Prologue: First Breathe & Heartbeat
"Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar!”
A chanting buzzing loudly in his ears.
"Ray..."
"Ray..."
"Ray..."
Why does something feels missing?
Thump…thump…thump…
Something pulsed in the dark before him.
‘What is happening?’ there was a strange vibration on his left-side. The whispere that called his name was still reverberating in his ears… Also, the chanted prayer is still infiltrating his hearing — as if calling him into existence.
‘What is this?... I can feel it?’...’ his eyes still felt heavy and tightly closed. As if it was not yet ready to see what’s in front of it — if it opens now.
‘I could feel?’ his sensory try to touch his left-side. His right-hand moved slowly to grasp his left chest.
‘Since when did I feel?’
His sight was still dark. But the beating rhymes that were still being touched by his hand… Why does it make him feel at peace for the first time?
Even though he doesn’t know… what that feeling means. Slowly, he raised both his hands into his field of vision – to make sure it was real.
His lids are starting to open. A faint yellow light began to appear in his sight.
"Ugh!"
Spontaneously, he closed his eyes. Rubbing them and blinked it — to adjust his sight. His mind wants to search for the light's source. He squinted his gaze to followed the trail of the radiance. He sees the two hanging curtains that were not tightly closed on his right. But there was a little glow peeking through the gaps that lights this room.
‘It turns out from there.’ he mumbled in his mind. However, his eyes were fully open now. His vision becoming clear.
His eye sockets moved towards the wall in front of the bed. There was a round glass coated object hanging on the wall — with a row of numbers. There are 3 clock hands — starting from the shortest into the longest one. The shortest line is pointing towards the number 3.
He tries to draw an air into his nose. His neck and shoulders expanded and lifted upwards — his chest felt full. The air is being released again through his mouth. And then, his chest flatten steadily.
Right now, his head doesn’t felt heavy anymore.
“Yan!”
Without any command, his neck bent quickly toward the sound. A voice?
The voice soaking a familiar feeling that infiltrating his ears, and then penetrating his mind.
A woman with her hair that was almost turning gray walked into the door of this room. Her steps was halted as she was at the entrance. Widing her eyes looking at him.
