Cairo, 19th of July 2018, 2pm
In the middle of the wide street... Too hot here! Moamen! A young man in his twenties is looking around himself as if he were a stranger! As if he doesn't know the street that witnessed all the events of his life till he went to the faculty of commerce! Talaat harb Street in the middle of the city is where he was born... Now.. Just a stranger with pale face surprised to look at every thing.... He seemed to be escaping from someone... In deed he really is! He is escaping from them all
"just a chance for no more thinking.... Over thinking is a curse! That noone can feel of.. Even the simplest things need to be will planned! I plan to ask for the time more than minutes.... A curse. Can't relax... Afraid from mistakes, afraid from the future... Afraid even from being afraid!! Must escape from this all.. Must leave the old copy of me.. If it doesn't work I'll escape from the entire world... To heaven .. Of course not! How Can heaven be a house to a sinful man who committed suicide! Who didn't fall in the mercy of Allah and didn't bear one of the challenges given to test good from bad....to hell it will be then.... Hell in life! Hell in eternity! Hell when trying to relax! Makes no difference.. To hell then!"
After staring for minutes at the glass of one of the shops he turned angrily as if he finally knew his destination... He stopped a taxi then
" matrouh city please! "
" OK... What! So far"
"money will make it shorter!"
He got into the taxi, put his head on the glass of the car, his eyes went deep as if he was drunk. But he couldn't sleep.. He kept looking at the road but didn't see it,every element resembled a part of his memories... This tree over there is his bright childhood. This grass that sways there is like his twenties... This sun is his old memories...
To be continued.....
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