He was lying in his bed with his stomach downside, face covered with pillow. His room was a complete mess as some disaster had passed from there. His books were scattered on the floor, clothes here and there, broken glass and some other.
As she entered his room her scowl deepened.
"Why.. you mourning over something? Did someone died here?" She asked in a piercing voice.
"Yeah, I'm mourning... no one died but was murdered here. It was faith and believe...that a sister has in her brother. I was sure, I will be with her when she is in need but see.... how unsure I'm now even of her life. I'm just a big mouth, who just know to make big talks but couldn't do anything in real. Are all the brothers like me?? Careless? Unknown?" He was saying in a soliloquy manner without changing his position or posture.
"Stop this nonsense. What philosophy you're saying, I can't get anything. Get up and eat something. See your condition and your room's too. Your father's being angry that I'm ignoring you and your sister. She too is behaving like it. I can't understand what got into both of you?" She said picking up his books and arranging in the book racks and his shirts into his cupboard. He laughed mockingly.
"If I took care of this mess would it clear the mess from my life too?" He got up and looked at her hopefully.
"I want to turn the time. But.... You know my teacher said once, 'in real life, what happens, just happens. We can't reverse it. And it leads to disorder. Our universe is in a journey to disorder. We cannot reverse or stop the phenomenon.' So it's rare that everyone gets happy no matter what disaster happened back."
Aunt's expressions softened at his words. She had almost cleared the mess, putting the things on their places.
"Shabby and Tabriz are back with Hisham. He'll definitely find her, I'm sure of this. It's her wife, he should be the one, worried. And here you're making yourself worried like hell." She shrugged off carelessly.
"And one thing more. Even if the world is in the journey to destruction or disorder and we cannot reverse or stop it, but we can slow it down at some extent. So if you want it to slow down, you have to do everything carefully and freely at same time. Take your time, but not waste it. When she's back you can make up with her."
She advised him like a friend. He was the only one to know that side of her personality. He was her favorite, a little naughty but obedient child. He never made her worried in the whole time, so she had a different relation with him, unlike Shabby and Zainab, who were always crying over something or whining and fighting with others.
"Now, get up and have something to eat. If you're going to starve, she won't be back but you'll be admitted to emergency. Don't destroy yourself when it is for nothing good." She, holding his arm, took him out of his room.
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