Scene:
An ashy coloured room, that had scraped paint, a metallic bed underneath the tiny window that couldn’t light the dimly lit room. A small brown table is at the other edge of the room where a brown leather book lies, a candle, and a single picture of a man that has olive eyes, dark brown hair who is slightly smiling at his mini-spitting image of his 4-year-old son. The room’s light was flickering, on and off in a rhythmic motion, giving the room a distant and cold feeling. Waheed was confined there for god knows how long, staring blankly at the picture, completely forgetting the bars marking his isolated cell. A guard interrupted Waheed’s thinking by sliding a stainless steel plate declaring that it’s lunch time.
Waheed The food is cold!
Guard Starve then, be my guest!
Waheed murmured as he kept galloping the food.
Guard WAHEED YOU HAVE A VISIT!
Waheed lifted his head to check who; a tall, old man with grey hair was now entering Waheed’s prison. His olive eyes struck Waheed’s.
Waheed I thought you’d never come (in a quiet almost inaudible voice)
Dad I missed you
Waheed puts the now empty bowl on the table, takes the book and sits on the bed, as the father sits on the chair after rotating it to face Waheed.
Dad I couldn’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done for me, Waheed.
Waheed cut a paper from the book, and is now folding it, avoiding to make any eye contact with his father.
Dad I would never forgive myself, I am the one to blame, habiby.
Dad Waheed, look at me, I’m the guilty one here.
Waheed now threw the paper plane he made and watched it fly, then hit the ground.
Waheed Baba, do you remember when we first rode a plane?
Dad Of Course habiby, but now let’s focus on how I’ll get you out of here.
Waheed I was about 7-years-old, fully obsessed with planes, and you decided to take me on board in your helicopter, we took off at around sunset, and then..
His father quickly interrupted him
Dad Waheed, I’m really sorry…
Waheed You set it on autopilot to show me around, and…
Dad I SAID THAT I’M SORRY, NOW HOW TO GET YOU OUT OF HERE?
Guard KEEP IT DOWN!
Waheed now picked the paperplane from the ground, and placed it right into the flames of the candle.
Waheed And then, POOF! The engine was on fire, I was the ONLY one who survived, so who are you?
Dad I’m baba dear Waheed, I’m here to rescue you.
Waheed LIES! (Waheed yelled as he threw the bowl)
Waheed took the bowl and kept hitting his head, blood dripping everywhere.
Waheed Oh father, save me from my misery.
Dad I’m waiting for you, habiby
Waheed took the fork and kept pushing it inside his neck, he crushed the ground.
Waheed Oh baba, wait up!
His eyes closed forever, as the guards broke in, whistling, and trying to save him. Waheed was engulfed in his own blood on the ground with no sight of his father.
Guard I think we lost him…
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