"The 7 and da 8…57….999 1711…all fuckers….yeah….arghrrrrh…"
(Raises a voice between the four white walls of a cell as someone was writing inside the cell in the Ragat Jail and he threw the pen,holding his head,he fell on the floor.2 guards out of the cell one standing normally,the other trying to cope the emotions his eyes filled with tears holding his rifle,both guards with white hand glows and army suits,soon comes a boy as the metal door slide opens)
Joylin:(comes near the particular cell as silence was insured after the shout):"I need 5 mints."
Guard:(holds his emotions not like the other one so normal):"Take your time…sir."
(Opens the door for him by his finger print and the mirror shield disappears and Joylin enters with a blue beam touching his feet.The both guards move away for their rest rooms.Joylin alone in the cell looks at the meaningless writings on the wall.Joylin takes his hat off in his hands puts it on the bed and sits on the floor legs fold-up by the wall his back,looks at the man shivering looking down curtained hairs sleeves up asylum's dress)
Joylin:(with very low pitch in a very low voice):"Sir…"
Mr Umar Khayyam:"Huh?....you….you….are a jew.."
Joylin:"Yes….ye…yes my lord."
Mr Umar:"Don't do that?!."
Joylin:(copes):"What…sir.."
Mr Umar:(laughs in a creepy way):"Don't show me so respect…my brown beard and curtained hairs touching my shoulders…ha! ha! I am mad.."
Joylin:(in his coat as was Mr Umar wearing,emotionally):"No sir…you are not,in court what you did was not what a mad man would do..but a brave man's sign…please stand up tell me your story…I want to know…"
Mr Umar:(laughs rather whistling)
Joylin:(looks down in shame)
Mr Umar:(shivering hands while looking down and his hairs on eyes):"I was a professor…"
Joylin:(starts listening with all focus)
Mr Umar:"I was a professor….I cracked the code…I did…I did…I did…I cracked the code…and it was a break through…it was a key to get my students free from the fucking way they were being treated….they were taught absolutely stupid things…the earth moves around the sun and all that…rubbish! I stood up uttered some hate speech and some facts…enjoyed my honesty and wanted to make some difference…I somehow got myself into politics…and boom I got some higher position…only wanted to make some difference…but they…they came.."
Joylin:(arms crossed by legs with a frown on his head):"Who? Who came?."
Mr Umar:(laughingly):"like..you don't know who they were…like you don't fuckin know who they were! The triangle flags…I was out of matrix now…I not just knew some things…I knew how media is working for them…I didn't just wanted to do something for my students…for everyone…for the world…they took me out…like a hair in a bowl of yogurt…in the court I had to arrive…I tried to defend myself but while hand shake with one of opposite side one's…some..thing bit me…it was a drug…a drug which makes you laugh un-controllably…it effects a bit later…when I was in court…I was now to speak for myself but I started laughing..I took a paper to write the reality...but you….it were you who vanished the paper….huh!...clever…and bang I was in…"
Joylin:(takes the paper out and puts it on the floor in front of him as he opens his eyes as the story finished):"If I had not taken this secretly…they were going to shoot you in front of the entire court room..the judge was also their property as you know…sir.."
Mr Umar:(takes the paper tapping on it):"Ah…1 M...2 P....3 J….4…W."
Joylin:(in suspense):"What does this mean?."
Mr Umar:(in clear voice):"1st they conrol media…then politicians…then….judiciary..then the whole world.."
(Torns the paper in disappointment)
Joylin:(watches him helplessly ashamed of himself):"Wish I could have stood for you…I could have talked but I had to assist them making the point you were mad..I am sorry.."
Mr Umar:"Ha..Ha..Ha…they would have cut me into two halves…kid…you saved me..calling me mad….don't be sorry…my grey hair always pray for you….."
Joylin:(takes a metal ball out of his coat pocket):"However,mistakes are to be corrected…and there is not time limitations for that…right?."
Mr Umar:"Is this…"
Joylin:"Prison's Soul Killer..."
(Turns the sides of the ball oppositely and the ball opens a bit with deactivating the CCTV cameras with all the security and all the doors open.Guards run but the guard from the very beginning having sentiment for Mr Umar understands and with a smile on his face with coping face uses his rifle to shoot the other guards and thus makes Mr Umar's escape with Joylin possible.As they got out by many open metal doors,they ran towards jungle,alarms start to ring so loud,as it was the night time.Mr Umar with his one hand long brown beard just running with Joylin doesn't even looks back and finally they get a horse out side and sit on it,as the white horse was now in control of Mr Umar they make their way out of jungle and reach at a very distance place,hidden actually in a graveyard was a hut,with some broken and scratched windows.Mr Umar gets off the horse first and kicks in the huts door and the wooden door opens,inside was so dark,a table with a bed,a carpet,a mirror at the corner,and at the very side,a washroom with it's door closed and near the table was a wooden chair.Joylin follows him inside the hut and both get themselves on the floor and by running too much and all that pressure on brain,both black out with horse outside looking for a sleep as the guards would have never been able to find them at a place the graveyard was,even there were rumours there lives some ghost,a brutal one so none was gonna come at this side of the town)