السلام عليكم ورحمة الله : )
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It was the third year in the secondary school, and my best year in school.
I was the best in my class and the teachers' favorite, due to my high grades and the general, notorious stupidity of my class.
I was taking extra evening lessons; nice time to study, few students, quite environment and teachers with no excuses to skip my questions.
That were great times to remember, till one day, a terrible experience happened.
A normal evening lesson, the other students just took a picture for the board using their cellular phones and left, while I haven't had a camera in my phone that time.
I didn't take so long copying that equations, but I noticed something; I was alone, and out there it was so quite. Well, being alone is always a problem, whenever, wherever.
Bah! What's the worst could happen? I am finished. I grapped my stuff, and got out of the classroom. I was walking down the stairs when I heard some weired sounds like "click, click".
Then it felt like something huge stood up so fast right behind me, dropping a bigger shadow in my sight, since the lights were behind me.
No! It wasn't the vice princible or one of the Night Corridor Guardians, I quickly understood what just happened.
It wasn't something blocking the lights, the lights themselves were being turned off, one by one. That sounds!
For me, darkness was far worse than any Jinny guarding the corridors. This IS the worst thing could happen!
Directly I jumped the remaining 5 steps, not thinking about the types of hernia I could get, as I learned in clinical anatomy.
I hit the floor like a big skinny frog, and started to run before I could stand up, costing me precious two seconds in running with my hands still on the cold dirty floor.
Thanks to my light weight, I was running so fast that I crossed my short cut, the school mosque with 6 three-meter-long steps.
I knew that when I saw my footsteps on the carpet later, trying my best to pretend that I am also wondering about the criminal who dared to muddy up the carpet.
Still running to the great door with light glowing through its window's glass, I was being followed by the shadows, literally.
Every classroom door or painting I ran across, I saw the darkness swallows them by the corners of my eyes.
It was the only light I could see now, I reached the door, feeling the same thing that Captain Majid feels when he reach the goal; it was a long journey.
But that evil door was closed! I started to hit it with every bony organ in my body, even my head.
Only the deep darkness that covers everything could be seen when I took a look over my shoulder.
I gave the door my last devastating hit, when this old man came grapping a wrench as a weapon, looking through the glass.
For his great fear and wonder, he shouted: "What's that, Zole?". I was so relieved to see a human being right now.
"Open the door, uncle" I replied, while looking at the unnecessarily-bringed wrench he had got.
He saw my stretched eyes and knew that I was just a harmless student.
"They told me that eveyone is out, Zole." said the Sudanese Gate Keeper while opening the lock and releasing the chains.
I was out, Thank god. I think it was just a carelessness, he didn't check, and those students just said it for I know how careless they were.
Well, I still like evening shifts. I even took my medical training at night shift, which is after midnight. They call it officially: "The Grave Shift".
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May Allah keep you safe
