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Chapter 1 ( flashback )

  Exercising is a beautiful thing , for both men and women , Whether it's , football , volleyball , tennis , beach volleyball , or even running or swimming

  All those sports are beautiful and fun!

  Exercise stimulates blood circulation , restores vitality and activity to the body, in addition to developing your social relationships and improving your psychological health.

  All this nice academic talk isn't new! But I wanted to point it out ! As a final step towards reform !

  Personally , I prefer football . The atmosphere of the stadiums , the noise , the bustle , the jokes of friends and their quarrels bring joy to the soul.

  It increases happiness within you, taking you out of the boring circle of work and the deadly routine of life.

  - - Yes!

  I remember that day well,

  How could I forget it!

  It wasn't an ordinary day at all, it was the day of my death!

  It may have been about 100 years or more ago.

  We were playing football on a five-a-side pitch on a winter night in January.

  After midnight in an area on the surface of our globe , which has now turned to ash"

  - "Bus, NuN (my name is NuN). Bus? Bus, bro?

  That was my friend Sen demands that he pass the ball to him.

  who showed signs of dependence And the anger, which made me feel for a moment that he might leave the match and beat me up!

  Seconds later, I looked down with a sarcastic, regretful smile on my face. After losing the ball and the opposing team taking it

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  I didn't want to look at Sen on purpose and started shouting here and there.

  The atmosphere was great, and we had a great time together.

  Another 20 minutes passed after that and the game was over, and we had definitely won. I'm a special striker, I snatch goals in seconds!

  We all celebrated for a few minutes, and things had been going well up until that point.

  I then went to the dressing room to grab my clothes and toiletries in a hurry .Then I went to the bathroom to take a warm shower.

  Then an idea came to my mind as I stood in front of the bathroom mirror.

  As I brush my long hair that hangs in front of me back, then come back and pull it forward with a slight bend to the left. To look completely elegant

  I thought of completing my novel and the short articles I started, which revolve around the inner energy of man, and about science and space, which I love very much.

  I dried my face which looked very tired - but I didn't care about that

  Then I went back to the dressing room again.

  And in the dressing room was the end. The end of everything. The dressing room was the last stop in my life!

  -I felt a terrible pain squeezing my left side of my chest from the back, the pain began to expand and move to the front of my chest.

  There was too little time for me to follow some of the doctors' obvious advice - (cough a lot) - or even for my friends to do

  aid to me (and the nearest health unit was about 20 minutes away from the stadium).

  Then I fell to the ground, I didn't have the strength or ability to carry my body or for him to carry me!

  We have both abandoned each other.

  We were all in a state of chaos, panic, pain and confusion. The scene looked extremely dramatic.

  My friends' voices are getting farther apart and lower at the same time.

  And a whistling sound replaces it. A soft whistle that no one hears - except me . It drowns out all the sounds there.

  My vision was blurry. It was like watching an old video without sound. My friends' faces were slowly fading away.

  A chill ran through my extremities, It quickly spread all over my body, except for my chest area! It was the only area that was inflamed.

  My chest pain was like an erupting volcano, about to explode between my ribs, and then...

  then...

  then

  then, I simply died!

  "Nun" died, and his life ended! Without warning and without results!

  -After a day and a half

  I was roaming around the place and seeing my burial ceremony up close. I see my wife - honey? I love you so much... don't cry please!

  I see my nine-year-old daughter, Rofaa... My little one? Don't be sad! I'm always with you!

  -I see my relatives and friends weeping for me with bitterness and pain, and I also see some of my enemies sparking off hatred that may reach here.

  And others come to compliment, yes . in death also there are compliments! This strange human race with its changeable natures

  Then I believe that death has a wonderful secret in ending conflicts and extinguishing the fire of envy and strife among people.

  Many years and decades passed after that! And I became bored.

  Everything here on Earth has become dull, gray, devoid of all signs of life.

  ..

  Then I went up. Looking for An outlet...

  Continue ....

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