C63 I Am an Alien Being in an Age Where Imagination and Reality Are as Scarce

"Nazeer, Nazeer, quickly open the door!" I was still almost completely immersed in my fantasy world, but a sudden knock on the door woke me up.

Of course I knew who it was, it had to be my mother, because only an elderly person like her would knock on the door with her fist, not ring the bell. On the other hand, only my mother would come to see me, of course