Niall Murad
Nael Murad wasn't one to draw attention with his arrival, but rather one whose absence was noticeable when he left. He sat in the café near the metro station, in the corner that offered no light. The coffee in front of him had gone cold before he even picked it up, not because he'd forgotten about it, but because he was listening… Not to the noise, but to what lay between him and the surrounding space. He knew this feeling well: A slight fullness in the chest, like a memory that passes by unbidden. Nael didn't like direct questions. They were like doors left open too long. So, when he was once asked, "Are you okay?" He smiled with that quiet irony that never offended anyone, and said, "If I weren't, would that change anything?" One loss was enough to teach him that things don't disappear suddenly; They simply stop coming back. And from that day on, Nael treated people like trains: He waited, he observed, and if someone was very late… He learned not to ask why.
About Niall Murad
Nael Murad wasn't one to draw attention with his arrival, but rather one whose absence was noticeable when he left. He sat in the café near the metro station, in the corner that offered no light. The coffee in front of him had gone cold before he even picked it up, not because he'd forgotten about it, but because he was listening… Not to the n...Read more