Half Human

By Manal Al-Omari

If all the feelings that define our humanity are prone to vanish. What should we do to avoid this?
This shocking and provocative question is at the core of this remarkable and inspiring book.
Through of its main character “Baha” - who has been involved against a bunch of robots and his huge sacrifices to put their harm away- this book has highlighted the importance of human feelings in our lives despite technology’s advancement.
This novel goes beyond the event, dive into what it means to be threatened by our own makings, and then deeply explains how humans will look like once stripped of his good emotions and what to do in order to avoid such a disaster.
If you are interested in discovering the no feelings human’s figure, and what sacrifices a human being will be ready to present in order to protect his humanity, this is definitely the right book for you.
Enjoy it!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Manal Al-Omari
• Release date: Dec 24, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463005712

Manal Al-Omari

Hello friendly readers, This is Manal Al-Omari, from Jordan, one of the Arabic countries in the Middle East, Arabic native language, born in Amman 1973. I like reading in several topics including health, sport, self development, and stories. Since I am a governmental employee and my work is somehow bureaucratic, I thought of something to be as a motivation, to stay me all the time in courage, in short, to feel the high self evaluation and confidence. I attended many courses to develop myself as English courses, Microsoft office, and Audio media training diploma, until the time came and decided to take the try of writing a book, one day I said to myself why not? let your thoughts and values go out, and seen by others - I don't know may be that was because of self development books I've read- so I took the first step, brought a pen and paper, started with creating the ideas may I write about. I decided first to write in my major - business administration - but I felt that it won't be professional enough and needs deep studies to be able to write such a good quality book, later I thought about writing stories, I really found it more fun and enjoyable since I create everything in them as I want, I develop the characters and what to say or not to say, I can discuss the idea by my view or others views by character's act, I discovered that when we write a story we really put ourselves in the place of others which will help too much in understanding people in real life, and in result will reduce conflicts. Generally the genre I like to write is Fiction, May I turn to another topic in the future, who knows ... Finally, maybe somebody says its late to start writing and building your future as an author, but I believe that our dreams and goals are not restricted by age, and you can start at any time.

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HALF HUMAN

FICTION NOVEL

BY

MANAL AL-OMARI

HALF HUMAN

© 2019 by Manal Al - Omari

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means – electronic, mechanical, photographic (photocopying), recording, or otherwise – without prior permission in writing from the author.

DEDICATION

For

The pure soul … Dad ...

The source of life and its water... Mother

The tenderness in all its colors... Sister

My knights and power... Brothers

The flowers of my family... Nephews

All my friends and relatives...

For you all I dedicate my first writings...

CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER ONE

I am a human being ... with an independent entity, it happened that my desire is in conflict with my father’s desire, But … why should this cause amazement? The dissimilarity is God’s will on this earth.

It was the first morning of the second semester, when the winter break between the two semesters was over, the streets in Amman were full of students heading to their schools, I could see that enthusiasm, coupled with fear in those young peoples’ eyes as they talked about their results and their future expectations.

Will we receive the certificates today?

Yes, of course, we usually receive them on the first school day after the holiday.

I am stressed…

Me too, but haven’t we learned that those who work hard will end up achieving their goals, and we have done well during the class, right?

This type of anxiety did not affect me; I was not one of those who worked hard and perseveringly, my result will be what it will be, so why worry?

Good morning kids, was your holiday good?

Good morning principal! Yes, it was amazing.

Principal ... Will we receive our results today?

Yes, son, and I will first begin distributing certificates to the top three.

The announcement of the results ended, and the joy and pleasure replaced the morning’s anxiety -the anxiety that I never felt.

I forgot that I didn’t get my result, suddenly a loud and strong voice surprised me:

Baha Salem… Baha Salem

My reaction was silence, and then I rectified the situation and said:

Yes, Professor?

Don't you want your result, Baha? Let your father come to receive it.

My father? Why?

I need to talk to him; I will be expecting him tomorrow morning.

The bell rang, announcing the end of school hours, number of students rushed to leave the school quickly, racing to announce their joyful results to their parents, for others, they moved with weighed legs and seemed to wish that time would stop or that the distance to their homes would be multiplied many times in order to avoid confronting their parents with the results.

But I was not this nor that; my preoccupation was why the principal wanted to talk to my father, certainly it’s not about my results—my eleventh grade’s results were the same as in previous grades, and they were always the weakest over the years.

My God… what is this thing called studying, which I have never wanted and will not be convinced of its importance? Why this fatigue? I have never seen a single example of an ordinary learner who has gained fame or even respect and appreciation unless he is a genius, and geniuses are rare, the rest of the learners are ordinary people who get awarded with crumbs compared to the fatigue and effort they experienced during the study.

While I was having these thoughts, I saw that I had reached my house, I opened the door and said:

Hello... I'm back.

Hello, son, Mom greets.

How was your day son? what is wrong? You look anxious... Did something happen?

No… Everything is cool.

Mom stops talking and silence remained for a while, she then started talking again.

Ah, yes, I remember, perhaps you had bad results, but what is strange about that? This is not the first time.

Certainly, Mom, this is not the first time, that’s why I told you that everything is cool, the problem is that the principal asked to see my father to hand him my degree himself.

Son, I don’t want to keep saying this every single day, but isn’t it time to give importance to your studies? Look at your classmates, don’t you feel jealous? you are so clever, so why are you doing this?

Come on, Mom, don’t you ever get tired of this subject? How many times should I tell you: I don’t like studying, I am not interested in it, it’s not what I desire and being clever is the exact reason why I don’t care about it, what did learners do? For God’s sake, Mom, tell me… Can’t you see my cousins; one of them is an employee in a ministry, another is a clerk in court; and the best of them is a school headmaster or an accountant in a bank, what if I don’t study, what am I going to do? A forger... a carpenter... or even a mechanic, maybe these jobs will make me more money! Don’t you see our neighbor, Abu Abdullah the mechanic,—his income is not less than one thousand dinars per month, as well as our neighbor Abu Al-Nimr and others…

And how many times do I have to tell you, Baha, that the learner gets a high social status and he is respected and appreciated by people! They listen to him, don’t you understand? Don't you have a working mind?

Dad... how long have you been here?

Look, Baha, this is too much, Our relatives are not better than us since they are educated and we are ignorant, do you understand? If I had other children I wouldn’t even bother myself telling you this, so you have to do everything you can to excel and this is the last thing to say.

Abdul Rahman, my dear husband, do not worry, our son will follow our advice; he is still a young man and does not know what hurts him and what benefits him.

My father turned his face to announce his deep resentment and went to wash his hands in preparation for lunch, I got his attention to me again by saying:

Dad... I know you're angry, but I have to tell you that the principal asked me to tell you to come to school, he wants to talk to you.

Oh, great... What does he want to talk to me about? Are you a little kid so he tells me to take care of my son’s studies? Ah your studies are a huge failure... and yet you push me to stand in shame and embarrassment in front of your teacher, Oh… God, give me patience, what should I do?

No, I am the one asking for patience from you, God, when will the repetition of this conversation end? When will this society accept the fact that it needs skilled tradesmen, just as it needs those of thoughts, culture and science… and even if they end up getting that, each of us will avoid being skilled in workmanship, and wants to be the one who is educated well, for what? Ah, I forgot... for that so-called social status...

We sat at the lunch table; we ate our food in disturbing silence, none of us talked, as if we were strangers to each other, the anger that dwelled in my father's heart, and the rejection of his thoughts in my mind, worked together to build a solid wall that was impregnable between us, while my poor mother was full of sadness and confusion, I felt that she was suffocating with every little bit.

Mom, Dad... Excuse me, I'll go to my room to rest a little.

To rest? Instead of saying, I have to start preparing my lessons for tomorrow... Will you spend your whole life asleep?

Dad, please, that's enough…

Enough, both of you! How can your nerves bear this? So cruel! Enough…

All right, Mom, don't get angry, I apologize... Please allow me to go out to see some of my friends? I won't be late... See you later.

CHAPTER TWO

Yes, it is a noble mission, but it seems blurry ... an unfamiliar enemy from a race different than mine, I throw myself into his home to fight a war against him but ... without a plan

Though I was in broad daylight, I could see a darkening blackness, what is this darkness? Where am I? What is this place? My hands are tied and my feet are bound; who laid me on this strange bed?

I shouted a loud cry in which I appealed to my father and mother, but this cry was not heard by anyone except me; it was a cry that did not leave my lips, I looked around to see a few people dressed in surgeons’ uniforms heading towards me, for a moment, my heart almost came out of my chest...

Calm down, Baha, we are here to help you solve your problem.

My problem? What problem is that? Who are you and what is this place?

Take it easy, smart young man, and we will provide you with the science and knowledge that will put you in a prominent social position.

You also are obsessed with that social status! When will God have mercy on me and save me from these idiots.

Listen to us very well, Baha, and you will get all the knowledge that you need—without having to put in any effort or study, we know that you are not interested in studying.

And how is that possible? Are you making fun of me or will you transplant a brain for a scientist or a thinker, as you do for hearts and livers.

You are smart, it's something like that, but it's not a human brain—it’s a technical chip.

A chip! Are you going to turn me into a mobile phone?

Laughing … It’s not like that, son… We're going to plant this chip in your brain, you will be connected to the Internet wirelessly, meaning that all of the knowledge and information posted online will be carried on this chip, you just need to search for the information, it will be in very easy, in short... your entire memory will be this small chip.

This is insane! I don't believe you... I don't want to do that, this is not convincing at all, stay away from me! Stay away…

I opened my eyes to see the group of surgeons around me spreading congratulations on the safety and the complete success of the transplant, but my blood was boiling in anger and I started screaming...

You criminals, you murderers... What have you done to me?

While I was in this rampage, I felt a little tingling in my arm; it was a soothing medicine that quickly took effect.

"Son... you have every right to get angry, we understand that, but the matter is great! Listen to what we have to say…

Our ancestors and fathers in the past were fond of technological development and spared no effort to accelerate this progress in a way that does not give you the opportunity to neglect its results and effects, this may have been good in some aspects of life, such as facilitating housework and mass industrial production and the minimization of distances, until the moment they were able to develop a robot in the form of a woman that you cannot distinguish from human women; she speaks like human women, laughs like human women, and you can even chat with her... Do you understand what I am saying, Baha?

Actually, I know more than you mentioned; It looks like my artificial memory seems to be working well.

Great... So, now you know the rest of the story.

Yes, I do, but what all this has to do with me?

We need a leader to save us from the robotic woman called Shani.

And why me specifically? Why don't one of you do it?

"This will not work; there is no one on the surface of the earth who is one of the descendants of this robotic woman… except for you, and because you are from her offspring’s line, we will take advantage of this; she won’t harm you so you