Panda

Fifteen years ago, his father died. He killed himself with a bullet from a pistol he had once bought for self-defense, not to kill himself. The bullet pierced his temple, and he departed a life that had astonished him in all its astonishment. He also astonished her with that bullet, with all its unexpected surprise, for anyone except his sister, Suad. The world was astonishing to him, even to the level of cracking an egg in a frying pan. He would laugh a lot whenever he cracked an egg in a frying pan or whenever he saw his sister, Suad, cracking eggs in a frying pan. She would join in these laughs, without knowing exactly why he was laughing in this situation. Asem Al-Tal killed himself in his office, lying on the couch next to the window overlooking a long street. Through the other window, he could see the building containing the apartment he lived in with his wife, Rehab, his son, Imran, his daughter, Jaida, and his sister, Suad. He killed himself on a stormy winter night, the power outage adding to its depression and turmoil. Everything around indicated that something was going to happen that night. The sky was shattering like a glass bowl with small lava flowing in opposite directions, colliding with each other. The reed umbrellas that were above the roofs of the buildings were shattered, and the heavy rains destroyed the old, cracked paint on the exterior walls of some of the abandoned buildings, toppling this paint into torrents that slid down into depressions and corners, forming pools of water in which bags, papers, cigarette packs, matches, and many cigarette butts floated. It was a terrifying night. Fifteen years ago, his father died. He took his own life with a bullet from a gun he had bought one day to defend himself, not to kill himself. The bullet pierced his temple, ending the life that had amazed him with all its wonders. Life, in turn, was shaken by that bullet, for this sudden news was unexpected for anyone except his sister Saad. Even the simple act of cracking an egg in a frying pan held wonders for him. He would laugh heartily whenever he or Saad cracked an egg, and she would join in the laughter, even if she didn't entirely comprehend the source of his amusement in those moments.
Asim AlTal killed himself in his office, lying on the couch next to the window that overlooked a long street. The adjacent window allowed him to see the building that housed his apartment, where he lived with his wife Rahab, his son Imran, his daughter Jaida, and his sister Saad. He killed himself on a stormy winter night, which the power outputs exacerbated the heightening of its somber turbulence. All signs indicated that something would happen that night.
The sky is shattered like a glass bowl filled with small volcanic eruptions moving in opposite directions and colliding. The reed umbrellas that were above the rooftops of the shattered buildings, and heavy raindrops fell on the remnants of the old, cracked paint on the outer walls of some abandoned buildings. The paint washed away, forming streams that converged into lowlying areas and corners, transforming them into pools laden with plastic bags, papers, cigarette packs, matches, and countless cigarette butts.
It was a desolate night.