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

detail; everything that I remembered from my past life  and all the conclusions and scientific facts that I gathered whilst ‘here’. I spent a few hours writing and searching the internet for hints or answers that might help me. I arrived at the conclusion that my subconscious was the key to solving this puzzle that I found myself in.
     
    The subconscious is this massive force that controls our minds and bodies. Although it has no physical existence in the brain, there is no organ in the human body called “the subconscious”! yet the subconscious archives and registers all of our memories and events that we live through with all of its details. The subconscious is the name that scientists prefer using rather than calling it…a soul!
     
    My brain was working with the efficiency of a thousand computers as I moved with speed from site to site analyzing every word I read to form a logical scientific image of the relationship between the subconscious, the conscious and the physical world. The conscious is, but a middleman between subconscious and the world around us; the memory area in the brain is but a temporary storage area as well as an interface with the unlimited storage area in our subconscious. The brain cells, no matter how many they may be, could never store these enormous amounts of information that is stored within each of us. All of these cells will eventually die out or dissipate when we are dead, yet our souls – our subconscious - will remain. It will be holding onto our memories and who we are so that we could feel alive again when Allah allows it to reside in another body with a new brain to awake and regain our memories.
    Truly, if one person ’s entire memory was to be erased and replaced with someone else’s, it would mean the death of the first and the awakening of the second in a new body. We are but an archive of experiences and memories carried by our souls.
    I guess that this is how I now occupy a new body in a new world, a much more efficient body in a much more idealistic world. More importantly, this means that there is still hope for me to get back to my body and my world, but I will not return until I have utilized every instant of time whilst here! I shall utilize this body ’s abilities and the super brain I control now to stuff my subconscious with all of the knowledge and skills that I might find useful when I get back to my world.
    I sunk into my research, the pen in my hand, the Internet in front of me, the chocolate platter next to me was already filled with empty wrappings. I picked up a KitKat bar and I removed the paper wrapping revealing the thin and shiny aluminum foil. I removed it gently, hoping that the chocolate would not stick to it, as its temperature reached that critical point where chocolate gets confused about its state… and success! The chocolate did not stick to anything but my fingers! I devoured the innocent KitKat bar in one gulp as I went through what I wrote. I think what I wrote is surely enough material to write a revolutionary non-fiction fantasy science book!
    I still cannot believe all of this that is happening. I wonder how will my subconscious really store this much information and skills. I got this crazy thought to learn everything I ever wanted to while I was here. I had always dreamt of learning how to draw, play the guitar, do martial arts, and a bunch of other ambitious hobbies but I had only achieved one success: I am a Gaming Pro. That is, only computer games. Football – Soccer - to be more precise!
    Before I get overrun by my ambitions, I must conduct an important test: I must make sure this is a real world and that these technological devices are real other than just being some elaborate illusion. How can I know for sure? How do all of these machines work? How do they feel my desires and execute on them? Is someone watching me now? The thought frightened me. I stopped in the middle of the room in my robe. Chocolate stains all over my