Somewhere! (Hunaak!) by Ibraheem Abbas, Yasser Bahjatt

bathroom appeared. This time, the wall responded by retracting and then shifting aside as the lights came on gradually. At the center of the room was something that would resemble a Jacuzzi but it was the size of a small round swimming pool. The tiling was not hard but more like a leather pillow; I sat on its edge and leaned my back on its soft walls. I noticed there was a small opening where the screen was supposed to be just when I thought I was starting to get the hang of the technology in this place! I passed my hand and two columns appeared.  A holographic screen appeared between them and  the selection images were those of a tropical paradise, an ancient sea, or the City of Manhattan at  midnight.
    The tropical paradise seemed exotic, it had an animated image of a tropical island beach. It had turquoise waters, palms, flowers and rain. I had never seen anything like it save for desktop wallpapers. This was definitely my choice for today. 
    All of a sudden, the walls and roof turned into a holographic projection of that island. The projection even generated wave and bird sounds. To top it all off, it even began to rain!
    The shower above me covered the entire area of the huge Jacuzzi, water fell all around me, professionally massaging every square millimeter of my skin, aromatic flower petals fell from the roof, the Jacuzzi ’s leathery flooring and walls started moving around me like a thousand fingers of the world’s best masseuses. I must admit: I can spend the rest of my life in a bathroom like this!
    Hours passed, I forgot that they were spent in a bathroom as I was convinced that I had been in one of the best resorts of the Maldives. That shower was more than enough to pump me up and refresh me. I forgot the pain I had in my legs and chest. In fact, all the wounds and bruises were totally gone. I felt fully energized after this amazing rainfall. I got out of the jacuzzi and I picked up one of the cotton robes with the H logo on them and I stood in front of the mirror that covered one of the walls. I observed my face for the first time since I had gotten here, that is me… but not me, there is no similarities what so ever to my original old look, my fully round dark face is no more. A much lighter tone with clear cheek bones, my hair —which I never let grow more than half a centimeter to hide its curls — is now long and wavy; it was almost touching my shoulders. My glasses and goatee were gone, but somehow, I still see myself behind this new face!
    It was a feeling that I could not explain, but I knew that my soul occupied this body. I was in front of what appeared to be some sort of sink. I searched for the screen to fiddle with —as usual — and it popped up a hologram image of a rotating perfume bottle. This grabbed my attention and when I touched it, a large collection of perfumes appeared, all of which I adored. I chose my favorite —Yves Saint Laurent— and the scent was pumped out of small nozzles that were spread all over the place, the Yves Saint Laurent cloud followed me as I moved out of the bathroom to my comfy chai r.
    I remembered my humble La-Z-Boy chair that I got from IKEA. In a moment of improvidence, I used to call it “Husam’s Court” and no one –other than myself of course- was allowed to sit in it. OK then, I shall call this chair Husam’s Court! In remembrance of my beloved chair!
    I sat –well…more like laid- on my Court after grabbing a bunch of chocolates and nuts from the small coffee shop in my room.
    I was such a choc-a-holic they used to call me Chocolate Monster! I also remembered one of my favorite hobbies: the “Tri-Attack” operation: I would surprise my stomach by shoving down a bar of Snickers, Twix & a KitKat all at once.
    Today, I am preparing myself for the Octa-Attack so that I can start serious work.
    I picked up the pen & paper and started writing down everything. I divided the notes to three sections: everything that had happened ‘here ’ in