“What is this?” — he asked.
“This are the pants that used to be my size before the accident.” — I said.
“No No No… this is impossible! I am not leaving this place until I know everything… with all the details!” — he said.
Something made me put my complete trust in Dr. Eyad. I decided not to tell anyone else about my experience other than to Maram and Eyad, who had become my best friend. He helped me get rid of the Hospitals’ pressure along with the team of consultants who wanted to confiscate my freedom and make me a Guinea Pig to try and understand my case. All their greed of extracting the drug of youth from my blood had been severed after Eyad had enlisted the help of a team of lawyers to prevent them and any other organization from running any tests on my blood. Thus, the medical teams that had come from all over the world —motivated by greed— returned with nothing. All of my wounds had healed and so did my bones. Nothing from that accident remained other than a scar that devoured my eyebrow and a few metallic bars in my arm.
My body was flowing with a strange energy that mastered my control over my subconscious. The barriers between me and my dreams had collapsed. My athletic body was fat free although my apatite was multiple times that of what I was used to eat when I was chubby. I had grown eight centimeters taller and… I was still growing!
I mastered the arts of self-defense; I left my job and I partnered with Eyad to open a training center for all creative arts. This was an academy for preparing super heroes!
In the past, I had wasted my life only wishing. The ceiling for my hopes was to reduce a few kilograms from my weight or to increase my income by a few Reyals —without effort that is. At my best, I would only flip through some motivational books and get a bit motivated before I returned to my beloved couch and the bucket of Nachos with salsa.
Making ends meet was our greatest concern but now I was convinced that making a fortune was the easiest step.
In the past, we would damn poverty without rolling up our sleeves or taking any action. If any poor person really worked hard, his income would fly to him! The chances of a hard working person in need to achieve success are much higher than those who are distracted with a golden spoon in their mouths. You could ask history’s greatest.
Need is the mother of all invention and innovation. It too is the mother of all achievements and successes and riches but with one condition: to free yourself from the paralysis of laziness, fear and hesitation.
I did not care anymore for anything other than Maram’s safety and future. As for me, I no longer even feared death… on the contrary! Death had become a friend and we comforted each other. I longed for death to take me back to Somewhere!
I managed to build a humble fortune and with it, built a home for me and Maram in Ubhur north of Jeddah. In short, I have achieved all of the dreams that I had before I went to Somewhere… but now only one dream remained, to return to her… when I looked at the sky, I felt her looking at me and waiting for me… I smiled to her as I said…
Someday I will return to Somewhere…
Someday I will return to you Malak!
– The End –
From the pages of third part of
HWJN and Hunaak!:
Bin-yameen (בנימין)
The Stealth Bomber stormed over the red sea escorted by two F-35 Lightning that was only sold to one country in the Middle East through an exclusive deal with the United States of America in 2016 where America agreed not to sell that aircraft to any other Middle Eastern country for ten years, yet that small country did not adhere to the most important condition of that contract that explicitly stated that it was not allowed to make any modifications to the aircraft. The small fleet’s value was not limited to the cost of the aircrafts that surpassed three billion dollars; it carried what was much more important and valuable, it carried two passengers… Husam and Eyad! The Stealth Bomber that usually carried tons of explosives and atomic warheads sufficed this time with two metallic capsules fitted with jet engines on the bottom, and on the top it had a glass dome, it was stuffed with instruments and probes connected the Husam and Eyad’s bodies, the two were in miserable shape, and literally mean miserable, Husam was drowning in his blood breathing heavily while afraid to exhaust the oxygen he had suffocating him in that tight capsule. While Eyad was unconscious, as his body had an untold number of broken bones and burned skin… he was dying!
“Good morning Mr. Husam and Mr. Eyad”
That voice came through the speakers inside the capsules in an Arabic language that is clearly affected by another Mid Eastern language, Husam’s body shivered as he listened with interest as that voice went on in an annoying calmness:
“This is the last stage of our tests, the capsules will launch in thirty seconds towards the depths of the sea, you have enough oxygen for a hundred and twenty seconds, the chances of Husam’s survival are 32.4%, the chances of Eyad’s survival are 7.3% while the chances of both of you surviving in 2.4%”
At that moment Husam did not care about the limited oxygen in the capsule that they had imprisoned him in, shouted in that voice’s language:
“Bin-yameen!! Stop!!”
Bin-yameen went on in the same robotic calmness… and in his language this time:
“I really had hoped that we would find the book together, it was an honor working with both of you, know that your death will not be in vain… bye”
Husam shouted one last desperate shout:
“Bin-yameeeeeeeeen!”
Not a single cell in his body flinched as he sat with his thin body next to the Stealth Bomber’s pilot watching the screens that surrounded him, he did not bother to fasten his seat built, put on his helmet or oxygen mast, he only had the head set on, in addition to his dark glasses that he almost never takes off while it makes a low buzzing sound whenever he turned his head. The screens were showing Husam and Eyad’s vital signs, in addition to the feed from high resolution cameras in and out of the capsules. A twenty something girl appeared on one of the screens, her features show that her DNA was in a struggle between her Caucasian and African genes, her skin rebelled against her darkness, as she retained but a hit of it, her lips where thick, her eyes wide the same color as her raging maroon hair, she wore a full military uniform that did not match her femininity nor her age; and on the contrary to Bin-yameen Elaina was very nervous when she said:
“Awaiting your orders Mr. Bin-yameen...”
“The mission is over… we will launch the capsules!”
Her tears froze… she was begging Bin-yameen to change his mind; but Bin-yameen ended all discussion when he said in a commanding more assertive voice:
“Launch them now!”
“Right away… Mr. Bin-yameen”
Elaina turned to the central control board, and issued the launch command remotely, the rear door of the plain opened, and the jet engines fixed on the capsules ignited for a moment before it jetted towards the depths of the red sea specifically at Gulf of Aqaba, carrying with it Husam and Eyad. Only at that moment did Bin-yameen look away from the screens, and raised his dark glasses to wipe off a lonely tear before it would flee his eye, he did not imagine that anyone could intervene to save them, not from our world at least.
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