Ali and Mobin had been best friends since childhood. They had grown up together, gone to the same school, and even got married around the same time. They were inseparable, and their friendship had stood the test of time. One day, the two friends heard about a man named Godot who was supposed to come and save them from their troubles. They eagerly awaited Godot's arrival, convinced that he would bring them the peace and happiness they so desperately craved. They waited and waited, day after day, week after week, and year after year. Despite their endless waiting, Godot never showed up, and their patience began to wear thin. Years of waiting began to take a toll on Mobin, and he slowly started to lose his mind. He became increasingly irrational and delusional, convinced that Ali was somehow keeping Godot from coming. His obsession with the elusive savior eventually drove him to the brink of insanity. On a hot summer day, after years of waiting, Mobin finally snapped. He turned on Ali, his oldest friend, with a murderous rage. In a fit of madness, he brutally murdered Ali, leaving him to die alone on the ground. Hours later, when Mobin finally came to his senses and realized what he had done, it was too late. The damage had been done, and he would spend the rest of his life grappling with the guilt and remorse that came with taking the life of his best friend. In the end, both Ali and Mobin had waited in vain for their savior. Their loyalty and patience had been for nothing, and their friendship had been destroyed by the very thing they had hoped would bring them salvation.

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