Rashid Hilal
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- Joined
- Sep 2, 2015
- Member Type
- Student or Learner
- Native Language
- Arabic
- Home Country
- Oman
- Current Location
- Oman
It was the night before the 31st of December. What an amazing moment you say? I’ll leave things here for now.
I was on my bed, trying to sleep, as usual. Those thoughts always came to my mind, thoughts that were merely an outcome of a deep memory. I wasn’t supposed to start this flow. I couldn’t stop them from coming.
It wasn’t more than a usual night, I believed. I had special plans for tomorrow, and a gift that I have prepared for my mom. I was sure she’ll love it.
Suddenly, with my bare ears, I hear those sounds. Sounds coming from a room, a room that we have abandoned for a long time. “Who’s in there?”, I asked myself. “Who could it be?”.
I unwillingly hopped off my bed, heading towards that room, reaching out to that knob. “I know that this is a bad idea.. Shall I turn it?”, I said to myself. Well, if there was anything interesting I could do that boring night, it’s gotta be adventuring.
I regret opening that door…
“Oh my…”, I screamed. “Mom! Are you alright? What happened? Why are you coughing this hard? Please tell me..!”. I couldn’t help but scream & cry, louder than I thought I could.
Siren sounds all over the place, people waving their hands. “What happened?”, I could hardly say with my soaring throat. All I remember was a note, a note in her hand. “What was written on it?” I tried remembering as I said this to myself. It’s blur, it’s a void to that goes into the past. It took me to the days when she a happy mom, the days where she used to be my rapture, my savior. I couldn’t help, but cry again.
Is that note something I have to care about? Is it something my mom wanted me to know? Shall I be solicitous about this. I can’t tell. Not until I’m out of this bed.
As the next day’s morning sun shone…
I stared continuously into her eyes. It’s been hours, even more. There was something beyond those eyes. I could see a dark void through her eyes. It might’ve been something she never wanted me to know. “It’s just a picture, you certainly can’t care less about it” I repeatedly said this to myself.
A sound whispered into my ears: “Forgive me, Rashid. Forgive me”. “What was that! Who are you?”, I screamed in my head.
For hours and until now, everything was just an inner fight between me and that familiar sound. I couldn’t make it stop. It kept talking to me. “Am I hallucinating? Yes you are. All of this is fake. This isn’t real. It certainly isn’t Rashid. This is nothing but some sort of mental problem. A few pills will probably solve it”.
“Ahhhh….!”, screamed my sister from that same room…
[to be continued…]
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Please criticize as needed and if you have extra time in your hands, some advice will be incredibly useful.
Thanks!
I was on my bed, trying to sleep, as usual. Those thoughts always came to my mind, thoughts that were merely an outcome of a deep memory. I wasn’t supposed to start this flow. I couldn’t stop them from coming.
It wasn’t more than a usual night, I believed. I had special plans for tomorrow, and a gift that I have prepared for my mom. I was sure she’ll love it.
Suddenly, with my bare ears, I hear those sounds. Sounds coming from a room, a room that we have abandoned for a long time. “Who’s in there?”, I asked myself. “Who could it be?”.
I unwillingly hopped off my bed, heading towards that room, reaching out to that knob. “I know that this is a bad idea.. Shall I turn it?”, I said to myself. Well, if there was anything interesting I could do that boring night, it’s gotta be adventuring.
I regret opening that door…
“Oh my…”, I screamed. “Mom! Are you alright? What happened? Why are you coughing this hard? Please tell me..!”. I couldn’t help but scream & cry, louder than I thought I could.
Siren sounds all over the place, people waving their hands. “What happened?”, I could hardly say with my soaring throat. All I remember was a note, a note in her hand. “What was written on it?” I tried remembering as I said this to myself. It’s blur, it’s a void to that goes into the past. It took me to the days when she a happy mom, the days where she used to be my rapture, my savior. I couldn’t help, but cry again.
Is that note something I have to care about? Is it something my mom wanted me to know? Shall I be solicitous about this. I can’t tell. Not until I’m out of this bed.
As the next day’s morning sun shone…
I stared continuously into her eyes. It’s been hours, even more. There was something beyond those eyes. I could see a dark void through her eyes. It might’ve been something she never wanted me to know. “It’s just a picture, you certainly can’t care less about it” I repeatedly said this to myself.
A sound whispered into my ears: “Forgive me, Rashid. Forgive me”. “What was that! Who are you?”, I screamed in my head.
For hours and until now, everything was just an inner fight between me and that familiar sound. I couldn’t make it stop. It kept talking to me. “Am I hallucinating? Yes you are. All of this is fake. This isn’t real. It certainly isn’t Rashid. This is nothing but some sort of mental problem. A few pills will probably solve it”.
“Ahhhh….!”, screamed my sister from that same room…
[to be continued…]
__________________________
Please criticize as needed and if you have extra time in your hands, some advice will be incredibly useful.
Thanks!
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