The eighth soul

"I stopped my voracious eating and took a sideways look at her, and my feeling of anxiety about her renewed. She still amazes me as she talks to everyone with reserved cheerfulness, smokes a lot, does not stop rubbing her palms, repeatedly puts a lock of her hair behind her ear, and drinks the second glass of wine... I... In front of a being with a different composition, closer to angels in his physical composition, and closer to Sufi saints in his beliefs, and closer to vulgarity by drinking alcohol and smoking cigarettes. Through her very rich narrative in this text, the writer does not seek to provide a final, ready-made answer about the essence of that self and this spirit that transcends the horizon of the seven lives. She only points from afar to the proven feasibility of evading the immediate civilization, the civilization that provides canned answers and ready-made contexts. Here, with great humility, she presents a practical and realistic breakthrough for all these answers and contexts. In short, we are faced with a self that overflows into the world and its characters who are striving in its paths with great misery. She extends her hands to lift this one and remove the blindness from the sight of that one, and she alone bears the pain and the crowns of thorns!