Zahir Shawkat (Përgatiti Angela Kosta)
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Zahir Shawkat - Iraq
THE LAST EQUATION...
At the age of twenty-five, a soft girl like the dew of dawn, of extraordinary beauty, who deserves fabulous wealth and a very luxurious car, but she was always worried about her suspicion of people, believing that everyone was greedy for her wealth, so she was somewhat introverted, and she kept in mind - if someone greeted her - that there was a carefully calculated matter behind it!
Two years ago, her mother passed away due to a stroke, and left behind a huge fortune, which she inherited from her husband who was one of the richest men in the world, so she became attached to her aunt, she saw in her a lot of her mother's tenderness and warmth while she lived in a city 200 km away from her city. And whenever the world became narrow in her eyes - as it is today - she would go to her to spend a week of joy and enjoyment of a life devoid of worries. Here she was driving her car, ecstatic and humming, wishing that in half an hour, that is, at sunset, she would be in her aunt's arms, in this refreshing spring weather with a weak but very delicious drizzle of rain and handfuls of hail, and she heard the sounds of the sparrows and the birds filling the world with their joy because they were returning to their homes. She was saying to herself: My aunt is a great blessing, God has compensated me. She was so happy that she started singing and humming. Her car never breaks down as she thought, but now it had stopped. She got out, terrified, because she did not understand anything about fixing its malfunction or knowing its cause. It might be very simple, but she did not know. The drizzle of rain was provoking her as the approaching sunset did, because the sun seemed indifferent, as it was eagerly seeking its setting like a girl seeking her aunt's house. She stood waving fearfully and strongly at the passing cars, but no one stopped! Oh my God, what should I do? She started to feel pain in her stomach. She knew it was because of the anxiety that started to eat her up, and she realized that she was not as brave as her wealth and beauty! An old car approached her, driven by a man who looked to be in his sixties, looking calm and dignified. She told herself that she could not trust him, perhaps he would betray her to take her money and the jewelry she adorned herself with, and he seemed to be a professional who knows how to pounce on his prey at the right moment... But what should I do? What should I do? She approached him and screamed with shameful fear: Taxi? He nodded his head as a sign of yes. She got in and with her went all the panic that overcomes someone being led to execution! She gave him the address and he did not pay attention to her, did not speak to her, but was keen to start walking. She almost screamed: Save me, her eyes would not settle on one spot, she felt a severe dryness in her mouth, she replied: Why didn't I travel since morning?! She almost asked him about the possibility of a drink of water, but she backed down, maybe there would be a drug in the water, it seems that he is a professional in catching the rich!!!
When she reached her intended place, he stopped with clear respect, she got down and joy was tearing her apart, she forced herself, and approached him saying: How much is the fare! He answered calmly: Nothing.
She screamed, and why?
He took out his ID card for her, and she indicated that he is a scientist in nuclear physics, and he is retired now.
She was embarrassed and was about to cry, as the words of thanks and apology crowded together and each one of them found it difficult to get out of her mouth.
She took a notebook from her wallet and said pleadingly: Sir, I want your signature.
He took the notebook and wrote: The last equation I reached is that you should do what I did in similar situations! Then he signed with a smile and left
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