Resurrection(Part 3)

The Big Day
From the series: The Resurrection

Nefertiti—immortalized as the epitome of beauty in 1300 BC—had risen from the silence of her tomb into a world governed not by gods, but by time.

And now, time itself had broken.

Paul, a fifty-year-old retired archaeologist turned government custodian of Egypt’s pyramids, had become her reluctant guide to this new age. It was to him that she had turned—seeking meaning, understanding, and perhaps, a place in a world that no longer remembered her as she had been.

The morning arrived not with light, but with insistence.

A relentless ringing shattered the stillness.

Nefertiti opened the door.

Paul stood there—disheveled, breath uneven, eyes alive with urgency.

“Madam,” he said, stepping in, “something has gone terribly wrong. Yesterday… we didn’t just make a mistake—we traded away time.”

The words hung in the air, absurd yet heavy.

“Every clock has stopped,” he continued. “Or worse—some have begun moving backward. Flights grounded. Trains halted. Satellites silent. Science—rendered useless overnight. The world… has stalled.”

He pausedfor a second and then started “There are predictions—catastrophes, collapse. Some say this is the end.”

Nefertiti listened, her stillness betraying nothing—but within, a quiet unease stirred.
Her face darkened.

“But we may yet undo this,” Paul added quickly. “we still have hope. Remember—we had twenty-four hours to reverse this. If we fix your phone and uninstall that app..perhaps time will return.”

Her voice, when it came, was softer than before. “I am sorry, Paul. I never imagined…”

He surprised her with a small, almost amused smile.

“And yet,” he said, “something peculiar is happening. People are not afraid.Despite everything, people seem happy”

He glanced out the window.

“My daughter has taken her family out—for a day of joy. My mother… she says she is grateful. She will never age now.”

A pause.

“And I…” he exhaled, almost thoughtfully, “I feel no urgency. No regret. It is… unsettling.”

Then, returning to the present, “Did you try fixing the phone?”

“I tried everything,” Nefertiti said, her composure slipping. “It refuses to respond.”

“Then we must go.”

Outside, the world was unrecognizable.

Not because it had fallen apart—

but because it had let go.

The streets pulsed with a strange lightness. Strangers laughed without reason. Music rose from unseen corners. People lingered, spoke, embraced—unhurried, unburdened.

There was no rush.

No fear.

No future to chase.

“Paul…” Nefertiti whispered, “have they lost their senses?”

Paul did not answer.

He walked beside her, calm—almost content—as though something within him had quietly realigned.
They searched for repair shops, but most were closed. Others refused to take new work.

Until, at last, one man agreed—reluctantly—to look at the phone.

Time—or what remained of it—stretched thin.

“Tell me,” Nefertiti said after a while, “how will we know when our twenty-four hours are over?”

Paul considered. “We left around ten last night. If time still holds any meaning… we have until then.”

The technician worked, frowned, stopped—then worked again.

At one point, he looked up, amused. “Why do you watch me like I am defusing a bomb?”

Nefertiti held his gaze. “Because you are.”

Hours slipped by unnoticed.

Another man joined him. Instead of urgency, they shared laughter—light, careless, free.

“The world has run out of time,” one of them said with a shrug, as if stating a trivial fact.

By evening, the technician leaned back. “I understand the problem. But it will take time.”

He smiled faintly at his own irony.

“I can finish it tomorrow… if tomorrow comes.”

“No,” Nefertiti said, her voice steady now. “It must be tonight.”

Something in her tone made him nod.

While he worked, she stepped outside.The sky stretched above her—dark blue, velvety, studded with brilliant stars. The world felt suspended in a strange stillness, as though existence itself had paused.

No past pulling.
No future pressing.

Only a vast, suspended present.

And within it—peace.

“Paul,” she said quietly, “what if we are already too late?”

He stood beside her, unwavering. “No matter what happens, Madam, I will stand by you. Whatever comes, we will face it together”

Near what must have been midnight, the call came.

“It’s done.”

The screen flickered to life.

Nefertiti’s hands trembled—not from fear, but from the weight of consequence. She searched, found the app, and followed each step with deliberate care.

Delete.

A single action.

And then—

the world moved.

A tremor beneath their feet.

A ripple through the ground.

Then a violent shudder that sent people spilling into the streets.

For a moment, chaos returned.

And just as suddenly—

it stilled.

Silence fell.

The earthquake lasted less than a minute.


Nefertiti looked down at her phone.Numbers glowed on her screen.

Her eyes widened.

“Paul!” she cried. “It’s 10:30 PM, Thursday—I can see the time!”

He frowned, then smiled—softly, thoughtfully.

“Yesterday was Thursday,” he said.

A pause.

“Perhaps we lost a day.”

Or perhaps, he thought but did not say—they had been given one and  that tremor was the Earth correcting itself—finding its way back to time.