SAW-THE SIGHT SERIES

CHAPTER 1

_KHALIL_

I sharply got up from the bed changing from a laying position to a sitting position with my chest heaving up and down tremendously.

I begin to mumble prayers under my breath as I reached out for the water bottle by my bedside drawer drinking gulps from it and pouring some on my short hair to calm my mind down.

These dreams are becoming more and more regular that I'm starting to hate myself. It all started when I was very young, around seven to be precise. That time I dreamt of an unseen man telling me about my sister in law and how she's the light of my brother's life.

After that I continued having weird dreams which I always tell my parents about. And anytime I tell someone about it-it suddenly becomes true.

Like the time that I dreamt of my uncle being dead and when I told my parents about it-the next day we all woke up to the news of him dying. I could never shake myself of the guilt till now.

My parent later took me to a religious scholar when I was in my early teens age. The man's advice was for me to stop telling people my dream, and that if I did. Then it happens.

The dream I just had now was quite confusing, I could recognize myself in the dream hugging a blurry face I could not really see. It was a girl though and she had a birthmark on her chin. I could feel everything like it was real but it was not, it was just a dream.

This has to be among the most confusing dreams I've ever had, I know I am not in any relationship with any girl then who is this girl here and what is this suppose to mean?

I hissed when I couldn't pinpoint what this dream is about. I later gout up from bed completely checking my wall clock to see that it's just after four.

Great

I walked into my oversized bathroom where I stood by the basin to perform ablution. My reflection showing on the medium sized mirror on the wall adjacent to the basin.

My mother used to say that I'm as handsome as my deceased grandfather when he was young. I've seen his picture once and I couldn't say less.

Looking at myself in the mirror-I couldn't help but agree even though the military field has humbled my features a lot. My relatively light skin is now a light brown due to how I was always  under the sun in the military camp.

The childhood scar on my right cheek is still there though barely visible, my eyes happen to be a regular dark one that my mother often praises for how deeply black my eyes are. All in all I have say Alhamdulilah.

I washed my face and performed an ablution then walked out to pray nafilas before it was time for subhi itself.

I returned from the military camp a week ago, after years of striving to be a soldier I finally made it some years ago and now actively take part in wars.

My mother was against my decision to join the army but when she realized I was not going back she went on to support me, they all did.

My father, Mahir supported me.

My elder brother, kamil supported me.

My whole family were in support.

And so I did it and also got successful in it.

It took me years of effort to become a general in the army with four stars. We hardly come home for breaks and when I'm back I try my best to make use of the break wisely.

I quickly walked out of my room to go for my morning jog around my parents house after praying subhi, then went to the gym for a quick session. They gym is somewhere I always go to in this house even as a child. This can be seen in my muscular physique that kind of helped me in times of need.

I returned from the gym after a five hours session and by that time it was already ten o'clock in the morning. I met my mother in the living room when I was coming inside and she was venerating the house with the new air freshener she had bought.

I sneezed and muttered an Alhamdulilah.
"Mama, wayyo Allah. It's okay like this." I said sneezing even more. The fragrance is just too much for my sensitive nose to handle.

My mother turned to face me, worry plastered on her face as she exclaimed "Didn't I tell you to stop gyming for the meantime ! Your injury is still yet to heal!" That's when I even remembered that I've got an injury on my arm, it's not a deep one and I wonder why Mama is exaggerating it's seriousness.

"Morning." I greeted her by the way to which she continued to scold me about the injury and only stopped when I had assured her that it's a light injury.

"Any new dreams ?" She asked giving the air freshener to the house maid that just passed by us. It's always her and my father that I used to tell about my pleasant dreams-the ones I don't even mind happening.

But this recent one, I really don't think it's pleasant enough to be told, so I replied "Not.At.All."

But I guess my mother always knows it when I'm lying or when I'm actually saying the truth. "Stop lying to me." She deadpanned catching me off guard.

I sighed

"I dreamt about a girl. I was..." I said pausing midway scared that this might become true because I'm not in for any relationship at the moment.

"General Khalil!" My mother called out my name with my title as she asked "You were what?"

"Hugging her. Mama I don't know I just saw this girl." I said ending the topic there and there. But I should have known my mother wouldn't let this end now as she continued to shoot questions at me.

"Is she beautiful ? How does she look like ? Was she nice ?" Mama asked while I sighed as I responded "I didn't see her face. Just this...birthmark or something."

"You didn't see whose face?" My fathers voice asked as I just noticed him appearing from the stairs all dressed in his clean attire.

"Morning Abba." I greeted quickly changing the conversation "It's today that's Ya Kamil's anniversary right ?" I asked.

"Yes. The anniversary party is around one and we are all going." Abba replied ushering me to go get ready as he walks towards the dining room hand in hand with my mother.

I smiled at that.

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IT MIGHT SOUND BORING NOW BUT IT GETS BETTER!

   

:Seena