The shuffle flied for 10,000 years before it reached the room. Amgad entered the
room. It was dark and quit. It was space inside a bigger space. Amgad couldn’t
get back to his shuffle. He cried and cried, but no one could hear him. Only he
could hear his own voice, or maybe he just imagining he is hearing it. The tears
prevented him from opening his eyes. His strong longing to go back to the
shuffle made him detested it. “Why did you leave me?” Amgad cried.
Amgad cried all the night. There was no day or night. The
room was still dark, and Black.
One day Amgad woke up to see a
door opened, light came in. he got terrified at first, then he liked it. Light
could let him see a lot of things. Then he slept, dreaming of light and thinking
of it. He woke up the next day to hear a voice, it is scary, but his ears liked
it. He could hear people talk. He could hear different sounds he cannot
recognize. Then he slept and woke up the next day. He felt something soft, then
he felt it flying, then he started to touch it. He liked it. Then he slept and
woke up the next day. That day was so important all his visitors came together,
and another two came with them, one felt tasty, and the other he didn’t like its
smell, but he liked to smell it.
Days after days, Amgad could
make use of his visitors. He used to sit with them all the day till he went to
sleep. They taught hem how to think, how to feel, and how to express his
thoughts they taught him to others who are like him. But he was not happy all
the time. Sometimes he used to feel that there are another visitors missing,
some ones who have not shown up yet. Sometimes, he felt that he is still
sleeping since the day he left his shuffle.
One day he had a dream that there was another shuffle with
someone else inside and landed somewhere near him. He woke up and felt like he
wanted to see, hear, speak to, touch, smell, and taste that one.
After few years, it was a very important day in Amgad’s
life. He woke up to find himself lonely again. All his visitors were gone. He
was kept alone.
A far noise came into his ears, but he could not hear it,
“I am sorry madam, but the fever affected his brain and all his senses, he is
like a dead body, but he is alive, to him you are the dead, everything is dead.”
Amgad cried, everyone in the room looked at him, “He feels
his misery”. But Amgad was crying because he remembered his shuffle.
