This is my tribute to Sophiya Haque. R.I.P Sophiya.
It wasn`t her fault. She was only doing what she thought best. Senkhara looked around the empty hall, sad and alone.
"I didn`t mean to do it! It was a moment of desperation, I wish I could make it up to you!"
She felt it so strongly. She wished she hadn`t done all she did wrong in her life. She wished she could give Tutankhamun his life back, her stepson. She cried at the thought.
"Please, help me. Tell me how I can reverse this, how I can try to give it back! I know I can`t ever put it right, but please, allow me to try!"
She didn`t know who she was speaking to, or if anybody was listening, until a voice came through.
"Hello? Is there somebody in here? Hello?"
She looked up, seeing a blond boy, in his grey robes.
"Tutankhamun, is that you?"
"Yes. I heard your plea for help."
"I regret it, you know. I regret taking your young life. You had so much going for you. I was jealous. I know I was wrong."
"Never mind that now. There is a way you can try to make amends for it."
"Tell me, I`ll do it. Please."
"You can take to a child, one about to enter the world and turn it into a good child, one to make life new and better. Do that and your soul will be cleansed of the sins you regret so much."
She nodded and agreed to do so on the spot.
She sighed and knew that she was doing her best to give a young child a extraordinary opportunity, the one her stepson never got. And for her, that was the best feeling in the universe.
There we go. Rest in peace, Sophiya. Random Dizzy.