Flip Chart : Chapter Twenty-Five

For three days, Ezekiel carry on with his endless journey to no where, he follow on with his heart, not knowing where he might stop. When in desperation of hunger, he stop at any local restroom that he come across, and gulp few sips of the tap water to quench his thirst. His clothes were stained but he would not care less, cause the stained of his loyalty and truthfulness which were binding with his guilt, leaves a agonizing mark inside his heart. Night time, enfolding sorrows falls upon his soul. To satisfy his notion, Ezekiel wept in silent, as he sat at any corner of a shady bush or a half fallen tree. Some look at him with empathy, some just make faces and jeers at his sight, but he would not care less.

One night, Ezekiel felt something seems abnormal upon himself. The ache and the bitter coldness of his body is weakening his steps. Fever strikes him and took his courage from moving ahead with his no where journey. But still Ezekiel, pushed his nerves to the extreme. Suddenly, his head gets heavy as he felt his steps seems to get lighter and then he fell unconscious on the chill sandy ground.

The idyllic calling of the prayer, awaken Ezekiel from his deep lost of senses. His throat felt so dry, as though he had shallow a cup of sand but his fever had subside, however he still feel so weak. He stirred to his side and then he realized, he was lying on a very thin mattress, in an old hut. That beautiful voice reading the holy Quran, seems to enlightened his soul. While lying flat on the mattress, as he stared hard towards the rooftop of the hut, with his ears listening attentively towards that pure voice. Soon, Ezekiel begins to doze off when suddenly a voice soothingly said to him, “Assalamualaikum, my dear friend.”

“Huh! Wa'alaikumsalam." awakens Ezekiel with a startle. Ezekiel tries to sat up but the aching of his nerves is imply draining out his strength away.

"Please, take it easy kid." utters the old man as he gently place his wrinkle hands upon his Ezekiel's shoulder, indicating him to keep rested.

"Where am I? How do I get here?" asked Ezekiel.

"Somewhere safe." replied the old man as he carefully take a rest and sat by the wooden wall of his hut." Have you found, what you have lost, young one?" asked the old man. Ezekiel was stunned by that question. "Certain doors, you don't need any keys to get in. Hope, you will get the answers to all your doubts." continue the old man and then slowly he stood up, with his walking stick in his hand. To Ezekiel's shocked, the old was blind.

"Would you sacrificed someone you love, so that you may regain back your past?" muttered Ezekiel as he hung his head low, containing his sadness.

"Hmmm, bitter past could be a valuable lesson on certain part, but those vines would only rooted the soul far too deep in the ground, making it impossible to look upon the brighter part of it's presence. Conquer those doubts, with compelling faith. InsyaAllah." replied the old man again and then he walks out from the room.

"Compelling faith?" stammered Ezekiel. "But how?" thought Ezekiel to himself. "Does all this happenings fall upon me, there's some hidden message for me to be searching for, instead of me been to preoccupied with my lost past?"

The old man came back with a tray of food, much to Ezekiel's pleasure as he was too famish. "Take you time with the food. Continue resting if you need to. I'm going off somewhere, insyaAllah will be back soon." state the old man. Ezekiel nods his head, as he took the coconut rice which has been wrapped with the newspaper. Carefully, unfolding the paper, as he scoop bits of the rice with his fingers, when suddenly, something caught his attention. It was a notice..about him been missing for weeks. "Weeks?" fret Ezekiel. "I must have lost count of the days. All I could sense is the sunny rays enlightened my strolls. The splendid light of the beaming moon to comfort my woes. Rain fall was a bliss. Storm is the awakening. These are only the few, there's bound to be countless...SubhanAllah." utters Ezekiel, as he pushed away his food and begins to wept.

Carefully as he could, Ezekiel, place the rice onto a saucer that contains a piece of date, which the old man has place inside the tray, as he took the fold the newspaper and place it by his side. With wobbling legs, as he tries to stand and took few steps towards the opened window. The glaring rays from the beaming sun, seems too much for his eyes to take it, but the warmness of the light sure brings so much soul comfort to his heart. Ezekiel closes his eyes and then slowly he opens it up again, and this time, his eyes was strong enough to enjoy the enlightened beam of the sunny rays. "Beautiful." murmurs Ezekiel to the significant sight of the calmness of the light sea waves.

It was almost late night, when finally the strange old man came back home, however Ezekiel had already crept back towards the thin mattress and fall fast asleep.

"Please forgive me, if the food does not suit to your taste bud." said the old man, taking back the tray of the untouched food.

Ezekiel wakes up in a startle, wiping his eyes as he tries to fight the grogginess,"No sir. I owned you an apology. It's not about your food, it is just that I'm not hungry."

"It seems hard to act dead among the livings? But that's the best deed, not my words though, words from a significant sage." utters the old man.

"“What is your name, my young friend?” asked the old man, as he roll his prayer beads in between his finger. Ezekiel looks at his face, and he sees so much calmness but with a tinge of soberness . His short hair was fully white and he had fine white beard which he had carefully trimmed. “Hmmm…it’s okay, if you not ready to tell me about your name.” utters the old man with a smile.

“Oh! My name is Ezekiel.” replied Ezekiel eagerly.

“Ezekiel, beautiful name. Belong to one of the prophet.” exclaimed the old man. In a sudden moment, the old man came closer towards Ezekiel and held out his fingers towards Ezekiel’s face as he begins to gently caressing his features. Ezekiel remains statue, for his significant touch seems to bring so much comfort inside his inner soul. “MasyaAllah, such a fine looking man you are.” state the old man. Ezekiel took hold of the old man’s fingers and slowly brings them close to his lips, and then suddenly, he begins to wept tearfully in between his fingers.

“Self-reflection is the company lessons of charts, sorrow is the friend, patience and thankfulness is the account for each soul to present, during the final hours.” utters the old man.

“I’ve try to fix my life back, not wanting to trip and fall into the deep pit again. But yet, I still fall, even deeper than I should.” utters Ezekiel sadly.

“The truth, facing the thorns to get by, to get our souls closer to the Oneness, to His Door. Unveil our hearts, for each thorn that hurt and cut us, will never deter our spirit of coming closer towards His love. Our feet continue, stepping on the thorns, with countless secret love and hope, narrating deeply inside our hearts. With patience and steadfastness carrying out Your divine decree without asking any questions, “Why Me?”
For the thorns have tore up this shield unveiling your True Light of Oneness, your True Light of Mercy.” said the old man, as he gently tapped Ezekiel’s shoulder.


“I guess, I’ve over reacted myself. I should give him a chance to explain about his situation.” mutters Iman remorsefully after Yasmeen begins to narrate all the details about her past relationship with him. And from Yasmeen personal assessment on Ezekiel’s transition to become a female, it was due to all his disturbing personality and traumatic incident. The urgency of wanting to help him, was tarnished after Yasmeen herself was crushed by the ill-fated incident.

“No, Iman. This is all my fault. I should have make you known about this matter when you had actually bring him over to our place on that day. I’m been blinded with my own ego and I’ve dragged you along into this mess. Me too, I should be more open hearted about this matter, since he suffered from amnesia, I should be the one helping him. Shame on me, I’m as a counselor but I’m not acting like one. I’m to carried away with my own emotions” said Yasmeen, with regrets.

“I hope it’s never to late for all of us, Yas.” utters Iman.

“InsyaAllah. God’s willing.” replied Yasmeen earnestly.


“I can’t even tell, the difference from a toad and a frog.” mutters a voice.

“Riley!!!” shouted Ezekiel as he wakes up in a alarm. Clutching both his temples as the enraging pain is breaking his spirit apart. "Mum..." he cried out in horrific moan.


"You betrayed me Ezekiel. You have known this all along, but why did you keep me in the dark?" horrific flashback of the incident drew back into his Ezekiel's mind.

"No!!!" Bang!!! "Please forgive me, Riley. I do not want to see you get hurt. I can't had my sight upon you, when you are breaking apart." cried Ezekiel.

"Ezekiel! Ezekiel! Allah Hu Akhbar. Allah Al-mighty." said the old man as he kneel closer towards Ezekiel, trying his best to calm him down.

"Sir, I remember everything now. My past, everything just came back like the flowing of water, into an empty barrel of my mind. It's hurting me so much. Why does it need to come back? Strange, back then I was struggling within my inner desire of wanting my memory back, but now...I just wished that something could just take it all away..." cried Ezekiel.

"Isn't it beautiful?" asked the old man simply.

"Huh!!! What do you meant by that?" snapped Ezekiel with a tinge of annoyance.

"Well, just like I had said earlier on, about self-reflection is the company lessons of charts. Think about that statement, my young friend. And the choice is yours. To go back and amend what has been damaged or move forward towards the notably destiny, with Allah's grace." answered the old man.

"I need to fix myself first. Get a fresh start for my new chart of account and then with Allah's grace, I would flip back upon my past, and set things straight again." state Ezekiel with sincerity and earnestly new form of courage, looming inside his soul. "But, I need you. To guide me and help me. I've been strayed far too long among the frenzy amber, burning myself with my own sins. I've tyrannized my soul."

"InsyaAllah. With Allah's grace and mercy, we will do this together." utters the old man with a genuine smile of hope.

Flip Chart : Chapter Twenty-Four

"'In a trance, I sought for Hope. Unveil my sight, Ignite my Faith. Searching for that infinite dew....Though, in just sheer moment. Transcending bliss, I felt your Love, Regain my sense, Relentlessly, Discovering back the alluring courage, That has been conceal inside my soul. And I'm Thankful.' For you Eze...my significant Knight...with love, Yasmeen." Ezekiel sank back on the wooden armchair with breaking tears in his eyes. "You are mine before?" gasp Ezekiel sorrowfully. "But, what happen to us?" rang that question again, as he begin flipping few photos, which both of them had taken together with beaming smiles and cheery eyes. Ezekiel soon begins to read few pages of the novel, until he came upon the page where a book mark, and a very familiar looking book mark too. "Was this a gift from me to you?" his inner voice lamenting his soul.

"Left with no significant choice, the Beast have to let her go. Sephira take on with this journey alone with one thing set on her mind. To uncling her haunting past. It was almost dawn when, Sephira finally reaches Dhaleya's lair.

"Dhaleya!" she cried with Luth's sword cling in her hands.

"Foolish girl. What cursed have I put myself with, for bringing an ungrateful mortal child like you!!!" lamented Dhaleya furiously.

"Tell me, who am I ? What I really am?" cried Sephira, with escalate new form of guts burning inside her soul.

" A borrowed soul for my fallen angel." exclaimed Dhaleya, with a sinister laughed. "This might help you to recollect what you have actually lost." continue Dhaleya, with haughtiness tone. In the midst of grayish fumes, exert another being. Sephira begins to sense some chillness in her nerves, despite she's been putting up a brave shield in front of her entity.

"It's been along time Marish, eversince I've set my eyes on you." utters that voice, that goes along next with his portentous laugh.

Sephira took few steps aback, as her hands trembles with fear, while she holding up the sword in front of her eyes. Quivering with her guts now, as the calamity of her past coming closer towards her. "We do have so much unspeakable pleasure, all the way back then., Marish." exclaimed that being again, threatening her courage, dispelling out her past horrific sorrow.

"Nooooooooo!!!!!!!!!" screamed Sephira. Her head begins to be entwine with abundance gruesome of her past. "Aden." quiver her voice in despair. Recalling back, on that dreadful moment, after she was merciless taken by Aden, thinking that she might be dead, Aden had eventually told the palace guards to dump her motionless body into the deep sea. The cold and darkness ocean, amounting inside her lost soul, with the coral vines, kept her captive among the ocean pit. A century had pass, but her soul was still trapped deep within the hollowness of the ocean. Suddenly, she felt light and illumine, Dhaleya smiles, sweet serenading lullaby, calming her soul, ceasing her fear. "Mother." whispered Sephira in anguish with confused state of mind.

"No, Marish. My Sephira, my infant is dead. I've taken your soul and plant it into my Sephira, thanks to your lover. Luth with his astounding black art. Too bad, he betrays me. And the stupidest thing ever, was for him to fall in love with you." rants Dhaleya.

"How could you?" exclaimed Marish, as she took a leap almost striking Dhaleya's frontal with her sword, but her attack was blocked by Aden.

"I remember you very well. You are just the mere oak tree!!! How could you betray yourself yet again? She's just using you damn it. Can't you see?" questions Marish, with intensity tone in her voice. "She has no one by her side any more."

Aden take no heed upon her advised, as they both begins to be deeply immersed in this fearsome sword battle. Marish avoid few blows, but Aden was not giving up any chances, as he continues to attack her with few more swings of his weapon. However, Marish just like a quicksilver, managed to avoid and retaliate with such eagerness, of bringing back Kherash her Kingdom back to how it used to be. To revenge her Luth and Ashlan, her true love. "Ashlan?" that name resounds back in her head and for this split second moment, she lapse. Aden notice this and took advantage of her daze, as he drew out his sword and almost piercing her abdomen with it, when suddenly, a horrific looking being, came striding behind him and held on to his fragile neck almost snapping it away. Dhaleya froze in fear...she knew, she bound to loose this battle. However, in between the struggle, unknowingly Aden had drew out a dagger from the sheave on his calf and merciless stab the lower chest of the Beast heart.

"No." whispered Marish in distress. "Ashlan!!!"

Aden move himself away, as he let the Beast fall sprawling onto the floor bleeding extensively. With trembling soul of a breaking heart, Marish amble closer towards the Beast as she sat on the floor, with his head lay rested upon her chest. "I can't loose you yet again. Ashlan, you are my true love." and with those words spoken, Dhaleya gave a loud shrieking moan. Some tickling sensation came upon the side pocket of Marish pants. Marish took out the tiny glass lid bottle with the pink rose in it. Much to her surprised, the rose blooms significantly as though a new sign of hope alluring upon them. Dhaleya deafening screams, begins to chill them all, as Dhaleya begins to froze into a huge block of rough edges ice. However, much to Marish enlightened moment, the Beast begins to change it's form too. All gone the scales, perforated hair, the fangs, the Beast has finally been over taken by his real being, of Ashlan.

"Oh! God....Ashlan." cried Marish in between her sob. Ashlan took Marish in his arms and embrace her with all his might, concealing his tears from falling onto his face.

"How sweet this reunion are Brother. But still Kherash only needs a King, and that's got to be me." exclaimed Aden, as he leaps with his sword, wanting to end Ashlan's soul once and for all. Pushing Marish away from him, however he had cunningly took Luth's sword and hid it by his side, until Aden came upon him in such a good angle, that's where Ashlan had cleverly drew his hidden sword out and piece the weapon, right through the center of Aden's losing fate. Aden falls dead on his lap with his eyes wide open. Ashlan shuts his eyes in despair, but justice need to be done, the tyrant got to be slain.

Ashlan took over the Kingdom of Kherash with Marish as his lovely Queen by his side. Bringing back what has been lost, spreading love notes to all humanity until the rest of eternity.' and to the conclusion of the novel, Yasmeen yet again had wrote another splendid message for him. "Sight of wind...If' there's a sight? I can feel you, But I can't touch. Swaying trees, rushing waves. Whirling to your tune...I feel so light..! Yasmeen." Ezekiel was taken aback with all this. With tears in his eyes and wreaking heart as he pushed his mind further trying as hard as he could, to recall any short of memories which he had with her. Making up his mind, after he left a note to Iman telling her that 'she' will be back soon, Ezekiel calls for the cab and headed towards the heart, that could answered to all his doubts.

It took him a toll of courage for him, just to knock upon the door. Ezekiel waited for few moment, with anxious vibe playing in his soul. Aunt Zurah, opens the door to welcome him in. Ezekiel took few steps into her home, which look warm and serene. much to his soul comfort. Pacing along the corridor and there he saw one of his writing been frame and beautifully hang onto one of the corner on the wall. Suddenly he could sense a present of someone behind his back. He slowly turns and there she was sitting on her wheelchair but her eyes were staring profoundly towards him.

"Yas." he utters as he coming closer towards her.

"What are you doing here?" snapped Yasmeen.

"Yasmeen, please forgive me. But I belief my past have got to do with you." replies Ezekiel remorsefully.

"What are trying to play now Ezekiel Bukhari?" barked Yasmeen furiously.

"Yasmeen, I've amnesia....I can't recall anything much about my past. I know, deep down I won't turn myself to look like this, unless things were not on my side." state Ezekiel sadly as he unconsciously looks upon his 'chest'. "But I know there's still hope, after I've found this" said Ezekiel without a hitch, as he brings out the novel and carefully place it on her lap.

Taking the novel into her palms but with a carousel smile across her face as she slowly lifts up her face and look straight into Ezekiel's eyes. "You really want your past? Forget Iman." hissed Yasmeen.

"And break another soul? I can't live with that anymore." fret Ezekiel.

"It can't be either way, you want something, there's always a price to pay." noun Yasmeen with no feelings in her tone.

"Have I hurt you so badly...way back in the past?" asked Ezekiel sorrowfully.

"Trust and loyalty is just like a matchstick, you light the match because you trust, but unknowingly right to the end of it, the match burns the finger. And now it comes back to taunt another soul...and I'm not going to let that happens again, not to my Iman." exclaimed Yasmeen.

"Please forgive me for our past." utters Ezekiel as he sank on his knees with tears in his eyes.

Yasmeen hide her tears as it is breaking her heart too, seeing her best friend plight, has flip to the wrong side of the fence. "Eze, but I don't think that will be wise, I do not want you to be clinging on to your past." said Yasmeen at last with her true self instill back inside her soul. "Please. Ezekiel, forget about your past, and move on to something new. Grab this second chance which is rare and it is such a great blessing for you to be gift with this second key." continues Yasmeen again. "Just be truthful about yourself. Tell Iman, who exactly you are."

"We were so in love, once upon a time.." trails Ezekiel.

"That was in the past. We were both so young and foolish." said Yasmeen, but deep down denying the true details of her love sentiment for him is tearing her apart.

"What light would the candle beam, without a fire burning on it? What tune would a flute play, without the wind serenading it? What hope would this soul gain, without virtues faith illumining it? Those lines seems to be resounding in my head now and then. Yas...my truth past is coming closer to my mind, and I know, you are the one that has never given up on me. " utters Ezekiel as he begins to wept.

"Eze, look at me now. What hope and Light could I possibly be giving you?" asked Yasmeen tearfully much to Ezekiel's despair.

"Secret of soul, in searching for the infinite answer.Entwine with the world, be lost with the midst. Entwine with the Faith, be found among the dew. For dew brings calmness, quenching potion for the heedless soul. I've already got my courage here, and I'm not letting it go, ever again." state Ezekiel solemnly.

"Just tell her the truth on your part, because if my sister is hurt, I don't think I can ever forgive you, Eze." utters Yasmeen remorsefully as she slowly wheels herself back into her room.



“Good morning Iman, I shall be away to town in a while. Need to get some supplies for my writings. There’s some frozen lasagna in my fridge so I’m sure you know what to do with that…big smiles and love. Zee” Iman chuckles, as she took that note and paste it back on the fridge door with the tiny burger magnetic tag to secure it. Making herself an instant coffee, that goes well with few pieces of butter cookies as she make herself comfy on the couch while reading some of Zee’s latest works of poems.


As she was immersing herself with Zee’s note, suddenly the front door was unlocked and opened. There stood a middle age but very attractive looking lady entering inside Zee’s home. Iman, jumps out from her couch, with that lady looking more shocked and surprised than her own self.

“Who are you? And what the hell are you doing here in my home?” exclaimed the lady, as she dumps her luggage onto the coffee table with a loud bang.

“This is your home?” asked Iman curiously but, with doubt towards this lady’s claimed.

“Oh, he never told you that, his mum partly still own this house.” retort Eva sarcastically.

“His home? Who’s he?” asked Iman, feeling more confused.

“Oh! Yeah, I’ve forgotten. That good for nothing son of mine, has actually used up my late husband wealth to do the most stupidest thing ever.” snapped Eva.

“But your daughter is awesome.” utters Iman earnestly.

“Daughter? What daughter? I do not own any daughter here.” exclaimed Eva feeling annoyed. “Oh! Wait a minute, don’t tell me you have been fooled by him too?” asked Eva, with a sinister grin curving upon her lips.

“Please lady, I’m kind of lost here!” replies Iman. “Zee Ruth, aren’t she your daughter?” asked Iman, choking back her tears.

“Huh!!! Zee Ruth or Ezekiel Bukhari?” snapped Eva, enjoying here moment after seeing Iman’s almost breaks down. “See, that shit, can never be trusted. He uses his charms to fool people like my brainless husband and little girl like you.”

“Mum!!!” yelled Ezekiel furiously with tears of betrayal in his eyes.

“Oh! Look who’s back? So what now, Zee ?" asked his mum sarcastically with Iman looking more aloof and confused. "Is that how I should be addressing you now, Ezekiel?" snapped his mum again.

"You lied about yourself?" yelled Iman frantically.

"Iman, please I can explain to all this. Remember, I did want to tell you more about myself, but I just need to find the right time to amend all this." pleads Ezekiel, as he came closer towards her and held on to her hands.

"Get your hands of me!!!" cried Iman furiously.

"Iman, listen to me, please give me another chance." exclaimed Ezekiel.

"Just shut up!!!" cried Iman as she gave him a hard slap across his face. "You, Ezekiel, you are the one that had break my sister's heart time and again. You give her hope, but then you had cruelly crushed it, within seconds." utters Iman sorrowfully.

"Iman, I don't understand.." said Ezekiel.

"I've took a glance on her journal, while she was been hospitalized back in Madrid. It was her deary thing which she had really had been keeping close to her side, wherever she went. I saw your name...on it. Her hopes and dreams, about you....but then suddenly those notes just stop. You just disappear from her life!!! Me the idiot, thinking it will be the best idea, to have found Zee, hoping that Zee will figure out the way, in searching for Ezekiel, however...this is the best surprised I've ever done to myself." retort Iman. "Thank you for been honest..Ezekiel Bukhari." snapped Iman, as she run up towards Ezekiel's room and slammed shut the door.

"Iman." utters Ezekiel but he felt helpless. And then he turns to his mum "Have you not done enough damaged upon my life? You want this, all this....take it....take everything." state Ezekiel, as he threw the key of his home onto the coffee table."Thank you mum, for bearing with me...and for destroying my pride." said Ezekiel, as he left.

The coldness of the morning breeze does plays it infinite role, tormenting and infuriated his soul. Ezekiel carries on with his journey, bringing his steps, not knowing where to go and when to stop, His heart is bleeding grayish storm of turbulence anger and fear. With just his plain white tees and calf length pants on, no cash, mobile and whatever kind of sort. Looking at his watch it was almost half past ten. Burning with enormous guilt and sins towards Iman..and Yasmeen, he felt his time is already dead...he's dead, nothing good comes out from him in one way or the other. And without second thought, he took off his watch and threw it among the wild bushes, which seems to out grown itself upon the dried ground.

"Worn out paper, no tales to conscript. For my story has been narrates as such. A loner spirit, that's all I could tell, a broken soul with a depleted heart." cried Ezekiel's mind as suddenly he stopped and sank upon the rough sandy ground as he begins to wept tearfully. "Dad...dad!!!" he whispered and cried in silent.

Flip Chart : Chapter Twenty-Three

"Thanks Zee, for agreeing with this." whispered Iman, as they both stood upon the front door of her home. "I'm sure she will be trill to see you."

"Anytime, for my dearest friend here." utters Zee with a comforting smile.

"Assalamualaikum." greeted Iman, as she rang the doorbell. It took quite a while before somebody answered to her call and opens the door.

"Aunt Zurah. Hie." cried Iman, as she embrace the middle age lady lovingly. "Zee, this is Aunt Zurah, our nanny. She's been taking care of us for the past three years." Zee, acknowledge with a smile. Aunt Zurah looks at her with full interest without saying any words.

"Where is she?" asked Iman, peering her neck to her left and right, as she was longing to see her sister again.

"Iman, you are back." cried a sweet serenading voice, that seems to have some kind of flickering effect upon Zee's heart. Zee turns 'her' head to look upon the person with that significant voice. Both intense eyes stood dead, just like an entwine branch of an old vines, been caught and trapped within it's own ground.Yasmeen, was indeed a very beautiful girl, but to Zee's sadness, both of Yasmeen's lower limbs were gone, and she was confine on the wheelchair to get herself around.

"Yas, this is Zee Ruth. My friend, which I've been telling you about." said Iman, as she calmly came closer towards her sister. However, much to Iman's dismay, Yasmeen was infuriated, with fury tears welling up in her eyes, as she had her sight on Ezekiel. With all her might, she wheel herself away as fast as she could, away from him, away from Iman, from everyone and from her own soul. Shutting the door of her room, with a bang, leaving Iman feeling disappointed and angry towards her sister's attitude.

"Please forgive us." utters Iman sadly.

"It's okay." said Ezekiel, with a certain notion of haunting sentiment creeping inside his soul.

The visitation lasted only for few minutes, as Zee felt that 'she' should not be imposing onto them any longer.  "Please do call me for any thing." utters Zee, before 'she' took her coat and left.


"Stop getting yourself involved with her." exclaimed Yasmeen, sternly as she wheels herself out from her room and came closer towards her sister.

"What! But why?" asked Iman, feeling kind of agitated with her sister's sudden outburst. Iman, knew Yasmeen was having some emotional distress after that tragic bombing in Madrid, which had merciless took their parents lives and Yasmeen's ability, crushing her dreams and perishing her hopes.

"No questions all right. Just stop seeing her. I forbid you to do so." warned Yasmeen furiously.

"Look, Sister, stop dragging me into your grayish picture. I need a life, I have my own future goals and dreams, please don't take that away from me. Just because you can't embrace your dreams, that doesnt meant that I can never have mine either!" cried Iman with an outburst.“Please Yasmeen, stop taking away my astounding hope!” cried Iman with tears streaming upon her face.

“Me taking away your hope? I just don’t want you to get hurt!” exclaimed Yasmeen, earnestly.

“Hurt? What possibility hurt, that Zee might cause me, Yasmeen?” asked Iman. “She’s capable enough of listening to my woes.” rants Iman.

“Are you questioning my capability now?” cried Yasmeen, as she wheels her chair closer towards her sister.

“Yasmeen, why can’t we talk like how we used too? You think, I do not feel the lost? It’s killing me each and every moment. And now, I felt like I’m beginning to loose you too.” exclaimed Iman.

"My subject is now, not about our late parents. But it was about your attitude and you been negatively influence by that new friend of yours. I detest her and I detest the relationship which you had with her." cried Yasmeen making her point.

“Yasmeen, I just don’t understand, what enmity do you have against her?” asked Iman, tearfully.

“Fine, all right. Since you want to put it that way. You choose, either me or her?” snapped Yasmeen.

“I can’t belief with what I’m hearing right now.” noun Iman, remorsefully.

“Make your choice now Iman. If it’s me, you may stay but if it’s her. Take your stuff and leave.” threatened Yasmeen. Iman simply shakes her head in despair. Solemnly with no words spoken, Iman took her car keys and left, leaving Yasmeen all alone on her wheelchair with Aunt Zurah peeping timidly behind the kitchen wall.

Binding his protruding chest which he loathe, with the long bandage which he had recently purchase, on his way from Iman's home, a four hour journey with so many burning motion, running in circles in his mind. Resounding name with that misty voice, something that seems to be deeply link to his past, but remorsefully, he just can't figure out any apparent form of it. Still holding on to the pair of scissors in his hands, as he took a handful of his wavy shoulder length hair from the back of his head, and without second thoughts, he snipped it away. "My name is Ezekiel. I was bless to be born as a him, not the otherwise." rants Ezekiel to himself, as he injects himself with new sentiment of hope. He had called one of the anaesthetic surgeon, inquiring about his 'chest' matter, as he has strongly making up his mind to remove those silicons off, once and for all. However, much to his despond, that can only be done six months later, as those things were just done up on him less than a year ago, With a smile of amusement across his face, bringing his hands upon his hair, as he caress his long neckline fringe off from his face. He had successfully grown his eyebrow back to it's normal sight, what a relief. He was amaze with how he looks, and he simply just can't figure out why, he had despise it, way back in the past. Breepppp.....Breeepppp!!! Rang the doorbell, making Ezekiel, almost jumps out from his skin. Looking at the wall clock, as he jumps down few flight of steps at the time, putting on his shirt before he eventually opens the door.

"Iman!!!" exclaimed Ezekiel in shocked. Iman was stunned too on her part, as she seeing her beloved friend, new transit of image.

"What have you done to your hair?" asked Iman with a frown, as she playfully brush Zee's hair. Zee smile sheepishly with a guilt.

"Darn, I hope she never figures out what I really am. Not at this point of time." grimace Ezekiel, in his mind.

"You, young lady, what's the story? Travelling from your home for four hours journey, just to get here. You should at least call, so I can fetch you over." nags Ezekiel, feeling kind of concerned. And after those interrogation was impose on her, Iman just could not content her sorrow any longer, as she ran into Zee's arm and begin to sob uncontrollably. Zee knew, trouble. With no spoken statement between these two hearts, Zee gently caress Iman's hair, calmly hushing her to soothe her pain and hopefully to make her feel better.

"Thanks Zee." said Iman, as she move herself away from 'her' embrace. Zee nodded, but with a contemplating inclination of not wanting to let go, but with a sorrow guilt.

"You still own me an explanation sweetie." utters Ezekiel.

"I just can't take it anymore. I'm grieving too and it hurts to be alone, despite I knew, she is the only heart that I've got to live on now." state Iman, with teary heart and breaking emotions. Ezekiel took her in, as he let her sat on the couch with him by her side.

"Three years had pass, but the story seems to occurs only yesterday. Yasmeen, has been accepted to be enrolled in one of the prospective college in Madrid, much to our joy. As that, what has always been her dreams to migrate to Europe and start her new life and career there. Few months after she had eventually settles in, our parents move ahead to Madrid to visit her. I can't go along, due to my new attachment at Burbur's. Things just happen in a spilt second, I was summing up my reports, when I received that dreaded call from Madrid, about the horrific bombing. My heart sank and I felt like the whole world, would just collapse on me. I took the first available flight ticket to Spain with heaviness soul, looming inside my heart." pause Iman, as she begins to be grasping her own palm, fighting hard to control her emotions, much to Ezekiel's emphatic. "When I've finally reach my destination, the heart breaking news fall into my ears, my parents were gone, and Yasmeen, is fighting with her life." utters Iman, and from Ezekiel's mind, he knew, Iman has never talk to anyone about her mounting sorrow, which she had successfully hides with her cheeriness and joy. "Bringing her back home just me and her, does takes a lot of toll on me. Not much on my physical side, but more on my emotional part. I...I don't even have my own moment, of grieving for my lost. Lucky for me, Aunt Zurah, my dad's elder sister came along to help me out. My time, was fully occupied with taking care of her needs and not forgetting my job. I'm breaking inside, but no one knows. Until, I've found Zee Ruth. Her writings, I meant your writings were just like a healing potion, which I'm so desperate in need of. I felt some sense of relief and my spirit just lifts me up, for every written note which you have sent in. 'Soul of hope. Place my  fingers to the wall of chain. In my mind, coloring the walls with love. Sorrow is a gift. Reflection is my hope. If I break the wall today. Trust your presence love to be arrays.' Those words Zee, hit me hard, pricking up my soul with so much hope. Making me sure that courage is always here, with me inside my heart. That's why, after Yasmeen gets more stable and better, I've decides to look for you. To convey my thanks and full appreciation, for gifting me, with this courage with your beautiful words." utters Iman with a faint smile.

Ezekiel shuts his eyes, as he tries to hide his breaking soul too and with this compelling guilt of his duplicity. "Iman, I did not do anything at all. All is due, with His grace and mercy, cause I belief. I've so many things, I just want to tell you about myself, but I don't know how to start. Probably due to my amnesia, I was not able to convey much about my past either. All I can say is that, I just not being me...this is not me." state Ezekiel, with Iman looking astounding towards him. "Please forgive me for your lost. But it was you, you are the one that have found the courage inside your heart due to the hidden keys, which you might have conceal close here inside your soul." continues Ezekiel, with Iman still having her tears streaming off from her eyes. Ezekiel gently wipes it away, as he came closer towards her and wrap his arms around her. "It's pretty late now, you can sleep over at my place for the time being. There's some fresh clothes if you want to change."

Iman, gets up from the couch and asked," How about you?"

"I on my writing now, you go ahead first." utters Ezekiel with a comforting smile. Iman, went up the stairs, towards his room, closing the door behind her as she enters. Ezekiel, stared solemnly towards the room of his door with a sigh.

Back in the study room all alone with his huge old suitcase on the table, which he found among the rumbles back in the old garage of his home. Sucking in the air of courage, Ezekiel's hand trembles as he carefully begins to unzip the suitcase, his past. More writings, notes, horrendous sketches much to his grief. "My past seems to be so dark." thought Ezekiel to himself. Putting all those aside and then he found a very old photo album. Slowly he picks that up, as he begins to open up the album. Pics of his childhood...and there he found the photo of his real father. A very good and sturdy looking man....an exact replica of himself too. His real parents wedding photos and few photos of an old couple, which could have been his grandparents. Flipping few more pages away,and there he found his high school photo...there seems to be some big awkwardness of his being, he had those thick glasses and funny looking hair do. Shaking his head with a glee as he begins to flip more pages onward, when suddenly those photos stunned him to the core of his heart. "Photos of him and Yasmeen?" screamed his inner voice. "My past does have a link to her, but what could it be? We were high school friends, but why, upon that visitation, I seems to sense so much anger and hatred which is weighing down on her, upon me?" Pausing with an empty but painful thoughts as he tries as hard as he could to recall what he had lost. Putting that album at the corner of the table, suddenly he saw a beautiful illustrated novel, 'Beauty And The Beast' the third edition. Shaking soul with dispersing seeds of wonder came upon Ezekiel's mind....a hidden key to his past.

Flip Chart : Chapter Twenty-Two

Stirring in her bed as the splendid sunny rays, falls upon the side of her face, Iman wakes up with a wondrous peer inside her soul. Looking calmly towards Zee, who was sleeping so soundly on the floor, with a half open journal rested on 'her' chest. Strange though, thought Iman to herself, this bed is humongous that could have even fit three person on it, but why Zee was not too keen of sharing the bed with her. Suddenly, Zee moves to 'her' side and soon wakes up from 'her' sleeps. Iman pretends to lay back on the bed and closes her eyes. Ezekiel sat on the wooden floor with solemness in his thoughts, as he carefully place back his journal inside his bag pack. A lot of things he had written, but mostly were poetry with cogent hidden message in them. He can sense, burning bridges fuming on both Eva's and Riley's side...and he seems to be the innocence soul that was caught in the midst of the fiery amber. "Was I'm not welcome to be part of his family? Am I the cause of the friction upon them?" thought Ezekiel to himself. Shifting back his thoughts to his current moment as he slowly crept towards Iman, slowly as not wanting to wake her up in a jump.


Iman knew, Zee was coming closer towards her but still she shut her eyes with a cheeky grin on her face. “Bahhhhhh!!!!” exclaimed Iman when suddenly, she just jumps out from the bed and stands on her feet with both hands clawing like a cat.

“Huhhhh!!!” yelp Ezekiel in startle as he makes a sudden few step and fall flat backwards upon the wooden laminated floor.

“Oh! My God….I’m so sorry. Please forgive me gal. I swear, I will not do that kind of stupid thing again.” cried Iman apologetically as she came closer towards ‘her’ and rubbed the small bump which had form behind Zee’s head as gently as she could. Ezekiel was in grimace, but as he set his eyes on her angelic face, he felt kind of wondrous transient. Her mesmerizing set of eyes, were just like the beaming of the rising moon, reflecting such serenading tune, upon the surface of his heart. "Kindling emotions of infinite bloom, not wanting to let go but to carry on to be swoon. Drift me off to the carousel of your beam, or flowing streams I shall remain, continuing drinking from your rays." utters Ezekiel in his subconscious mode.

"Excuse me!" said Iman as she wave her hands upon his face.

"Ohh! Sorry!" snapped Ezekiel away from his daze. "Must be due to my dreams yesterday." lied Ezekiel,as he tries hard to hide his secret notion on her.

"It's okay. But I like it. The short poem which you have just said to me. It's beautiful, haunting but beautiful." murmurs Iman as she place her hands upon Zee's fingers.

Ezekiel, begins to get nervous but soon, he stood up as he headed towards the door and said," Maybe we can have breakfast somewhere around this town, before I sent you back to your motel?"

"That's sounds great. I freshen myself up. And where is the bathroom?" asked Iman.

"Ohhh! It's over there." replied Ezekiel as he points towards the door which was situated just few feet away from his room.

"Zee, you are...I don't know, there's just something about you...." trails Iman however she stall halfway with a grinned, making Ezekiel feels more anxious as his mouth half gap opening. "Zee, you are amazing. I know, this sounds silly because, I've only known you, let say less than twenty-four hours, but you remind me so much about her." continue Iman but with a tinge of solemness inside her heart.

"Her?" asked Ezekiel curiously but with a sunken gut, just seeing Iman his new secret love feeling kind of mellow.

"Yasmeen. My elder sister." answered Iman shortly."Just never mind about that."

"Was that tears in her eyes?" thought Ezekiel as he looks at her before she enters the bathroom. "Yasmeen?" frown Ezekiel hard.

"This place is awesome. You are right Zee, they do served fantastic fish and chips here." exclaimed Iman as she took another big bite of the crunchy dory fish.

"Well, I found this place somewhere in my journal." explained Ezekiel soberly.

"I'm so sorry about your amnesia thing." utters Iman however, she was still unknown about Zee being Ezekiel, as Ezekiel conceal his real 'him' identity close in his heart.

"Yeah, I shall get over with this thing soon." grinned Ezekiel. "Yeah right, but how? I don't have anyone, no family, no friend, nothing but with my journal and my writing and this moon." thought Ezekiel to himself.

"I can help." snapped Iman profoundly. "Well, I will be stinking around you due to our work commitment remember?"

"I don't know." replied Ezekiel, feeling kind of uncertain about her offer. And one thing for sure, if she knew the truth about him being a 'him', she might not want to be close with him anymore.


"I shall come over this evening, to show you some of my previous works. I guess." said Ezekiel as he sent her to the front kerb of the door. Ezekiel was not too keen of leaving her here all alone in the motel, as the place looks kind of dingy.

"Zee, I will be fine. Okay see you later sweetie." says Iman cheerfully and in an instant, she embrace 'her' with a small kiss upon 'her' right cheek. Ezekiel was stunned and awestruck on that very moment as he begins to blushes. Iman giggles as Zee smiles sheepishly, before he took the cab and left.


Evening breeze surrounding the sphere, simplicity scripture off entrancing heat. With his bag pack that was full with his old notes an writings, which he had managed to rampage from his old drawers, Ezekiel walk calmly towards the motel gate as he headed towards, Iman's lodgings. Wearing tight jeans that's goes well with his figure hugging white t-shirt and a huge shades upon his eyes. As he came closer, he felt something was just not right, something was amiss.

A meek shrieking voice, a crashing mirror and a horrific slap. Ezekiel rushed to the scene, and there he saw Iman was struggling herself away from a dreary drunkard boar. "Son of a bitch." yelled Ezekiel as he took a stride and plant his fist upon the boar's flat nose, breaking it, as it begins to bleed.

"You foolish lady!!! Once she's done, you are next." screamed the boar as he amble forward to attack Zee. However, Zee was quick enough to avoid his blow, as 'she' moves to the opposite side and with all 'her' might 'she' gave him a kick, that send him sprawling unconscious on the floor.

"Iman. Packed your things. You are moving out from here, young lady." ordered Ezekiel with intensity in his voice.

"But, where? Where could I be possibilities be moving off too?" asked Iman frantically.

"My home." replied Ezekiel. "If you trust me?" he asked next.

"With my life." utters Iman but with tears in her eyes, as she slowly came closer towards Zee and gave her an ample hug. Iman was sobbing uncontrollably in 'her' arms.

Ezekiel, was bewilder with Iman's sudden outburst and this some kind or rather breaking his heart. Ezekiel, slowly raised his arms and held her close to him."Iman, we've got to go, before that thing wakes up. Pack your stuff okay." usher Ezekiel. Iman moves away from 'her' arms as she nods her head.

“Wow, there’s seem to be some progression works going on here.” cried Iman feeling kind of amaze as she enters into Zee’s home.

“All right, I shall take that as a compliment.” said Zee with a smile.

“Zee, I don’t feel good about this, imposing onto you.” utters Iman soberly as she held on to her luggage close to her side.

“Oh! Come on Iman. You are my boss, so take this as I’m sucking you up.” cried Zee with a cheeky grin as ‘she’ helped Iman with her luggage and carries it back into ‘her’ room.

“Yeah right! Whatever next then hmmm?” replied Iman with a laughed. “Zee, I own you my life. Thank you.” she continues with tears forming in her eyes. Ezekiel, came closer towards her and wipe the pearly tears off from her eyes.


‘What light would the candle beam, without a fire burning on it ?
What tune would a flute play, without a wind serenading it ?
What hope would this soul gain, without virtue faith illumining it ?
Was it enough just for a superficial view of pleasure...?

But not giving benefits towards it's own self and the others ?
Secrets of soul...in searching for the infinite answer...
Entwine with this world...be lost with the midst...
Entwine with the faith....be found among the dew...

Dew brings calmness to the chosen being....
Quenching portion for the heedless souls....!!’ this writing is beautiful.” noun Ezekiel as he looks piece after piece of notes which Iman has presented for him to edit.

Iman, took the note and begins to read. “This used to be my sister’s favorite poetry.” said Iman shortly as she place back the note onto the coffee table and busy herself with the  editing short stories from other writers which she has been working on.

“Any idea, who wrote this?” asked Ezekiel curiously.

“Ezekiel Bukhari.” she replied.

Like an arrow that had piece right through inside his soul, that significant name which had cause an enormous stir inside his motion. Ezekiel, his past, his key that could unlocked many undiscovered gems. “Iman, what do you know about Ezekiel?” he asked.

“Well, I know he’s a very young writer but he’s more on the underground side. He posted several of his works to Burbur’s few years ago and at that point of time, I’m still a trainer. Yeah, I’ve seen few of his writings, there were good actually. My sister, she’s his die hard fan. Each time Ezekiel’s works been publish, she seems to be the first to get the morning news paper.” narrates Iman while she’s clicking her mouse copy and pasting her works.

“Have you met this Ezekiel?” asked Ezekiel again.

“No. Like I said, he’s very low profile, even though my senior tries to locate him. Riley, he’s seems to be the one that had been sending Ezekiel works to us. That what’s my senior had claimed.” said Iman as she rest her back upon the couch. From that statement, Ezekiel begins to wonder, probably he and Riley, used to be close, or else why would Riley be so supportive with Ezekiel’s talent as a writer.

“Any idea where are they now?” asked Ezekiel curiously, he really needs to know, this might lead to something, an answered of his empty charts.

“I’ve no idea at all, but about Riley, it’s a suicide. Real tragic.” utters Iman solemnly.

Ezekiel was taken aback when those words were spoken, those bloody stains, the wedding ring which seems to belongs to Riley, that was found in the study room and his mum who was either missing or probably she might have run off to some other places. But the big million dollar question, what exactly happens to himself, until he had to make such a drastic decision, turning his form into another being.

Iman was about to speak out when suddenly, her mobile phone rang. "Please excuse me." utters Iman as Ezekiel's acknowledge. "Yas, hie!" cried Iman cheerfully as she begins to get deeply immersed conversation with Yasmeen, her elder sister. "Yeah, you have got to meet my new friend here Yasmeen, she's awesome. All right dear sister, you too. Please take care all right. We shall meet up soon, God's willing." said Iman before she ends her short conversation with her and went back to the couch, placing the mobile onto the coffee table, however her eyes projected a tinge of solemness.

"Your sis?" asked Ezekiel feeling kind of concerned.

"Yup." replies Iman shortly.

"Both of you must have been very close?" asked Ezekiel again.

"From childhood yeap for temp. Been separated, and then fate let us meet again, well the hole has been mended, but things just happens and...." noun Iman but Ezekiel, she was not ready to tell it all. Ezekiel remains silent in a while. "Enough about me Zee. All right, once I'm ready we shall talk about more about me and Yas topic." cried Iman, choking on her words as she tries to cover up her inner pain much to Ezekiel's dismay.

“Well, you wanted to know about Ezekiel right? Sadly, he just vanished with all this mess.” replied Iman. “After, I have been made full time editor at Burbur’s, I did try to locate him but to no avail. I almost give up because, we were not able to find a real gem beneath the sea however, few months later, another gem surface back upon the ocean, Zee Ruth.” express Iman again with a dreamy look  ascending from her eyes.

Zee, giggles and blushes much to Iman’s amusement. “I can’t be better than Ezekiel though.” said Zee.

“Hmmmmm, but that’s not what I think. That’s why I came all over from State to Rome and then, after knowing she has move back to State, so here I am.” grinned Iman from ear to ear.

“Thank you so much Iman, I really appreciate all your trouble.” state Ezekiel, but with a obscure guilt in his mind. “But, Iman I’m just curious, why did you bring all of Ezekiel’s works too over here, for me to do the edit, since you know that, Ezekiel’s is still the best?”

“Well, my answer is simple, so you can figure out the missing puzzle.” replied Iman with a sheepish smile.

“A missing puzzle?” asked Ezekiel with interest.

“Well, maybe from his writings, you can get some clues therefore we could simplify this matter, who knows we might be able to find Ezekiel, the missing puzzle.” noun Iman nodding her head as her angelic eyes beams with so much spirit in them.

"Should I just be truthful about this whole deal, or should I just keep it conceal?" thought Ezekiel to himself. "No, Iman must not know about my true identity. I need to figure out why, what have I done for this drastic changes, which I've cursed upon myself."

Flip Chart : Chapter Twenty-One

“I don’t feel good off letting you go all alone, through this surgery.” utters Daniel with mixed feeling of anguish and concerned.

“Oh! Come on Daniel, it’s just a minor thing. Three center meter cysts that’s all on my left side ovaries. Furthermore, it’s a day care surgery. Morning I would be cut, evening I shall be back home again.” replied Zee, as ‘she’ gently caress Daniel chisel cheeks. Another lie, another guilt roaming inside Ezekiel’s thought however, Daniel knew, there’s nothing he can do to make 'her' change 'her' mind of wanting to keep ‘her’ company throughout the ordeal.

Daniel, call for the cab as Zee get ‘herself’ ready with ‘her’ luggage. Not forgetting Oasis which ‘she’ carefully place it in the mini plastic tank. With just a simple knee length pastel sunny set yellow dress, on that goes well with ‘her’ late grandma but classy brown cardigan. Zee, had only the dark oak brown eyeliner which ‘she’ carefully drawn on top and ‘her’ lower lids and a light berry lip gloss on, which really makes ‘her’ splendor beauty stands out. She had her shoulder length tresses, bun up neatly and adding to the alluring charm, she place a tiny white daisy hair pin, by the side of the bun.

“Please do call me, so I can fetch you back home.” noun Daniel, looking like a lost kitten.

“I will.” replied Zee, with a sudden notion of uncertainty note creeping inside ‘her’ soul. “This is what I have always wanted, so why this sudden sheer feeling of remorse fullness?” thought Ezekiel to himself. “Oh! God.” guilt a hidden loot burning inside his heart.

Peering by the side of the path, as the cab passing swiftly along the deserted road, Zee’s heart begins to feel more at ease, after seeing the morning sun had significant shone it’s compelling rays upon the pine trees and bushes. Few more miles and soon, ‘she’ will reached her desired destination. Suddenly, out of no where, one of the old pine tree that was situated on the side of the road, had uprooted itself as it gave away to it’s aging span of death call, crashing right in the middle of the afflicted cab. Remote silent of frozen moment, there was no tormenting pain but numbness is all that Ezekiel could felt. He can't even move an inch nor speak of any words, but the warmness of his oozing blood begin to gush out from the temple of his head. Faded blaze from the inferno rays, were replace by another beam of another kind. Looming and haunting, enchanting but tranquilizing. Giving in to this distinct beam, the mind slip deep into the slumber of quaint. Some might thought all is lost, but for some might gain, what has never yet to be found.


"Miss, miss please wake up. I'm nurse Pauline here. I shall be inserting a plugged into your vein, so we could enter more dose of antibiotics for you." cried someone, a nurse it seems. Thought Ezekiel, in the midst of his drowsiness. His mind and body, was over dose of sedation and soon, Ezekiel give in to his trance.

"Dad." cried Ezekiel, as he woke up in a startle and this time round, he realized this is not his home. Feeling kind of weary about himself, as his mind seems to be so bleak and empty. Struggling hard to recall back his nightmare, but the harder he tries, the harder it gets. His head hurts so much, that he squint his eyes shut, with both his fists grabbing tightly upon the sheets on his bed. Taking few knots of courage, as he tries again, but mind like an empty barrel of haunting mystery. "Who am I?" utters Ezekiel, with fear of terror whipping up his soul. Suddenly, someone had enters the room, much to Ezekiel's fret.

"Good evening, young errgg....Zee." it was the nurse, much to Ezekiel's relieve.

"Zee, was that my name?" asked Ezekiel, in doubt. Nurse Pauline remains silent or just pretending not to hear that question from him.

"Here's a cup of hot milk and few pieces of crackers for you. And not forgetting your night medication. If you need the bathroom, it's at the corner over there, and if there's anything that you need from us, you can ring the buzzer here." cried Nurse Pauline, as she place the call bell by the side of Ezekiel's bed. Right after she left, Ezekiel feels like washing up, as he crawls out from his bed. Came upon the basin, as he turns on the tap full blast and splashing the cold water on his face. And then for the first time throughout this latest ordeal, he sees that image reflecting back across him. Neatly arch trim eyebrows, shoulder length layer girlish haircut? Grimed Ezekiel to himself, as he had his sight onto his chest....thirty-four cup size. "ArggghHHHHHHARghhhhhh!!!!!" screamed Ezekiel, as he ran out from the bathroom, and headed straight for the door when suddenly, that door was swung open hard and hit him straight onto his frontal.

"My God Zee Ruth, are you okay Sweetie." sound that gentlemen, as he had his arms around Ezekiel's waist, while Ezekiel was frantically rubbing his hurting head.

"What did you call me?" asked Ezekiel frantically, as he struggles away from Daniel's arm. "And who the hell are you, someone to be part of my life?" cried Ezekiel, as he finally manage to push him away from his side. Daniel looks frantic with sadness in his eyes.

"I'm Daniel, your fiancee." utters Daniel, without second though.

"What, are you crazy or out of your mind? For God sake, get yourself a lady. I'm a male damn it!!!" yelled Ezekiel furiously. "And why am I turning into a female? Am I a freak? My name is not Zee...I'm not Zee" wailed Ezekiel, hysterically until few nurses cam running along, grabbing him on all sides, as they tries to calm him down. Finally, comes Nurse Pauline with the needle jab in her hands, that turns Ezekiel's mind back to slumber.

With still Daniel by his side, Ezekiel soon realized, as he was out from his cold turkey moment. "All along, you have been lying about yourself. How could you, playing my soul as such?" asked Daniel, with tears of hurt in his eyes.

"Look man, I don't understand what are you implying or trying to act?" replied Ezekiel scornfully.

"Ezekiel is your profound name. You are a male, and you have been keeping this matter away from me in the dark? You have been unfair to us, our relationship." continues Daniel.

"Relationship? What relationship?" retort Ezekiel.

Daniel, took his mobile phone and soon begins to show Ezekiel, numbers of pictures which both of them took together, looking like a real lover dopey couple. Ezekiel, shakes his head in disbelieving as he can't recall any of those moment at all, due to his massive amnesia. Stunned, shocked and in awe of oneness, as he tries hard to consolidate his thoughts, his past. "Ezekiel." repeats Ezekiel, upon that beautiful name, his name.

"My name is Ezekiel. I am Ezekiel, please forgive me for the wrong deeds, which I have done to you. But I'm going to set myself straight again, even if I need to rebuild the platform, which I have crushed due to my own foes." utters Ezekiel and that was his last words, their last moment together as lover form upon the repelling chamber of scales.


"My home." whispered Ezekiel, as he place Oasis, his pet turtle which he presume and his large suitcase upon the stairways of the huge mansion. Dust and cobwebs, were piling up on every corner of this forsaken home. "I live here once?" asked Ezekiel to himself with bewilderment, as he carefully amble through the living room, passing by the dining area and finally towards the kitchen. No matter how hard, he tries to recall any significant moment of been in that house, with any special someone, his family or anyone...but his mind was roaming oneness with none existence script. His family? He knew, he can't be living in this mansion all by himself. With still his old turtle in between his fingers, whom he had rename Molly, cause he simply can't recall what was the origin name of this old pet of his."If only Molly could speak yeah?" utters Ezekiel with a smile. He ties up his hair loosely, wearing huge checker shirt to hide the boobies, and how he felt so disgusted with himself. With three quarter knee length bermuda pants, but still he do make girls swoon off their feet, when he need to stop at certain station, to fill his tummy or to catch few naps at the local motel, before he finally reaches this home sweet home. Daniel is history, with frozen guilt mounting on the pole of Ezekiel's heart. But still, he felt that his past is simply dark and might be hellish and for this second chance which he has been gifted, he want to change. To amend the wrongs and make things right again.

Ambling towards the gloomy looking stairways that leads him towards the rest of the rooms in the house. Ezekiel felt shudder and kind of nervous too, he do belief in ghost and spirit but as hard as he could, he tries to brush off that heinous thoughts far away from his mind. With trembling hands, he grab onto the door knob and turns it to open the door of the first room, which looks like a teenage boy room, with massive huge flat panel television, play station and a laptop on the cabinet and shelves. He knew, this must be his room.The massive bookcase seems to attract his attention as he coming closer towards it. Cautiously rubbing his fingers upon the smooth but dusty oak wood shelf...and then he heard voices of gentle laughter and few more giggles. That voice....Ezekiel swiftly turns towards his side, but it was none that exist...it was his mind playing tricks on him again. Shattered mirror pieces and debris with dried stain blood, upon the carpeted floor. Unconsciously, Ezekiel held his palm towards the temple of his head as he slowly sat on the carpet on his bended knees. Taking the biggest piece from the broken mirror, he took a glimpse of his own reflection. His hands were trembling as his breathing gets heavy, almost breaking his soul but still he can't recall exactly what had happened. Suddenly, a just a glimpse moment, he thought he saw another reflection. In shocked he drop the mirror pieces and quickly stood up. Walking out from his room, he next came into another room which looks like the master bedroom. All cupboards were empty, nothing was left but just a shiny silver Rose pendant chain hanging by the coat stand, which seems to be dangling and swaying each time the cool evening breeze touches upon it. Ezekiel, pace nearer towards it and gently rubs it with his fingers. The huge bed was left untouched with it's grimy cream colored bed spread over it. Now with Molly and the rose pendant in his hands, Ezekiel walks closer towards the side of the bed as he saw a picture frame by the side of the night lamp. He took the frame as he sat on the bed with his eyes looking intensely towards the photo. A beautiful woman, with dark hair and amazing ash brown eyes, just like his very own sets of vision, Ezekiel knew this is his mother, but where is she ? And by her side was a very young and good looking gentlemen holding on to his mum so dearly." He can't be my father." thought Ezekiel to himself, but there's something that had attracts his attention upon that gentlemen. His gentle smile and eyes that is full of love and kindness. Placing his fingers upon that photo with tears in his eyes. "Are they all dead and gone?" sigh Ezekiel cause suddenly he felt all alone. Turning the frame backwards as he wanted to remove the photo off. After removing the clips on all sides of the frame, he took the photo and turns it to the other side. "May this love which we've had, last till the end of time. Thanks Eva for bringing in so much joy and love into my life. Love Riley." a beautifully hand written note, stated on it. "Eva...Riley. Riley....?" thought Ezekiel again as he frown hard trying to recall those names. "Was it left and to be gone, with no written notes on this concrete stone of my heart." whispered Ezekiel sorrowfully. What could possible harm happens to this noteworthy family? a ringing question that keeps on rewinding in his head.

Ezekiel stood up with his turtle, the rose pendant and the photo in his hands, as he walks out from the room. With sheering heart of amounting courage, Ezekiel force his might as he place his fingers upon the door knob and swung open the door of the study room. Cool shudder notion cross briefly upon his heart. The blinds in totally wreaked, and so was the condition of the room. Books, chairs and few display ornaments were strewn  all over the place. "It seems like there's a massive fight or a commotion going on here." thought Ezekiel, as he came in deeper inside the desolate room. Terror ran inside his nerves as he saw more blood stains, here and there that seems to be left for ages as it had dried itself of the surface. Stepping closer towards the large study table, which seems to be familiar, he felt so much pain cause he knew some how or rather, he was involved in this tragic chamber of chaos. Suddenly, he felt something beneath his feet. Stepping away and there he saw a ring. Ezekiel bend down and took the ring as he begins to stare hard towards it. "This must be his wedding ring. Trouble marriage it seems." utters Ezekiel to himself.

"You own me another round of bowling game." cried a voice.

"Huh!" gasp Ezekiel in fright. Was it his memory trying to immerse itself back inside his soul, or was it the lost soul trying to overcome his guts. "I can't be here all by myself. But first, this place really needs to be clean up." said Ezekiel as he looks at Molly. Ezekiel walks out from the room and shut the door behind before he went back into his old room. After feeding and placing back Molly inside the bowl, he took his mobile and begin searching for any cleaning services that is available for this huge project of clearing out the charts of his old being. His old closet can't be of any used to store his clothes either. Ezekiel removes his shirt as he puts on another white tees, tying up his hair even more tightly behind his head. He sat on the couch as he removes his socks, when suddenly he saw a half open book which was thrown right at the corner, underneath the bed. Crouching on his side, as he stretch his arm towards the book. It looks like a written journal and sadly this too was smeared with blood spots and stained. "Freaking notion, loathing heart. Grabbing amber burning my scabs. Smeared with plague, cutting me deep my fallen crest..." Ezekiel shivers cause, he knew this was his writing...too much pain, hatred and anger. "Was I born to be such a being? To be so remorse and burden with so much pain? Why did I make myself like this? " asked his soul, as he touch his chest. Ezekiel, wanting to read more about his past as he turns few pages from the front part of his dark maroon leather skin journal, when suddenly, the door bell rang almost making his skin jumps out from his bones. Carefully, he close back his journal and place it inside his bag as he stood up and walks out from his room. "Who could it be?" wonders Ezekiel as he looks at his watch, it was almost half past six in the evening.

Ezekiel opens the door and what a surprised he gets as there stood a very sweet gal with a pixie tinkle bell hair do, standing in front of the porch of his home. Her eyes were dark with urban blue glows, her nose were sharp that goes well with her rose bud lips.

"Hie, you must be Zee....Zee Ruth, the writer?" she asked with an angelic smile.

"Yeah, I suppose so." replied Ezekiel. "Zee Ruth, a writer eh?" rants that words in his head. "And you are?" he asked.

"I'm Iman from Burbur's publishing." she replied shortly. "Well, I wonder if I can have few minutes with you, it's about your work. Okay, actually, I'm a great, great fan of your writings. Your poetry's and short stories are awesome. And I really want to work with you. Together,we both could achieve something worthy." said Iman excitedly.

"Well, errr..please do come in, if you don't mind about these whole mess." welcomes Ezekiel with a mixed feeling of gladness, because at least he got some company from this jovial stranger. Iman enters the home, and from her eyes, she look kind of stunned and shocked but she's conceal those notion, as not wanting to make Zee feels uneasy.

"I'm sorry. I can order pizza's if you want." rants Ezekiel. "Stupid....stupid!!!" cried his inner voice. He was nervous but still, it seems he can't get his eyes off from her eyes, as there seems so much tales inside it.

"It's okay Zee. I've already had my tea break just now, but if you still want to order well, I can't turn that offer down could I?"said Iman with a smile. Ezekiel giggles upon hearing that remarks from her, as he picks his mobile and dial for the pizza delivery centre. After he had made the necessary calls, he said on the couch opposite Iman, feeling like an idiot as he can't strike any conversation with her.

"I'm so sorry about your accident." begins Iman. Ezekiel nods his head looking grim as he was not too incline to talk about that freak accident.

"By the way, how did you know where to find me here?" he asked curiously.

"From Daniel, actually I went over to visit thinking that you are there, but Daniel gave me this home address instead and ask me to search for you here." replies Iman.

"You travel from Rome and come all the way that far just to look for me?" asked Ezekiel with emphatic.

"Hey, I'm your fan, so it's worth my day though." cried Iman with a grin.

Sitting by the porch just outside the kitchen, facing the moon light beam while enjoying their pizza, barbecue chicken wings and coke, two hearts were adorned with so much laughter and joy. Sharing hopes and dreams together, it seems strange though, thought Ezekiel, he's just known her for few minutes and now look at them, talking and giggling like just like old school friends. Iman was open to all her subjects, some are weird and funny because, all along she had her mind thinking that Ezekiel was Zee. Ezekiel on the other hand, still not wanting to disclose his real side of being a him.

"Thanks for agreeing with my humble request Zee. I'm so looking forward to work with you." utters Iman as she stood up.

"So am I. I've got alot more to learn from you though." replied Ezekiel with a genuine smile of hope. "Well, where are you putting up being in this town?" he asked, as he feels kind of concerned.

"A motel, somewhere around this town." said Iman.

Ezekiel looks at his watch and it's almost half past twelve in the morning. "Maybe you should stay put here for the night. It's just not safe for a young girl like you to be travel all alone in a town like this at this hour." said Ezekiel. Iman was uncertain at first but Zee do have a point there too.

"A night will do for me." said Iman shortly and this time she felt kind of edgy.

"You can used my room upstairs, it's more fit for a human there." noun Ezekiel with a grin.

Iman smiles cheekily as she said. "I will gladly accept that offer, if you willing to share that gigantic room with me."

"What?" asked Ezekiel frantically. "No, no I meant, well errghhh....!"

"Oh! Come on Zee, we are both girls....me and my sister always share the same bed together, we had pillow fights, boys talk and lots of fun." cried Iman. "And furthermore, you remind me so much about her, and I kind of miss her alot....miss her old self more." continue Iman, looking solemn. Ezekiel was simply out of words, he was dumbstruck. "Please, Zee." pleads Iman.

"All right, you head along first. I shall get by soon." state Ezekiel remorsefully. Iman eyes, twinkle in delight as she race up the stairs and headed towards the room where Ezekiel had shown her. Ezekiel shuts his eyes as he shakes his head. Walking back towards the kitchen, as he sat upon the porch and look up towards the moon. 'Charismatic looming crest upon thee eyes, Significant keys unlocked gates to thee heart. Forsaken moon rays beaming calming upon souls. Secret love illumine inside my heart.'

Flip Chart : Chapter Twenty

“Hmmm, no, no, it’s Zee Ruth…you may just call me Zee.” exclaimed Ezekiel feeling , as ‘she’ profoundly corrected Yasmeen’s statement.

“What…what have you done to yourself?” stammered Yasmeen, her dreams of wanting to amend the stain which could be still haunting Ezekiel’s soul, were cruelly devastated by Zee…the new being possessing Ezekiel’s soul. Tears of distraught begins to form in her eyes. Zee, came closer towards Yasmeen, looking sympathetically, towards her with ‘her’ attention of wanting to comfort embrace her. However, Yasmeen took few steps away from ‘him’ and ran out from the café, bringing her shattered spirit along.

Zee, clenched ‘her’ fist by ‘her’ sides, but still ‘she’ make up her mind to follow Yasmeen…as ‘she’ knew, ‘she’ does own, Yasmeen an explanation for been missing three years away from her life.....three wasted years and horrifying struggles on 'her' part.

"Yasmeen !" Zee, calling out to her calmly.

"You came back, after been missing again from my life, bringing me this about yourself?" asked Yasmeen, as she fought hard to remain compose.

"I thought of all people, you suppose to understand, because, you are my best friend!" utters Zee, feeling kind of rejected after seeing Yasmeen, reacting negatively upon the latest score of 'her' flip chart. "Anyway, this is only eighty person, not the whole of it, that will sums up my percentage chart." rants Zee, sarcastically.

"What, do you meant by this? Ezekiel, you know how much I have been, so in love with you. I want to be with you, be a wife and a mother to your child, you have promised me...about our love, remember. How could you, ruin what we have both been sketching about all this dreams in our hearts?" wept Yasmeen, as she begins to shiver with her own fear....she knew, she had already lost him.

"I'm sorry Yasmeen, I can't be like how I used to be. Forget about Ezekiel, cause he's already dead, he can't be exist any longer." explained Zee, with broken tears in 'her' heart. "I'm moving on with something else, I have make the choice, and this is what I've choose. Please forgive me Yasmeen." utters Zee. Evening cool breeze blew gently upon them, two long lost lovers, but love notes that were only preciously written on Yasmeen's script, however not on the other being. Decree on both symphony, has been cruelly written as such, but Yasmeen knew, she's got to take it, take it with a full stride of hope. Diminish hope, was it all too late? Or was this yet another circle of trials which she needs to ride along with her best friend. Hate the sins, but not the sinner, a wise words from a great sage, she had read...

"Beautiful, to follow suit with the profound positive attributes of the chosen elite, the people of God. Though, it may be hard to be incline towards the goodness of it, but those elite have struggles and fought hard with their own weakness, just to bring mercy and compassion for us the commoners to be dwelling in this wreaking society. May Allah have mercy on all of us, for now and for the rest of all the days to come. Like how His elite lovers has struggle hard to bring back what has been lost, well so am I. I can never ever give up on the ones that I love. Think about those words...Ezekiel and please reflect back on your part. Is this what you are truly, really made off ? " finally said Yasmeen, before she headed back towards the path and left.

The calmness of the evening, suppose to bring pleasure upon these two hearts, but it seems to be the either wise. Tears of dejection begins to form in Ezekiel's eyes. He felt numbed....it seems his feet can't be move as he watch Yasmeen, walking away from his side. Thinking hard upon those sentiment, which Yasmeen has threw right in front of his face, has definitely hit him straight right to the core of his soul. With that light courage which was merely left in his soul, he dial his mobile for a cab and not forgetting an air flight ticket back to Rome.

Zee Ruth, her just new added friend, was actually her precious long lost heart. Twisted fate with compelling sentiment of hurt....eventually, Yasmeen give in to her weakness, as she begins to weep sorrowfully. Clouding blindness of erosion dense sky, seems to be bringing her, few years back, on the day when she has given her heart to him. Enough is, enough, cried her inner voice.  "I guess my mum is right all along about this. For how long must I be sucking in his pain, for how much longer do I have to sacrificed my future stake just for the sake of him." Thought Yasmeen sorrowfully to herself. Chances after chances were sprung on his side, but why does it seems hard for him to take it with a full stride.  Concluding her charts on Ezekiel, she knew...she should just move on...move on to the other side of the bridge. Wiping her tears off from her face, she pace slowly towards the shower room to make her ablution, in preparation for her to perform her late evening prayer.

"Poignant gravity of erosion guts, with anguish tale of heart sunken haul. In desperation for compelling brink of hope, mounting faith kindles light in soul. Heart sentiment, note of truth, binding guts of potion Trust. Bringing soul for noun of spark...igniting heart towards Oneness of Love." sign off Zee, with remorseful guilt that begins to agonize 'her' soul. Placing back 'her' notebook onto the side table, 'she' amble slowly towards the long standing mirror, that was place against the wall of the living room, 'she' begins to ponder and look with wonder, upon 'her' ample and alluring self. Bringing 'her' finger upon 'her' own image, with empty courage and sinking hope. Three years back, after Riley's tragic suicide, Ezekiel rope of ember, begins to burnt and cut deep inside his soul. He felt lost...so lost. His mum Eva, wouldn't care less about his welfare any longer, as she took this new chance of freedom, with her illicit lover and left. Sending cheques throughout the months, in a form to sustain her son's education and lodging. But fate has been crafting well for Ezekiel, for Riley's mansion was place under his name. However, that does not even cure the sickness pain in his spirit. Eva came back occasionally, but not feeding him with any potion of love or courage, but splint him with more thorns of placid words. Each and every passing moment, was sure a sheer torment on his side. He was alone....alone and in desperation for courage. Yasmeen, do cross his mind, but seeing the blissful changes in her....Ezekiel, just do not have the heart, to bring in his sorrow...inside her life. That will be unfair to her. Always thinking that Riley's death was due to his own fault, as that what his mum has merciless claim."Did I had given any loop holes or clues upon her horrendous affair? Or was it through my journal, which Riley might have been secretly read.?" those answered questions, keeps on ringing in his thoughts.



“Mum, I swear, I didn’t know, he had some how came to know about this, from my journal. In fact, I did not spill any of those juicy shit details, about your shameful deeds, with that sugar kid of yours.” retort Ezekiel furiously, as his mum was pushing all the blame to him, after Riley’s horrendous suicide. “I feel the lost more than you do mum! He was my best friend and a father, whom I was not been bless with. You are the one that had break his spirit..” cried Ezekiel, as he tries to conceal his hurting soul, as much as he could away from this ‘witch’.

“You are just like your father, full of ego, never to admit any mistakes or err that happens.” wailed his mum, as she threw the journal straight onto his face. “What sin have I committed, to be curse for a son like you?” snarl Eva, with tears of anger and hatred filling up her deep sunken eyes.

Picking up his journal, with heart fill with hurting soul and despair. With his sight and a dangling hope of courage, which seems to be slipping away from his heart. His mum would not care less, as she headed straight towards her room, before she bang shut the door behind her. In just few minutes, she rushed off towards the stairways, bringing her large suitcase with her. She's leaving much to Ezekiel dismay. No doubt, he still care, he still love this woman that had bore him.....but at what cost?

"Mum!" cried Ezekiel, tearfully. "If you leave, what will happen to me?" asked Ezekiel, with an urgency of desperation.

"Aren't you that too keen, to be living with me ? You always think like you had it all, just like your sickening father! So be it then. I'm leaving this stupid place for good, anyway Ezekiel, about your expenses, you don't have to worry. You will still, be fed! Anyway, you have already gotten yourself, this huge home and his book store, cause you are a real sucker for him." bawl Eva, as she headed straight towards the door.

"So, it that why, you feel so sore ? Because Riley has left me, with all this?" cried Ezekiel, in disbelief.

"I don't give a shit, about how you want to think about me." retort Eva, as she pulls the Rose pendant chain and threw it onto Ezekiel's feet. "And yes Ezekiel, me bringing you back here, is just a drama, to show that horrid grandma of yours, of what I'm capable of...and now all my cards has been shown, it seems you are of no used to me anymore. I'm so sorry about your father, but too bad, I'm not getting any score from his child that I bore." smirk Eva, as she finally took her steps and left...leaving Ezekiel with a massive crack in his soul.

Dragging his fragmented heart, as he ambles back towards his room still taking his journal tightly around finger. With tears of sorrow, Ezekiel amble gradually towards the big standing mirror, which was place against the wall right at the corner of his room. His journal slipped off from his palm, but still he pace closer towards his distorted image, for that was the setting motion, which had spill into his mind. Ezekiel gave a loud scream, as he bang himself hard against the mirror, sending million smashed little pieces of fragment mixed with terrifying blood, all around the floor. The agonizing pain was killing him, as bits of those shattered mirrors piecing deep into his skin, cutting his face, hands and both his palm. Suddenly in the midst of his torment, his mobile phone rattles upon his table, where Oasis bowl was place on. Ezekiel's fight his weary mind, as his head begins to get disconcerted, due to the massive lost of blood. He crawls and struggle to pick up his call....and with his last strain of nerve a murmur hello from his cord and then dead line.

With Saif by his side, Ezekiel knew he was safe somewhere in a hospital. His pain has been numbed due to all the anesthesia. He knew his face has been mummified, with thick gauze and bandages. So were both of his arms. "Thank God, you are not blinded by those mirror pieces, but still?" said Saif, as he shakes his head remorsefully.

"I don't care, even if I lost, how I used to look....!!!" stammered Ezekiel.

"Shouldn't you be thanking God, that you are still alive!!!" retort Saif. Ezekiel remains silent much to Saif dismay. "Eze, you will be just fine. I've already spoken with one of the doctor, you still got your face..just few cuts, here and there." continue Saif, but still Ezekiel remains quite.

"I just want to be alone." utters Ezekiel, breaking the twenty minutes silent. Saif place his fingers gently upon Ezekiel's shoulder before he left.

After few weeks been copped up in this hospital, soon his mummified face has been derailed from all those bandages with few doctors and nurses enclosing him. Seeing deep long scars across his face, seems to bring in so much pleasure inside his soul. "Yes. This is what I have been wishing for." snarl his devilish heart, with a sick scheme, rotating in his soul. He got the money, the wealth, everything....everything!!! "Please get me the best plastic surgeon and get rid of all this scars....and there's more to it...change me to another being...to be a woman." request Ezekiel, much their surprised. Counselling was given to him for couple of months and even few rounds of mind medicine treatment, but it was to no avail, cause Ezekiel has make up his mind...to be known as Zee Ruth.

Beep!Beep! There goes the door bell upon Zee's department, startle 'her' away from her horrendous past. Moving away from that long standing mirror, as 'she' rush to open the door. "Daniel, you are back !!! Oh! How I miss you so..." cried Zee, as 'she' welcomes Daniel, 'her' boyfriend for almost two years, whom 'she' had accidentally met, at the dental centre...and such a great irony, for Daniel a dentist, was married with three kids, but decides to leave his wife for' Zee'...with a 'splendid' reason....Zee understands him better than Sue...his genuine wife.

Sipping light tea, with few pieces of ginger snaps, do set those love birds hearts at ease of leisure. "Fallen Crest a noble knight moan. For the lost of his tribes and caravan woes. Being alone with just a broken sword. To carry off his might with no latitude to fight. Succumb to wounds, oh where is Thee Light...moaning spirit carousel the night? Predestine to lost, but never to gain. An outcry of fallen noble knight moan. Night was silent, with beaming moon alluring sight. Noble Knight, took a glance and was mystify. All throughout his battles, in midst of night till dawn...but now, noble knight ponder of what he had never found. Mystify moon, singing with his heart..in silent but serenading score. Broken sword slipped off from his hands.Humming nightingales, another leisure sense, prick his heart to content. Lavender bush, transient aura, illumine noble knight's soul....ending his plague. Am lost with little, but I have regain with more...what pride do I need? Since I've been enliven with another chance of hope. Not wanting to forsake this chance, noble knight walk miles with steadfast courage, in search for Oneness unlock Door." saving 'her' draft note, before Zee finally turns off 'her' notebook and place on the side table.

"Another writing I presume?" asked Daniel, with a smile. Zee nodded 'her' head, but 'she' look gloom and troubles. "Hey! Is everything all right, since I've left?" asked Daniel, again as he begins to sound concern.

"Yasmeen." thought Zee to 'herself', but 'she' just shakes 'her' head with, "I'm just tired that's all." a profound, reason to cover up 'her' past. Daniel, was unknown about it all.....almost about everything, not even about his part of being noun Ezekiel.

"Zee, I guess, it is about time, we should be getting serious on our relationship. How much longer, do I have to wait, until you could say yes to my proposal?" asked Daniel gently, as he brings his hands and held on to Zee's slender fingers.

"Daniel, please just give me more time, to settle some of my needs. I've just started out, publishing few of my writings and I do not want this marriage, to be a hindrance to my work. Not at this moment..please." plead Zee with a tinge of guilt encircling in 'her' mind. Daniel was such a wonderful person. He was loving, kind, gentle and funny....a substitute of Riley...sadly that's how Zee has put it.

Placing the white furry blanket over Daniel's body, as Zee watches him sleeps. Walking out from his room, as she gets back to her notebook and turn it on. In just few seconds, 'her' new appointment was approved...a surgery to fixed to make things right..no more hiding the compelling truth of Ezekiel.