”In every one of us, there is a cell that only disappointments can unlock, and a throne that never settles except through tears.”
A Note from the Author’s Soul
”For two long months, I sat on the threshold of my old school — a place where I spent twelve years, only to suddenly find myself a stranger to it. I watched my friends walk toward their futures while I remained frozen in time. Their averted eyes hurt more than the failure itself. It was on those very steps, in that narrow space between the urge to disappear and the will to survive, that the seeds were planted. After years of cumulative experiences and layers of setbacks, the idea of ‘The Inner Coup’ was finally born. I share this humble work with you today as a reflection of that long journey.”
I
ntroduction: The Serene Kingdom of Younes
Younes’s life was as tranquil as the sea on a summer morning. Within his inner kingdom, “Love” sat upon the throne, draped in a robe of pure white, his hands bearing old scars that touched the heart of everyone he met. He bestowed smiles upon strangers in the street, filling Younes’s being with unparalleled warmth. Meanwhile, “Reason” — an old man with a long beard — resided in his vast library, organizing millions of files and maps with meticulous precision, planning for stability. In this world, Reason was not the ruler but the “People” — the millions of cells working tirelessly to provide thoughts, dreams, and logic. Love ruled with the blessing of these orderly, peaceful citizens.
Chapter I: The Earthquake of Disappointment
Suddenly, everything shattered. Younes returned home to find a termination notice on the floor, alongside a letter from the only person he ever trusted, telling him they were leaving forever. At that moment, a violent earthquake struck the “Kingdom of the Flesh.”
The castle lights flickered out, and darkness reigned. The throne trembled, sending Love’s golden crown crashing to the ground. Reason cried out as the “Future” files burned: “The walls are breached! Despair is leaking in!” From the dark cellar beneath the castle, a raspy laugh echoed. “Evil,” a distorted being with scorched skin, broke his chains for the first time in years. He looked at “Malice,” whose eyes gleamed with cruelty, and declared: “The kind king is starved. It is time for the true leaders. Raise the banner of the coup!”
Chapter II: The Fall of the Fortress
A month passed like hell. A month where Reason never stopped screaming and Love never stopped aching. On a rainy day, the final blow fell: Younes was evicted from his home. The loss of sanctuary was the death knell for the Kingdom of Love.
The iron gates of the cellar exploded. Evil emerged, his cold face resembling scorched earth. With him came Malice, wielding a rusted sword, and “Lust,” a captivating woman in crimson silken robes. Evil crushed Younes’s beautiful memories under his feet. The People of Reason no longer resisted; half cowered in fear, while the other half cleared the path, desperate for the strength Evil promised.
Evil stood on the high dais and bellowed: “You tried Love and it brought you humiliation! Give me the keys to the throne, and I shall make the world tremble at your name!” He seized Love by the throat and threw him into the depths, shackling him with the chains of consecutive disappointments.
On the Outside: Younes stood before the mirror. He did not cry. His features hardened; the light in his eyes died, replaced by a terrifying coldness, sharp as a razor.
To be continued in Part II...