Soul Kiss

So Lucid

Okay, so here is Chp 7. In this chapter, we have our first gaze into the mind of Mansur. Now, mind you, since his native lanugage is Afghani, he would be fluent right? Now since you wouldn't understand Afghani, we have him thing in fluent English instead, but he speaks at an intermediate level. Just keep that in mind.

Now, on to the show!

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Chapter 7 – So Lucid

Mansur’s POV

My first day in an American high school was very strange.  It was much different than my original school in my village. The school there was very tiny, everyone knew each other and it wasn’t coed. The girls had their hall and the boys had their hall. However, it wasn’t in a way that the students didn’t prefer. Both groups of students excelled well without the distractions that could occur from teenage feelings.

Though, somehow, with my back ground, I grew distracted anyway. I had always been strong and I knew what I wanted. I knew what my life’s path was. However then, I received this great opportunity after years of struggle. Through refugee status, living in tents with my parents and younger sisters, losing brothers along the way, we had somehow managed to survive, and some great force found a way to reward me with an opportunity to help my family.

I was determined to completely forget everything and I successfully had done that, until tonight.

In this country, the people sleep so very late and get up so very late, I am surprised. My home stay family, they weren’t morning people, that was clear. Not that they weren’t kind and caring when I they were able to get out of bed. I still can’t seem to keep myself in bed past sun rise. It’s already been more than a year, this feeling still hasn’t passed.  I blinked awake and sat up in my bed reflecting on the dream I had just had. It was so real; it was like I was back there again.

I stood up to look out the window at the neighborhood, seeing but unseeing. It has been so real; I could smell the sweat and taste the dusty air again. I could feel the terror reverberating off of the other boys around me. The emotions were strong with in all of us. We were together, but it seemed we were so far apart from each other.

We all felt victims we were completely helpless. Most of us cried for our families. We had seen generations of families being torn apart and those who were unneeded killed. Numbers of boys were kidnapped in the night from their houses or in the streets by day, and mother’s arms had not been strong enough to keep them close.

I was one of the unlucky ones standing amongst those who had endured misfortune. However, I was silent. I didn’t cry. I would find my way out of this. I would return to my family somehow. My parents needed me, my sisters needed me. I may just be their only son left. I had to go back to them.

I kept my cool even at this young age. My father had taught me well. I waited to see what would happen. Eventually a man had come out of a small hut. He was tall and wide and of course loud. He must have been the one in charge. I set my sights on him. He yelled loudly and everyone’s mouths shut. There was silence as everyone scrambled falling into line beside me. I was so focused on the man I didn’t notice those beside me for a moment.

The leader walked along our line slowly followed by two other menacing men carrying guns. Somehow I didn’t feel threatened, but determined.  My body betrayed my mind and shook anyway. Just then I noticed something odd out of the corner of my eye. The boy beside me was looking me directly in the side of my head with a fearful expression. I turned to return the stare and instead of another boy I found a girl’s face!

Wait…Mandi?

When I took one more blink I saw that her face was gone, and a boy stood beside me staring forward, shaking in his sandals.  I was so confused. Did I really see what I just saw? No that was impossible. They wouldn’t bring a girl here; I tried to rationalize with myself. Then I thought, and Mandi wouldn’t be here if that were the case as well. I only met her at school yesterday. Wait…was this a dream?