You will not find the sun in a closed room

He died! How did he die? Ghassan leaned forward, and with his fingers on his right hand, he pointed a gun and aimed its barrel at Ayman's head: "With one bullet between his eyes." Ayman did not flinch. His eyes were confident, eager: "And who killed him?" Boom... Once again, he did not flinch, his eyes even kept their steadiness. Ghassan leaned back in his seat, raising the gun with its barrel upward. He blew on it like cowboy heroes in movies, then returned his hand to its original position, open and empty. He took a deep breath and threw his head back. His eyes fixed on the neon light bulb attached to the ceiling: "I don't know." Ayman followed his friend and also threw his head back, staring at the broken neon bulb. He knew that Ghassan was lying to him, that Ghassan knew exactly who killed his father. But Ayman allowed his friend this lie, allowed his only friend to delay his confession of what everyone already knew.