Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 2 - 2 | Page 96

“Read it after I’m gone,” he’d said tearfully.
Zheng He is buried at sea along with his favourite ship. “1433” is inscripted on it for the
remembrance of his passing.
After his funeral, I take out that book he’d given me. “Quran” it says. I open it, seeing the familiar
scrawl “To Abbo” written on the first page.
Suddenly, something fizzles inside me and my vision blurs…
As I break the surface of the water, cries of relief explode.
“Where have you been? ” my teammate cries.
I just smile silently.
At home, I sit down to write a story, “Heroic Adventures with a Ming Dynasty Companion” to
honour the memory of Zheng He, noble admiral of Treasure Fleet, and Sanbo, the bravest friend I’ve ever
had.
‫ﺃﺑﺪﺍ‬ ‫ﻙ‬
‫!ﺍﻧﺎ‬
‫ﺃﻧﺴﺎ‬ ‫ﻟﻦ‬
(I will never forget you in Arabic)