Novel, Part One

I saw it... and without any preamble... I fully believed that the time of miracles was not over yet.

As if God had specially created for me a miracle of beauty to complete the missing part of faith in my heart.. I don't think that it was created like us.. A sperm, then a leech, then an embryo.. The stages of creation then undoubtedly were different.. I imagined it started with professionally drawn lines...

Then it was meticulously painted...

Its maker deliberately made from it a quantity sufficient for only one human being.. I look at it as I look at my favourite paintings.. I called it the painting of perfection.. which the painter did not make a mistake, even if it was a small mistake, as if it was created as a message from God to the most skilled human painters. They are just Hobby.

An accident that caused Ziad to start life again from the day of his birth. And also with the same memory that he had with him before the accident..but when life would give him a golden opportunity like this, he would choose the same choices and not change his choices.