.
Malek: Doors? Do you choose every door yourself? Or are some closed in your face before you even touch them?
• Even closed doors teach you something. Every blow I took, every harsh word I heard, made me stronger.
Malek: Stronger? Haha, do you mean those words they threw at you in school? "You're stupid, you're useless, you'll never amount to anything."
• They were children... ignorant children.
Malek: Did that lessen the pain? Or did you go back every night and hide in the dark, wishing it would all end?
• Enough! Yes, I hurt. Yes, I wished for the end. But I'm still here, and you, this voice, won't change anything.
Malek: Nothing? I remind you of what you were, every fall, every time you were just a shadow in the background of your life.
• You're nothing but a ghost from the past. Something weak, a shapeless voice, nothing.
Malek: Haha, nothing? Then why do you listen to me? Why do you still give me this space in your head?
•Because I... because I'm trying to understand you.
Malek: Understand me? You don't need to understand me. I'm just your reflection, •. I'm the mirror you hate looking into.
•Enough. Enough talking.
Malek: Haha, what's wrong? Have the truths exhausted you? Or are the words heavy on you?
• No, they're not heavy. But they're hollow, just like you.
Malek: Hollow? Haha, you say that, and yet you've been listening to me from the beginning. Who is the one whose soul is truly hollow?
• Maybe both... Maybe I'm just looking for an end.
Malek: An end? Oh, our dear •! You always run toward the closed doors.
• This time, I won't run. If you love talking about truths, then let's face them together.
Malek: And how do you want to face me? With the words you've grown tired of? With the verses you don't believe in?
• No, this time it won't be with words.
Malek: Interesting. What's your plan?
• Russian roulette.
Malek: Haha! So, you've finally come to this? You think a game like this will silence me?
• It's not about you. It's not about your silence. It's about me, and a true moment of silence.
Malek: Do you know what's funny? Even in this moment, you want to be dramatic. Alright, let's play.
• A simple game. One bullet. Either me or you.
Malek: Either me or you? Oh we are one you son of a bitch .
• No. We are two. And I will make it the game of reckoning.
Malek: Haha, do you think pulling the trigger will stop me? I will be the last thing you hear, •.
• Maybe. Or maybe I'll leave you behind, a shadow fading away until it's gone.
Malek: So, who goes first?
• Me…
The gun appeared suddenly in my hand. I didn't know how it came, but it was there. Its weight in my palm was like a truth that couldn't be ignored. I saw it as a means to end this conversation, to end this absurdity.
Malek: You know the game, don't you? You love bets. This time, you're betting your life.
it wasn't an ordinary feeling. It was more like touching something forbidden, as if I were opening a door that should have remained closed forever. Between my fingers, the cylinder felt like a piece of cold metal, yet it carried a weight greater than its own. I felt like I was holding my fate, for the first time, and also for the last time.
I placed my thumb on the cylinder. For a moment, I hesitated. The hand that moved the cylinder trembled slightly, but I pretended to be strong. I turned it slowly, as if I were challenging myself, or perhaps time itself. The sound… that metallic sound made by the cylinder as it spun was like an echo reverberating in my head, cutting through the silence in my mind like a sharp dagger.
Each turn felt like a heavy heartbeat, each "click" piercing the silence within me, telling me that I was getting closer to something irreversible. I felt the air around me grow heavier, as if the whole room was holding its breath with me. I couldn't think clearly. There was an internal momentum, a wave of conflicting thoughts sweeping over me.
"Is this real?" I asked myself. Perhaps the cylinder was turning, but time seemed to stop. Every moment stretched out, expanding, as if it would never end. I felt that every sound made by that simple movement shook me to my core, not out of direct fear, but because of the realization. The realization that I was playing not just with my life, but with something deeper than that, something bigger than death itself.
Then there was the other voice, the inner voice that had always been with me.
Malek: Do you feel awe?This is the true taste of life, Latef. Awe, fear, and waiting.
And there was another song The metallic sound was like a cursed song. Five empty chambers… and one filled with fate
I wanted to scream at it, but I couldn't. I was fully focused on that slow motion. I felt my fingers betraying me, as if I were participating in a ritual I couldn't back out of.
When the cylinder stopped spinning, I felt something crumble inside me. It wasn't a dramatic collapse, but more like a small stone falling into a bottomless abyss. That brief moment between the end of the motion and my realization that it had ended, was everything. I felt that my heart, which had been pounding loudly the whole time, stopped for a moment.
I was breathing heavily, but I wasn't sure if it was fear… or relief.
hen I placed my finger on the trigger, I felt as if the entire world had stopped moving. Everything around me was eerily still, as if the universe itself was watching me in heavy silence. There was nothing but the sound of my breath, intermittent and quickening, pounding in my head like war drums.
My finger seemed detached from me, a rigid piece slowly moving toward the moment of reckoning. I felt that the trigger was not just a piece of metal, but a gateway to the unknown. I pressed it lightly at first, as if testing the ground before leaping into a bottomless abyss.
In that moment, my mind screamed, but all I heard was silence. Everything felt distant and unreal, as if I were not inside my own body. The images that passed before my eyes weren't clear memories, but shadows and specters… faceless faces, nameless places. I felt like I was moving in a dream, a heavy and desolate dream.
Malek: are you ready?
•I don't know…
When I fully pressed the trigger, my breath stopped completely. That brief moment between pulling the trigger and realizing what would happen felt like eternity, stretching until I felt time itself had split from its course. I could hear my heartbeats clearly, each pulse like a stab in my chest, heavy and slow, but it was moving.
There was no fear anymore. In that moment, I surpassed every human emotion I had known. There was something else, a feeling of absolute emptiness, as if I had thrown myself into the depths of the ocean, where only darkness and eerie calm existed.
Then… Click.
That sound, the sound of emptiness.
I felt the world collide with me suddenly, as if I were suspended in space and then fell violently. I couldn't move. My heart was pounding so hard it almost broke my chest, and my hands trembled as if they were trying to rid themselves of what had happened. I felt warmth creeping to my face, but I couldn't explain it. There was a strange sensation, a mix of relief and despair, as if I had survived something that could not be survived, but I knew this wasn't the end of the story.
"I survived…" I whispered, but the voice sounded as if it wasn't mine.
Malek: Your turn again?
• No. Your turn now.
Malek: Haha, you know I don't hold the gun, right?
• I'll do it for you. If you're my shadow, you won't escape the bet
Malek: Now? Do you feel the thrill? Or are you just delaying the end?
•The end is coming. This time, I'm sure of it.
Malek: Haha, here we are again, •. You and me, and between us, a bullet… or maybe nothing.
•: We'll see.
I placed the gun on my chest this time.....