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  إبراهيم عباس

  Ibraheem Abbas

  @ibraheem_abbas

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  Copyright © Yatakhayaloon Co Ltd., 2019

  King Fahd National Library Cataloging-in-Publication Data

  Abbas ، Ibraheem

  Binyameen. / Abbas ، Ibraheem .- Jeddah , 2019

  292p ;

  1- StoriesI-Title

  813 dc 1440/10649

  L.D. no. 1440/10649

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  Ibraheem Abbas is the creative director of Focus Worldwide Partners, he is the Co-Founder of VisulaizeIT, a novelist and a screen writer, he Co-Founded Yatakhayaloon along with Yasser Bahjatt with the objective of spreading and stimulating the science fiction culture across the Arabian world and to enrich its content and outputs while elevating it in a way that makes it globally competitive.

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  (1)

  Good by Eyad…

  Good by Husam!

  T he Stealth Bomber stormed over the red sea escorted by two F-35 Lightning that was only sold to one small 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 deal explicitly stating 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 I literally mean miserable, Husam was drowning in his blood breathing heavily and carefully fearing to exhaust the oxygen he had in that tight capsule. While Eyad was unconscious, as his body had an untold number of broken bones and burned skin… he was dying!

  “Mr. Husam… 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 while that voice went on in an annoying calmness:

  “This is the last stage of our tests, the capsules will launch in thirty seconds toward the depths of the sea, you have enough oxygen for a hundred and twenty seconds, two hundred and forty seconds later your brain cells will start to die. 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 is 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:

  “Binyameen!! Stop!!”

  Binyameen went on in the same robotic calmness… and in his language this time:

  “I really hope that you make it through this level, and if you don’t be assured that it was a real honor working with you two, and that your death will not be in vain... Good bye”

  Husam shouted one last desperate shout:

  “Binyameeeeeeeeen!”

  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 in one of his ears ending with a small microphone, in addition to his dark glasses that he almost never takes off while it makes a low buzzing sound whenever he turned his head, he rolled up his black shirt’s sleeves while leaving the top buttons open revealing a unique black chess knight hanging upside down over his chest. 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. The pilot turned towards him, 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 hint 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 Binyameen Elaina was very nervous when she said, “Awaiting your orders, Mr. Binyameen...”

  “The mission is over… we will launch the capsules!”

  Her tears froze… as if she was begging him to change his mind; but Binyameen ended all discussion when he said in a commanding more assertive voice:

  “Launch them now!”

  “Right away… Mr. Binyameen.”

  Elaina turned to the central control board, and issued the launch command, the bottom hanger of the plain opened revealing the two capsules in preparation for launch, and the jet engines fixed on the capsules ignited for a moment before it jetted toward the depths of the red sea, carrying with it Husam and Eyad. Only at that moment did Binyameen look away from the screens and raised his dark glasses to wipe off a lonely cold tear before it would flee his eye.

  This was but one of a chain of tragic events that occurred during the past few days, I had lived though it moment by moment although I was not part of any of it, but I watched them from here... and my heart was with them there! It is not important for you to know who I am, what I care about now is to take you to the beginning when Eyad and Husam met for the first time five years ago... It was not a coincidence that they me, it was very well calculated fait! Each of them had went through an abnormal experience that changed their lives; Husam miraculously survived a fatal accident perplexing scientists and doctors bringing his life upside down, the barriers between his conscious and subconscious were dissolved completely allowing him full control over them both; even his body cells responded to that change and submitted to his subconscious multiplying its bio activity and its growth and rejuvenating rates exceeded all know human scales. The limited moments where his heart and breath had stopped cutting off oxygen to his brain took him to another world... to Somewhere, where he met... met her... Malak! The nymph that was watching over him all his life as she waited impatiently, she prepared a world just to for him, a world between his and hers, she gathered all his dreams and fantasies, only to tempt his soul to stay and not leave her returning to his mortal body.

  Husam learned art and creativity from Leonardo Davinci, music from Ludwig Beethoven, martial arts from Bruce Lee, and battled as movie super hero, ending with a real space war while piloting a giant mech facing off armies from other planets... his fantastic dreams turned into disasters nightmares during the moments his soul parted from his body that felt like days spent between hell and heaven in the company of his luscious Malak.. Someone was insistent on making him return to his world, to kill him Somewhere to force his soul to return to his body, that someone was his father who had died a few years back from cancer and his mother who had died in that same accident that he was in, they needed him to go back even though he was most probably going to be permanently paralyzed or even end up in a coma, but their hope in God’s mercy was greater; and their hearts were bleeding for him and worried for his sister Maram who had no one else left but him. At the end, the succeeded, despite the perfect world that Malak made for Husam, he decided at the end to sacrifice everything and to die Somewhere, to return to his world, to fulfill his parents’ wishes and protect his sister from the clutches of life. But his heart was still suspended Somewhere... with Malak... He now yarns for death only to return to her embrace.

  As for
Eyad’s experience, it was no less strange than Husam’s although it was totally different; Eyad had never imagined that his crush on his class mate Sawsan would morph into a bloody battle to save her life from sorcerers and warlocks, and from cancer that was consuming her brain. A battle that was about to claim his life more than once, not only that, but his sacrifice was joined by Hawjan’s... the young Jinni who was not yet a hundred years of age. The Jinni who found out that his father Meehal Alfayhee was the boss of the mightiest Jinn who lived south of the red sea and controlled the neighboring Jinn kingdoms, but had turned down his possession when his heart fell for the daughter of Elyaseen the descendant of Alnafar, choosing after that to leave with his wife and his only son Hawjan away from the realms of Marids to live near a human city in the center of the red sea.. Jeddah. Hawjan interacted for the first time with humans when Sawsan’s family move into the same house where he lived with his mother and grandfather, he fell for her, but the sorcerers and the Jinn Marids entrapped Sawsan’s father and took advantage of her brain cancer to give her father the illusion that it was their doing and that her only hope of survival was for him to sacrifice his money and to give offerings to the king of Jinn.

  Hawjan and Eyad battled their way, and by their side was Jumara Hawjan’s cousin and wife, and the only other Fayhee that had inherited the power to move between the human and Jinn dimensions, that was the power that king Hayaf was bargaining Hawjan to leave his son in exchange for leaving Sawsan’s family alone, but in the end Hawjan was able to save his son Elyaseen, and slay the tyrannical king Hayaf and reclaim the throne for the Fayhee clan, after that de decided to disappear from Sawsan’s life and with the help of Eyad he convinced her that he was nothing but a figment of her imagination created by her subconscious as a result of her brain tumor. Hawjan along with his wife, son and mother moved away to Alhandabah city at the north end of the red sea, and his connection with the humans was severed save for his contact with Eyad.

  Eyad heard of Husam’s condition as it echoed in medical circles as a miracle that challenged all medical norms, when reports stated that his damaged brain and body will leave him but two choices: a complete paralysis or death… the found him morphing into a new person… supernatural! His sudden body mutation after the accident tempted doctors and researchers to study his case, including Eyad who benefited from his father’s connections to transfer to King Fahad Hospital and join the team that was supervising his condition, and in the process became Husam’s close friend who refused to turn into a guinea-pig and checked out of the hospital before completing his treatment to start a new life where he achieved all he had ever dreamt of, and the only wish he had remaining was to die… so he could return to Malak.

  Destiny that brought Husam and Eyad together was preparing a surprise much larger than all the adventures that they have been through… its chapters started at dawn on a winter day of the year two thousand and nineteen while Husam was gazing out at the sea as was his custom to watch it as first light reflected across it, he sat in is sports car that barely fit two, he titled his seat backwards and covered his face with the Ittihad club cap that his sister Maram had gifted him, he was keen to always keep it on to hid the accident scars on his forehead and over his right eye, he was watching the water as he listened to a song by Fayrooz flowing out of his iPhone that was wirelessly connected to his car’s sound system mixed in with the rhythm of waves and morning breezes. Fayrooz’s sound slowly dimmed as Siri’s voice whispered:

  “Good morning Husam… Sorry for interrupting”

  “A call from Eyad right? Answer him”

  Fazyrooz’s voice vanished as it was replaced by Eyad’s excited voice dispelled the moment’s calmness:

  “For once I wish I call you and find you asleep! Sleep Bro sleep… You can’t keep doing this to yourself!”

  Husam smiled as he replied with a yawn without raising his eyes to the screen that showed Eyad sitting in an office that does not belong to this age with its white leathery furniture with strikes of chrome and a glass background overlooking a string of clouds over the waves of the red sea from the 190th floor of the mile tower, the tallest building on the face of the planet:

  “I was about to have a snooze before you popped onto my screen!”

  “Take a half an hour snooze and then stay awake for a couple of days as usual! Whatever… the gallery date is set, start packing out flight to Paris is next week, I am sending the reservation details for you and Maram now!”

  Husam sat up as he said:

  “This means we have no time for sleep! I got to prepare for the gallery!”

  “Prepare for what? All of your paintings are shipped!”

  “Not the most important one…”

  “I can’t understand, how can you paint a masterpiece in three hours while you have been working on this painting for five years!”

  “I am almost done, will ship it tomorrow”, said Husam as he finished up the call and drove back home… To his villa where he lived with his sister Maram at the far northern end of Jeddah. He opened the door softly so that he would not awaken Maram in this early hour, and headed directly to his den, a round room on the roof top of the villa, all the walls were glass, it was where he setup his new world; his bed on the side turned into a book cabinet since he never really slept in it, but the bed was not the only thing occupied by his books as they scattered all over the room, no two books were related in topic or language.

  An assortment of exercising equipment were spread across the room along with a min medical unit next to the bed that measured blood pressure and heart rate, and on the other side a big white piano ate up a decent space of the room along with the other musical instruments, and at the center was a leather lazy boy where he spent most of his time including the short snoozes he took.

  A curved interactive screen more than a hundred inches across sat in front of the chair. And a small fridge on the right side of the chair that was always filled with his favorite drinks and chocolates. His den was a mortal version of his suit that Malak had created for him Somewhere.

  Husam headed directly towards the oil painting on one side of the room, it was a meter wide and a meter and a half high, it was leaning on the glass wall and covered with a plastic sheet to protect its wet paint from attracting any dust. He removed the sheet from the painting so her smile glowed… a smile that did not belong to this world! it was Malak’s smile…

  The same painting that he had painted for her when he was with her Somewhere, her smile as she rested her head on his chest as she gazed into his eyes, and her only tear almost drowning him and anyone who glances at the painting. A tear that summed the oceans of love, grief, longing, parting and hope.

  Husam ignored the painting brush as was his custom and dived into the colors with his bare fingers as he added more details… but only to her eyes, a hole year he spent only on her eyes, this painting did not adhere to the standards of art, it was more like an infinitely accurate photograph.

  Husam noticed Maram entering the room even though she tried not to make any sound that would break his concentration, he said without turning to face her:

  “You did not have to make me pancakes!”

  “How did you hear me come in? and how did you smell the pancake all the way from where you are?!”

  “Have you not yet got used to your brother’s enhanced copy?”

  “May Allah bless you and protect you my superman”

  Maram was carrying a plate where disks of hot pancake were stacked as golden maple syrup flowed and on her other hand a huge glass of cold milk, we was struggling to hold on to both of them and not slip from her hands because of their weight, she placed them on a small table next to Husam and dove a fork into the layers of pancake making way for its aroma, she pushed the fork towards Husam’s mouth as she said:

  “Open up champ…”

  Husam moved to take the fork into his hand that was covered with paint but Maram pulled it away from him in protest:

 
“Not acceptable! I am going to feed you! You just focus on your work!”

  “Maram you are treating me as if I was a five-year-old!”

  “You truly reborn five years ago… Whats wrong with me spoiling you? Before you find someone who would take you away from me and spoil you”

  “Again with this? I told you I will never think of getting married!”

  “But why?! Don’t you want me to enjoy your kids and become an aunt?”

  “Maram you know my medical state is not normal, how do you want me to get into a relationship and kids when I do not know what could happen to me?”

  Husam gave into Maram’s rapid feeds as she replied to him strictly as if she was his mother, not his younger sister:

  “If God had saved you from your accident and the coma, surly his grace he would cure you from some fever and blood pressure! But I know that you are thinking of her”, she said as she gestured with her eyes to the painting… and continued:

  “Every time I enter the room I see you talking to the painting as if she can hear you!”

  Husam fidgeted as he tried to defuse the subject:

  “I can never think of anything before I rest assured that you are going to be ok and see you as a bride!”

  “And I can never think of such things now! Husam you came back from your paradise for me… is it too much to ask that I spoil you a bit?!”

  Maram as usual won the argument, and Husam surrendered to her feeding as he continued his final touches on Malak’s eyes.

  It was past 10 at night when Eyad arrived home back from his office. Managing his father’s business in addition to working in his own clinic and patients eats up his entire day, from the first hours of the day sometimes up to midnight. His daughter Jumanah was resisting her urge to sleep to enjoy her father’s hug jumped up and down the moment she heard the door opening, he dropped his bag and received her arms wide open as she ran towards him screaming fondly: