Nadim, with tears in his eyes, looking at Mukhtar:
"This man is the reason for my loneliness. He was the first person who hated me in life. I even believed he was dead because I couldn't stand the idea of him still existing."
Khaled: "Do you hate him?"
Nadim, sadly: "Of course. A father who never accepted his son doesn't deserve love."
Khaled: "Is he really the reason for your loneliness?"
Nadim: "Yes. He's also the reason my mother was sad most of the time. Because of his selfishness, he destroyed both her life and mine."
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Nadim woke up in a strange place. As he slowly regained consciousness, the first thing on his mind was revenge against Khaled. He left to go somewhere he already had in mind—to get something.
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Phone call to Mukhtar
Khaled: "I'll send you his location."
Mukhtar: "I'm going to him right now."
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While Nadim was walking, full of sadness and bitterness, feeling deceived by everyone, he knew well that no one ever loved him. Because of the strange device, he had turned into a monster—full of hate toward society. His emotions had shifted from shock after shock.
A car passed by and stopped. Someone stepped out. Nadim looked—and it was Mukhtar, his father.
Mukhtar tried to hold back his tears but couldn't. He rushed to hug Nadim, who stood there with no reaction.
Mukhtar looked at him with regretful eyes and whispered:
"I'm sorry, my son... I wasn't the father I should've been."
Mukhtar remembered something from the past…
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Flashback
At a club...
"Believe me, Mukhtar, you're a talented writer. You just need to publish your novels. You need a source of money."
Mukhtar: "I really need to print the novel, but my financial situation is bad."
Mukhtar noticed a beautiful girl.
His friend: "She caught your eye, didn't she? She's the prettiest—and also the richest. Her father owns a massive company."
Mukhtar: "What's her name?"
Friend: "Maya. She loves reading. Try to get her attention—maybe she'll help publish your novel. Come on, I'll introduce you."
"Hi Maya, this is my friend Mukhtar. He's a beginner writer."
Maya: "Really? You write?"
Mukhtar (smiling): "Yes."
Maya: "Can I read your novel?"
Mukhtar, still smiling: "No one reads my novel before it reaches the publisher... except the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. So please, take it and read."
Maya blushed at his words and began reading.
She fell deeply in love with him. They met several times, and she became his manager. Eventually, they got married.
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After the marriage, Mukhtar became very busy with writing. He became famous among young people. Maya felt he no longer loved her like before.
They had a child, who turned six. Mukhtar had become very moody, barely coming home anymore.
Maya: "Why do you leave me and your son alone so often?"
Mukhtar, angrily: "To make money and keep you living your rich lifestyle."
Maya: "You should care about us more than your novels."
Mukhtar: "I'll try."
Mukhtar started writing a very important story—signs showed it would be a bestseller. He focused on it so much that he didn't want to see anyone.
He was about to finish it but became extremely tired. So, he went to sleep, planning to complete it the next day.
When he came back, he found Maya in the office, holding burnt pages.
Maya: "I burned the story—the one that took you away from me and your son."
Mukhtar exploded with anger, stomping the ground.
Mukhtar: "I hate you! I never want to see you again. You're divorced!"
Their son heard the loud voices and came in.
Son: "Hi Dad, come play with me!"
Mukhtar, furiously: "Get away from me, you idiot! I hate no one more than I hate you. You're the worst!"
Mukhtar left and never returned.
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Back to the present
Mukhtar: "I'm sorry, my son. I was harsh, but I've grown. I'm better now. I'll make it up to you."
Nadim: "Make it up for what? For your hatred? For leaving me to grow up without a father? For abandoning my mother to face life alone?"
Mukhtar, crying: "I'm sorry. I really am."
Nadim pulled out a gun he had just bought earlier, and shot Mukhtar in the stomach.
Then, he carried his father, put him in the car, and said:
"You're going to visit my mother."