Prologue: Mirage of Fading Memories
The haze of early morning clings stubbornly to the earth for as long as night remains. Then, borne upward by the irresistible rays of the sun, it vanishes, unseen until the next evening. The ancient cycle endures indefinitely, death and rebirth as constant as the everlasting sun.
I lived my life in a similar fashion, with only a select few hours to call my own. Then, I too I would disappear without a trace to some destination invisible to the primitive human conception.
Never before did I consider the qualities of self and identity as blessings. They are, rather, guaranteed to a person, even if they are unaware of it. So I thought until the morning that my father returned from Egypt...