He looked to her in her eyes and said sorrowfully , " It's Two months from now "
She asked " Till what doctor ? "
He said " Till the date you will die on "
For seconds , she couldn't answer him , trying to figure out what that exactly mean , and asked " cant it be more than two months ? cant it be three or four ? "
He answered firmly " No "
He was looking into her eyes with mysterious eyes full of love , pity and fear ; but she felt some cruelness in his words .
She walked to the window in slow steps and opened the window , took a deep breathe as if ti was the last one , and turned to him " Why shall I wait two months to die , I hate waiting for bad things , just let it happen now "
He said with a scoffing but sorry smile "ok , do it "
But she stood in front of with no more words , probably thinking of the truth behind his words , does he really mean it , or is he saying so because he knew she wouldn't do it , or he is just confused and sad !
she decided to leave, he walked her to the door , she went home thinking of what she has to do , should she try to enjoy her last two months , or should she try to work on any kind of treatment , and if she could found , would it cure her totally or it will just make the two months three or four !
She walked accompanied with confusion and distraction .
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She asked " Till what doctor ? "
He said " Till the date you will die on "
For seconds , she couldn't answer him , trying to figure out what that exactly mean , and asked " cant it be more than two months ? cant it be three or four ? "
He answered firmly " No "He was looking into her eyes with mysterious eyes full of love , pity and fear ; but she felt some cruelness in his words .
She walked to the window in slow steps and opened the window , took a deep breathe as if ti was the last one , and turned to him " Why shall I wait two months to die , I hate waiting for bad things , just let it happen now "
He said with a scoffing but sorry smile "ok , do it "
But she stood in front of with no more words , probably thinking of the truth behind his words , does he really mean it , or is he saying so because he knew she wouldn't do it , or he is just confused and sad !
she decided to leave, he walked her to the door , she went home thinking of what she has to do , should she try to enjoy her last two months , or should she try to work on any kind of treatment , and if she could found , would it cure her totally or it will just make the two months three or four !
She walked accompanied with confusion and distraction .
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نظر إليها طبيبها جازعا " بقى شهرين فقط "
قالت " علام هذين الشهرين ؟ "
قال بجدية و حزم " حتى يأتي موعد موتك " ... صمتت و صمتت كل ملامحها ، نظرت إليه ، تحاول استيعاب ما قاله و سالته بنفس جديته " ألا تستطيع ان تجعلهم ثلاثة أشهر و اربعة على الأقل ، أريد أن أعيش ولو قليلا "
قال " لا " ، اعتراها صمت و ذهول ، متاملة في نظراته إليها التي ملأها الخوف و الألم و الحب .
ذهبت في خطوات متباطئة نحو النافذة و فتحتها ليتسرب الهواء بين خصلات شعرها ويداعبها . اخذت نفسا عميقا بدا و انه الأخير و التفت له فجأة " ولم إذن قد انتظر شهرين ، انا لا أحب الانتظار فما بالك بانتظار الموت ، لما لا أموت الان ! "
رد متهكما " حسنا ، فلتفعلي " ... وقفت امامه كالصنم ، تحاول ان تفهم ما وراء تهكمه ، هل هو جاد بشأن هذا القرار ، ام أنه لا يظن أنها قد تفعل شيئا كهذا ، أم انه يخفي حبه و ألمه ، هل نطق هذا جزعا أم ماذا يدور في رأسه .
ثم في خطوة سريعة ذهبت نحو باب الغرفة ، فسبقها ليعطيها أشيائها التي كادت ان تنساها و مشي معاها مودعاً .
سارت في طريق عودتها تفكر فيما ستفعل ، هل تحاول ان تستمتع بما بقى لها من وقت محدود في الحياة ، ام تحاول إيجاد علاج لمرضها : و إن وجدت هل سيجدي نفعا و يشفيها ام فقط سيجعل من الشهرين ، ثلاثة او اربعة ، ام فقط عليها الاستسلام ، فلاشئ سيجدي نفعا و ستموت قريبا .
حاولت شق طريقها وسط أفكارها المشوشة ... ومضت ....
