Coffee stain

 Being late has become a habit for Hasan. He was late everywhere, never arrived on time for any meeting. His boss was already tired of him.

The alarm clock usually started ringing at 7 in the morning. The sound of the alarm clock, which had been impatiently waiting to "scream" for hours, would fall silent at Hasan's touch.

However, it didn't mean that, who went to bed very late, would get up on time in the morning. He simply tried to do it, but every time it ends up the same way, and this had been going on for years. This was also one of the characteristics of many people who live alone.

Today, after the alarm clock rang non-stop at half past 8, he was barely able to wake up. When he looked at the clock, he felt a rush of panic. Because, work started at 8:00, and the workplace was 3 kilometers away from the house he rented. He always walked to work. It was his custom. Hasan hurriedly got ready and dashed outside. He walked quickly so as not to be late for work. Because he didn’t have breakfast at home, he always bought a bun from the bakery on his way. Every day, the sunrise meant the start of the race for him. Because he got up late, he rushed to work at lightning speed, and since he started work late, he worked quickly to finish his tasks as soon as possible. However, he could never finish his work on time. Because he left work late, he wanted to return home quickly so he could at least rest for a little while. Night gave way to morning, and thus, the same thing happened every morning—except on rest days.

The race again started. Even if he was late, he didn't skip his habit and went to the bakery. Hasan walked with his head down along the way, didn't pay attention to the people around him. The result of this was also unfortunate. An unknown person had spilled coffee on him. Hasan suddenly became angry.

– Damn it. I don't believe it! - he said nervously.

– Sorry, I didn’t do it on purpose,’" the unknown person said. When Hasan heard the stranger was speaking Azerbaijani, he calmed down.

– It’s no harm. Actually, it’s my fault. This could be an excuse for not going to work today,’ he said, turning around and starting to walk back in the direction he had come from, just like indifferent people. Only later did he realize that the person who spilled coffee on him was a fellow countryman, as if encountering someone from his own country in a bustling metropolis was an everyday occurrence. He scolded himself for not being surprised by it.

As soon as he got home, he took off his clothes and lay down on the bed. Sleep took him instantly, and he only woke up in the afternoon. The weather was clear and sunny. He opened the window and took a deep breath. He thought the day would go well. After the tense months, he finally understood the essence of rest. Under the cheerful music playing from the radio, he cooked an egg for himself. Then, he set the table in front of the TV and turned on the television. However, the first bite got stuck in his throat. On the TV, he saw that the building he worked in had collapsed along with the building next to it. It was September 11, 2001…