اتفاقی که دارد نمی افتد فارسی 1405

The captain’s voice shatters the fragile stillness of my suspended sleep like a small stone breaking the surface of calm. I open my eyes. There is something strangely comforting about sleeping inside this metal box drifting through the clouds, as though you had entrusted your weary body to a cradle woven from the sky itself.

I love flying, this moment of breaking free from the earth, this fleeting weightlessness. Yet, at the same time, an indistinct fear quietly settles within me. My life seems to be nothing more than a tapestry of such unresolved contradictions.

Instinctively, I turn toward the seat beside me, toward Negah. It is empty, but not in any ordinary way. Its emptiness is unsettling, as though a void has opened in the air itself, as though no one had ever occupied that seat at all.

Panic coils around my heart like suffocating moss, stealing my breath. It is the familiar terror of loss. My heart pounds against my ribs as if it wants to break free, while cold beads of sweat gather across my forehead. My mouth has gone dry.

I say something to the indifferent flight attendant passing by. I barely recognize my own voice. I ask about my daughter.

She stares at me, her eyes widening in surprise.

“You've been traveling alone from the very beginning, sir.”…