Echoes of Regret: A Tale from Death Row

It encapsulates the essence of the protagonist's journey and his reflections on the choices he made
that led him to death row. The term "echoes" emphasizes the continuous, haunting regret that
Hassan experiences in his current state.

Casts:

1. Hassan (Convicted Prisoner) - Danish Irfan Bin Mohd Hamdan

2. Amir (Imaginary Friend; Hassan's Conscience) - Dzeynera Nurjannah Binti Dzulkifli
3. Jailor (Prison Warden) - Muhamamad Zahirul Bin Ahmad Zahid

Crews:

1. Nur Insyirah Binti Shamsuri Amri – Stage assistant

2. Nor Azwa Safrina Binti Norsham – Audio assistant
3. Amalina Binti Aznan – Stage manager
4. Alya Soffiyah Binti Khairuanwar – Props assistant
5. Nur Arissa Yasmin Binti Shahrom – Lighting assistant

Writer:

1. Pn. Siti Nabilah Binti Muhamad Zin

Synopsis:

In a small, isolated prison cell, a convict named Hassan wrestles with his past mistakes and
impending execution. As the weight of his impending fate sets in, he finds solace and conflict in
an ongoing dialogue with his imaginary friend, Amir, who is a physical manifestation of his
conscience.

The drama unfolds over three crucial days leading up to Hassan's execution, revealing his
transformation from denial to acceptance of his fate. On the first day, Amir asks Hassan if he is
scared. Hassan, resolute in his prayers, denies his fear. By the second day, his certainty begins to
crack, admitting to Amir that he doesn't know if he's scared and expressing a profound longing for
his family and the life he could have led.

On the final day, when a jailor comes to lead Hassan to his fate, Amir again asks if Hassan is
scared. This time, Hassan, consumed by fear and regret, shouts at Amir to be quiet. Hassan finally
acknowledges his fear and regret and uses it to deliver a powerful message to those who might be
on a similar path.
[Stage set: A small prison cell. HASSAN sits alone, staring blankly at the wall. He starts
speaking to an imaginary friend, AMIR, who is a physical manifestation of his conscience.]

Scene 1: Three Days to Execution

[HASSAN praying silently. AMIR watches.]

AMIR: (gently) Are you scared, Hassan?

HASSAN: (shakes his head, voice steady) No, Amir. I'm not scared.

AMIR: (quietly) But the day is approaching, Hassan. The time is ticking.

HASSAN: (remain silent)

[They sit in silence as the lights fade.]

Scene 2: Two Days to Execution

[HASSAN is sitting quietly, staring at some old, faded pictures.]

HASSAN: (softly, to the pictures) Ah, mama, papa. How I wish I could see you both one more
time. How I long to hear your voices, feel your embrace.

[HASSAN caresses a picture of a younger version of himself.]

HASSAN: (to the picture of his younger self) You had dreams, didn't you? But look at you now.

[HASSAN sobs quietly, then wipes his eyes.]

HASSAN: (to the picture of his younger self) If I could, I'd reach into the past and shake you
awake. I'd tell you the harsh truth hidden behind the glitter of drugs. I'd tell you about the prison
bars, the cold cell, the lonely nights.

[HASSAN clenches his fist.]

HASSAN: (whispering to the picture of his younger self) I'd scream at you, beg you, plead with
you to make the right choice. But I can't, can I?

[HASSAN is sitting on his cot, looking at a picture of his family. AMIR appears.]

AMIR: (softly) Are you scared, Hassan?

HASSAN: (shrugs, voice shaky) I don't know, Amir. I don't know.

HASSAN: (tears glistening) I miss my family, my life. I miss the person I could have been.

[AMIR sits silently, as HASSAN cries softly. The lights fade.]

Scene 3: Day of Execution

AMIR: (gently) Are you scared, Hassan?

HASSAN: (nods, trembling) Shut up, Amir! Just...just shut up!

AMIR: (gently) It is okay, I am here.

[HASSAN pauses, holding back tears.]

HASSAN: (with a sigh) Amir, do you remember the days in school?

AMIR: (nods) Yes, Hassan, those were better days, weren't they?

HASSAN: (laughs bitterly) That's one way to put it. Better days indeed. No walls, no bars, just
dreams.

AMIR: (gently) And what were those dreams, Hassan?

HASSAN: (nods, looking far off) I wanted to be a doctor, help people, cure their pain. (laughs
bitterly) How ironic!

AMIR: (probing) And how did you end up here, Hassan?

HASSAN: (sighs heavily) Drugs, Amir, drugs. The wrong crowd, the wrong choices. (pauses) A
one-way ticket to hell.

AMIR: (with a soft sigh) And yet, you took that ticket willingly.

HASSAN: (nods, tears glistening) Yes, I did. The illusion of escape, the promise of happiness.
(shakes his head) I was young, stupid.

AMIR: (softly) And you paid the price, Hassan.

HASSAN: (nods, sobbing quietly) Yes, I did, Amir. A price too high.

AMIR: (after a pause) What would you tell your younger self, Hassan, if you could?

HASSAN: (thinks for a moment) I'd tell him to hold on to his dreams, to his innocence. To not be
swayed by the allure of momentary pleasures.
AMIR: (smiles gently) That's wisdom, Hassan.

HASSAN: (sobs, then wipes his eyes) Too late for wisdom, Amir.

AMIR: (shakes his head) It's never too late for wisdom, Hassan.

HASSAN: (nods slowly) Maybe you're right, Amir. Maybe you're right.

AMIR: (gently) And what would you say to those still at crossroads, Hassan?

HASSAN: (looks directly into the distance as if addressing an unseen audience) I'd tell them to
choose wisely, to remember that every choice has a consequence. That the allure of drugs is but a
façade, hiding pain, destruction, and regret.

[A JAILOR appears at the cell door.]

JAILOR: (coldly) Hassan, it's time.

[HASSAN rises, looks around the cell one last time, and follows the JAILOR. The lights dim. The
curtain falls.]