He woke up from a dream..good or bad he didnt know..it was a strange dream for it had roots in reality yet it was so alien to him..
He looked at wall clock while still laying in bed and saw it were 30 past 8..he turned to the other side to see the sun shinning bright..
He got up and sat on his bed..the memory of his dream still in his head..what did it mean, he wondered to himself..was it just a dream or a vision from future..he shook his head and got up from the bed..
He had plans today..he needed to go to university and study and get a hair cut and get water from his uncle’s house and exercise..
Exercise, he had been feeling his body aching at weird places and his back..he needed to get back in shape..sitting in front of computer and playing games and studying in his chair had taken a toll on his body..
He made himself breakfast..
Tomorrow was Eid, a happy festive day..he couldn’t wait to wear his new dress that his dad bought him..he was glad..he packed his back pack and left for the bus..
The sun was shinning hot..hotter then any other day..he went to the bus stop and sat and waited..he looked up at the sun through his sun glasses..it was bright and brilliant..the sky was bluish white with some cloud here and there..
He heard a weird sound that startled him..it was a strange hump sound..loud and deep..he got up looking around for the source but found none..he sat back again..
He pulled out his pipe from his pocket and filled it with tobacco..he began to smoke..and it was good..and relaxing..
The sound came again and he again looked around trying to find the source..he glanced again at the sun and then he saw it..
A small black dot..black or some other dark color..he kept staring at it as the object began to grow..becoming larger and larger by the second..perhaps some new italian space craft or international space station passing by Earth or or..he ran out of rational explanations in his mind as the strange sound once again originated from it..
He got up at once..he had seen it before..it was familiar to him but it shouldn’t have been..the object was the size of a whole football field hovering in sky..covering the sun slowly..the darkness spreading around him..
People started coming out of their homes looking up..fear in their eyes..screams and yells and curses..
Then a voice spoke in a language he knew not..He got scared and excited..
They were here!
It was a cool spring night, he was walking back home from his uncles house..He had a great time there, he ate dinner, met relatives, played with his cousins, chatted, had discussions, showed off his knowledge..It was a great evening..Everything was great..everything was perfect..he was happy..very happy..when he said his good bye to them and started walking towards his home..he gazed towards the sky and saw the moon and admired her beauty..her scared, yet beautiful white face, he kept looking at her and smiled..he was on a high..but not from any drug..he was high from the good feelings..from the good time..from the beauty of the moon..life was great..he took out his phone and sent a beautiful message to his friend..she was so happy to get that message..that made him cry with joy..bringing others joy made him most happy..he also sent another message, an audio message to his long distance love, girl of his life..but she didn’t reply him..he did not mind..he gazed back at the moon and danced a bit..he was singing now..singing about the moon..then a sudden sound of horn, a flash of light and he opened his eyes..
This is not the first time he had that dream..What was so special about that night, he kept thinking..He got up and lit a candle, drank from what water was left in the bottle besides his sleeping place..The blue light from the morning sun was starting to appear in the sky as he looked out of his window..He put on his vest, put bullets in his guns, put small daggers in his boots and picked up the sword..He could not stay here much longer..He had to find a new place..He put on a sun-block and sun-glasses before going out..
He was very cautious, he didn’t want to draw any attention to himself..He needed to go north, where he hid his food..The street was empty, the blue light of the sun was too bright and the heat unbearable..He passed by the old football ground..he finally reached the fountain park..He started digging..He kept looking around making sure that he was not being followed or watched..He hoped that nobody had stole those pills..Finally he found them where he had hid them..He took two boxes and left the rest of them there for another time..He turn around, glancing at his uncles old house..thinking about his dream..He smiled and turned and walked away, looking for a new place to hide………….