AnonymousA Story by Sami KhalilA fictitious storyAnonymous
by
Sami Khalil A fictitious story I was tasked to lend myself to Bell Computers Corp. to
decipher a photo. As the company desired to use the bucolic image (purchased
anonymously) as the background of their new Windows version, they were apprehensive
about being sued by the rightful owner if he or she comes forward. The photo was mysterious, yet beautiful; two lovers
kissing with their backs turned to the camera upon a smooth-sloped hill with a glaring
sun peeking through studded whitish- grayish cloudy sky. All those present in the photo seemed, on the surface,
an integral part of saturated fantasies. As some of us know, art can straddle
the space between lived and perceived notions. Bell Computers knew the reputation of my company: “Samiskhal’s
Forensics”, and how notoriously I’m in cracking many hard cases through photo
forensics. My methods (modes of expertise) were to study the
different aspects before me: Time, landscape, narrative spoken or unspoken,
clear or hidden topography and much more… My renderings were Ninety percent accurate so to speak
or more. As a result, I was paid handsomely for my top-notch work (no ambivalence
about it) by police departments, colleges, DNA labs and big corporations. I even
cracked the case of the haunting “Anonymous” statue in Budapest, Hungary. To give a little snapshot about me, growing up, I was
an introvert, living through a civil war of not my choice. I had to encounter
many fears and uncertainties. I studied forensic photography to document the
horrendous crimes of the war. I wanted the next generation to feel and see its
horrors and heavy prices. When I took those priceless photos, I felt so sad,
but then animated at their preservation. I felt I was preserving the history of
man’s atrocities. Photographs became my defaulted visual language, with
paradoxical functions. I aligned myself with images embedded on the lines of
scrimmages. The ubiquity of their vantage points was a clear grasp of sublime
contrasts. Back to the task at hand, I asked Bell Computers to
give me a week to come up with the answer, then I zoomed in my transcendental techniques
on said photo, analyzing every aspect, using magical evaluations (subject of
another story). By week’s end, I cracked the secret behind the paradigm. I even
tracked down the two lovers. When I submitted my findings to the company, they had
an escapist reaction to the sad reality. The anonymous landscape was undeniably
a viticultural hill of beautiful Vermont. As for the lovers, I found out the hospital where they
both perished from “Covid.” Bell Computers, with a heavy heart, honored them both
where no one can efface their memory. Long live lovers, even be anonymous. © 2022 Sami KhalilReviews
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