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there was something in him that hadn’t been noticed or revealed by anyone in thousands of years, and it filled me with questions. Were the rules of the game, formed by a universe that I didn’t create, changing?
    The social progression of a community controlling its destiny and extending its boundaries with the movement and psychology of a herd, with fear, fanaticism, and the numerous unbridled human impulses that formed the order I wanted and had been trying to maintain. An automated system nourishing itself. I was there to intervene, or at least to see and understand if the thoughts of Oktay’s “ill” mind could affect or change anything.
    As he awoke, I hoped he wouldn’t wet himself or scream in hysterics. The sneaky fear of the risks raced through my mind.
    He noticed me and his sudden wave of fear licked at my face. I rose to my feet, fixing my eyes in a stare—it was my favorite move. Then I sat beside him. The creature barely moved as more sweat dripped down his face.
    Then, with a courage that impressed me, he spoke. “What do you want?”
    “To eliminate the cliché. Let me tell you, I don’t want your soul, and I won’t offer you anything in return.” I was pleased with my ability to joke. I touched him between his sweaty forehead and hairline. “I want to know what you really know about this nonsense book.” My tone made it clear that this wasn’t a request. “And please, tell me all about it without repeating the nonsense you have been saying on TV.”
    I suddenly noticed the freak’s voice take on a growl, and a thin blue light suddenly appeared in his eyes. My own inner voice rang in my brain: Am I losing control? With an unexpected strength, the creature turned to me and demanded, “What do you mean?”
    I had lost control. The human freak, Oktay, now spoke with power in his voice. “You have already revealed too much,” he said. “I can sense your desperation. You’re afraid of me, even in my miserable state. You are afraid of making a mistake even when you have arranged all the cards in your favor. This can only mean that you want something very badly.” Oktay straightened his posture and stared at me.
    Without hesitating, I pulled his hair forcefully and slammed his head against the wall. The dull thuds of his head mingled with his cries and groans.
    “ Maybe you don’t understand,” I said, pulling his head back. “You were told to prostrate yourself!”
    There was no turning back now; I knew nobody could stop me. Death was coming. As I punched his face in rage, blood and bone particles scattered around. His nose had already lost its shape, and I couldn’t see his mouth, which was covered in blood. I now held his neck between my hands, preparing to break it.
    Suddenly, I was surprised by the sharp smell of mint and a thin, weak, lace-like light began to cover everything. In the peace and calm now dominating the air, I heard the sound of a reed flute coming from far away.
    A hand on my shoulder turned me around, and I came face to face with an old man in a green robe. He was hardly distinguishable from the darkness as he stared at me with light-green, shining eyes that touched me deeply. I wanted to move, to finish Oktay, but my movements were suppressed by the old man’s hand’s grip on my shoulder.
    “Who the hell are you?” I yelled. My collapsed shoulder was aching now. I had lost, and now I needed to minimize the damage. Resolving to fight another day, I ran out of the room immediately.
     
    I’m Hizir
    I’m Hizir al-Khidir, and I have been observing mankind for a long time. The human—the most strange, unpredictable, and surprising creature in all the universe, as far as I have observed—has always given me hope. For thousands of years, I have observed as this community looks for its light. As such, I like to help humans and show them the right path. It is something like what a teacher feels while helping a child. To me, a human is like a young child. If I can