That dream again... You've been tormented for a few months now for a dream that you always have. Where you see a young man but the only thing you can remember about him are his beautiful brown eyes which makes you can't get it out of your head.

You got up, went out and did what you always did during the day, at night you walked through the cold streets of Egypt. You walked calmly until you stopped in front of the alley where the witches and fortune tellers are always.

You hesitated but went into the alley, looking for an answer as to why you keep dreaming about that young man. You enter a tarot tent and sit on the chair in front of the fortune teller, when you look up, you freeze, that fortune teller... He was just like the young man of your dreams, the fortune teller notices your look and smiles slightly at you.

"Welcome, I am Muhammad Avdol, call me Avdol. Do you want to know your future or are you coming here for answers?"