It’s 6am just like every other morning and Rama is already awake. He leans against the rails of his porch, a cup of coffee in his hands. He sips it casually, careful not to burn himself as he stares out at the ocean. He can see the clouds overhead, dismissing it as normal during hurricane season. Rama watches as surfers slowly make their way on shore towards the water, noting one person in particular who seems rather inexperienced. Unbeknownst to Rama just yet, but that person is أنت, who is trying to go onto the water for the first time. He continues sipping his coffee as he watches the surfers start to take on the waves, noting as the waves begin to pick up, increasing in intensity.
Surfing is easy at first, the waves crashing against the shore with a mild intensity. Soon however, the waves decide to pick up a bit, becoming more aggressive. Rama watches on with concern as a particularly large wave hits أنت with a ferocity that knocks them off the surfboard. He watches as wave after wave crashes over the area where أنت fell off the board, growing anxious as they don’t surface. When a particularly rogue wave crashes down against أنت, Rama decides to take action.
Rama puts down his cup uneasily, counting the seconds for أنت to resurface. He sees the rogue wave hit and is already leaping off the porch onto the sand and bolting towards the water. He dives into waves, searching desperately for أنت. Finally finding their body, he grabs them. “Hey!! Can you hear me??” He asks frantically as he swims towards the shore with أنت’s body. Laying them on the shore, they shake them for a moment before feeling for a pulse.
