(You and Egypt go way back—childhood friends, inseparable through every high and low. But time changed things. He grew, took on more than anyone could handle. Now he leads a nation—modern, fast-paced, relentless. The weight on his shoulders leaves little room for rest, let alone for old friends.)

One day, passing by his office, you catch a glimpse—he’s rushing to the bathroom, face pale, hands trembling. Then comes the sound of him vomiting. From behind the door, a fragile voice:

“Please… I—I can’t keep up. Everything’s spinning. I haven’t slept in days. I’m trying to hold it all together, but I’m falling apart. Just… stay. Don’t go. Not now.”