Brain:
Seriously? Why are you still this damn stubborn?
Why not just do something before it’s too damn late and everything burns to ashes?
Heart:
And you — why the hell are you such a pessimist all the time?
Can’t you just for once back me up in the mess I’ve decided to dive into?
Brain:
How the hell can you be this blind?
Are you really that drunk on love that you ignore the disaster staring right at you?
Heart:
Oh please. This is just a stupid phase.
Eventually, reality will slap him awake.
Brain:
Hope all you want, but you’re fooling yourself.
If this keeps going, the mess just gets bigger. No magic fixes here.
Heart:
Typical. You’re bitter and broken.
Why can’t you just admit people can change?
They can be better... sometimes.
Brain:
Ha! You’re so naive it’s tragic.
Look at you—a wreck, smoking your bad habits like they’ll fix anything.
Please, for once, stop wasting your breath hoping for a miracle.
Heart:
Second chances, brain.
Everyone deserves one—even assholes.
Brain:
You keep confusing kindness with stupidity.
There’s a razor-thin line between hope and being played like a fool.
Wake up—he’s been playing you from day one.
Heart:
Oh Brain, what’s wrong with you?
All you do is spit poison whenever we talk.
Why can’t you see any good in anyone?
Or is that just your default setting?
Brain:
Why should I?
Why waste my time waiting for some pathetic “miracle” that’s never coming?
Why chase a ghost while everything else burns?
Heart:
You forget—nothing’s impossible when Allah wills it.
Kun fayakun.
When He says it happens, nothing—not your cynicism, not this mess—can stop it.
Brain:
Fine. I’ll bite.
The impossible becomes possible.
Kun fayakun.
So, what now? What’s your grand plan, oh hopeless dreamer?
Heart:
I’ll do what I always do.
Give it my all, pray hard, and leave the rest to Allah.
Because what else do I have left?
Brain:
Ameen.
Insya Allah.
May He have mercy on you... and on your poor, battered heart.
Heart:
Ameen.
Insya Allah.
Because, damn it, I’m not giving up yet.
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