Binyameen

by Ibraheem Abbas

  He came to his knees in front of Elyaseen, and held him by the shoulder as he smiled encouragingly:

  “Come on Elyaseen… I dare you to get me out of here!”

  Elyaseen looked at his father seeking approval, Hawjan nodded, Elyaseen closed his eyes and screamed, as his scream got louder it deafened them as much as it terrified them, it got so loud that human ears could not comprehend its frequency, he pushed his palm against Mansour’s chest, Mansour felt dizzy and out of breath, and a bright light blinded him for a couple of seconds, the light dissipated suddenly as he found himself falling backwards in his backyard. He lost his balance and fell to the grass; everyone came rushing out of the house, Manal shouted:

  “Mansour! Are you ok?”

  His wife helped him up, he was speechless as he wiped the sweat of fear off of his forehead, Hawjan came close to him and carried Elyaseen who started to form once more in his arms, Mansour patted him on his head even before his forming was complete:

  “No one can dare Elyaseen the great!”

  “Elyaseen the great will come with me to bring uncle Eyad and Husam back!”

  Said Hawjan as he kissed his son and so did his wife… he has chosen to sacrifice himself, his wife and son once more for Eyad and Husam…. for eight billion souls.

  *****

  Tzipi leaned her head on her hands and exhaled. Despite everything she has been through in her life, she has never felt so worried as she did after he visit to Binyameen, the threat now is unpredictable, this new threat is one Israel cannot overcome; not even if by the intervention of her guardian… the USA.

  What is that thing returned? What if it followed through on its threats? What is we were attacked by a full army of that creature? She breathed out her anger and anxiety in a second exhale:

  “Damn you Binyameen”

  A call that could not be ignored even at that late hour disrupted her thoughts:

  “Mrs. Tzipi, our investigation team noticed something suspicious on the surveillance footage, you must see it”

  She ended the call and received the video sent to her, it first it seemed as innocent child’s play, but then the surveillance zoomed in on Binyameen and Amal’s palms, Tzipi gasped, her spy eyes could not miss the fact that a code was hidden in those childish taps, she realized that she was duped by two blinds!

  Tzipi rushed trough the corridors of Sheba medical complex heading towards the heavily guarded wing, followed by a guard from the special forces, no one dared get in her way including the military unit’s guards who stepped aside the moment they noticed her walking towards them in trots, she gave her strict orders prohibiting any visitors from visiting Binyameen and stormed into his room without knocking, she closed the door and the guards stood in front of it blocking anyone from entering:

  “The sight of your disfigured eyes disgusts me”

  Binyameen awoke from one of his rare naps, he felt the bed sink next to him and his dark glasses fall into his lap, he carefully picked it up:

  “I suspect you implanted a timed bomb in them, what a creative way to whack me, in any case I needed it badly as sunlight was bothering me so was seeing some of the faces here; I am deeply grateful”

  “Binyameen, I need some clarifications immediately!”

  The moment Binyameen put on his glasses, the Bluetooth speakers and microphones in its temple started working and connected with the apps for blinds on the phone Tzipi was carrying, and to the ear pieces in her hear as well as the guard and Elyana who was in the parking lot.

  A connection to the internet and accessing his accounts and cloud was all Binyameen needed to turn the tables, and with the existence of the verbal apps for the blind, all he needed now was a distraction, Tzipi took care of that, actually it was Jumara who had formed as Tzipi after she got her hairlock… the DNA from the hairlock along with watching some videos of her online were enough for her to impersonate her and her reactions, she was keen on repeating the exact words Elyana dictated to her through her earpiece, and so Jumara’s Hebrew performance started:

  “Our government is being pressured by the American’s to handover your friends, the situation is very delicate, if they are ever confirmed to be in Israel the government will be subjected to a storm of political and media accusations”

  She was speaking slowly and carefully, trying not to make any mistakes, although she had memorized the entire thing and went over several times, she still made some mistakes… Binyameen moved towards the window so that the cameras would not notice his lips’ movements and Jumara continued emitting Tzipi’s tone:

  “We need you to put an end to this charade”

  “Do you really think that I can do anything while locked up in here?”

  “What exactly do you need?”

  “I must leave this place, and make several calls, and I need my eye”

  Jumara handed him the mobile as she said:

  “OK, here you go, do whatever you want right in front of me!”

  “Are you mocking me?! How am I supposed to use your phone without my eye?!”

  He acted as if he was feeling out the phone while he was actually giving verbal commands to access tis files and send several electronic messages then he whispered through the mics:

  “I need to pass some details to Hawjan”

  Hawjan, who was actually the special forces guard, answered him whispering:

  “I am here”

  Binyameen started detailing his plan while whispering, and was about to send his final and decisive message to the Masonic leader… but…

  The door suddenly collapsed, and an armed battalion stormed in along with the last person Binyameen would have wanted there at that moment… the real Tzipi!

  The solders pointed their guns while resisting the shock from seeing a second Tzipi in front of them, Hawjan realized that resistance was not an option against such large numbers, he pushed the solder nearest to him, and started to vanish as he ran towards the window along with Jumara followed by the solders’ bullets. The window shattered, and the solders ran to it looking for the shredded bodies, but no trace of such bodies existed… in their universe!

  One of the solders shackled Binyameen’s hands behind his back while Tzipi threw an echoing punch at him, his glasses dangled and his empty metallic eye groove appeared, Binyameen smiled as he said calmly:

  “Send”

  That was the send command that will change the balance of power in this battle, Tzipi gasped and her eyes widened as she shouted:

  “Damn you Binyameen! I swear I will kill you! I swear I will kill you and both the girls!”

  Binyameen smiled:

  “You are too late, but don’t worry, the battel no longer concerns Israel… the battle now is between me and… the Templar!”

  Tzipi collapsed, her entire weight fell onto the bed as he buried her face in her hands… she inhaled her pain and anger and raised her radish eyes filled with tears towards Binyameen and said:

  “Binyameen, tell me the truth”

  “Is that a request or a threat?”

  “A request, a final request, please tell me!”

  She gestured to the guards to leave the room, they hesitated for a moment before they complied, Binyameen fixed his dark glasses and sat next to her and looked at her with no eyes:

  “I will tell you everything you need to know, because the Freemasons are disgusted by ladies, that is firstly… secondly because I owe you some trust”

  She gave him all her attention and focus; she nodded her head forgetting that he could not see her:

  “War and Peace… the two words you uttered the most and spent your life in between! Now you need to choose one! The Freemasons’ organization are intoxicated by war, they lit its fuses everywhere, their objective is to destroy world economy so that they can control it once again, their hope in regaining their reputation is to find the Arc of Covenant and rebuild Solomon’s Temple”

  Tzipi was engaged in politics, she never gave the Freemasons and attention
as they were in parallel streams that her own… at least that is what she thought, Binyameen continued:

  “What I am saying is not just a pedantic conclusion, what I am saying are facts reached to by several years of research, along with testimonies from within their ranks. Can you imagine if they completed their plan? Millions of lives would be wasted including a nice chunk from Israel! They worship their masters with blood! Do you doubt that they offer thousand of lives in suspicious events to please their master? Would you like me to list the wars they ignited and the terrorist operations they executed?”

  Something from within her convinced her that what he was saying was true, she asked with worry:

  “And you will stand in their way?!”

  “There is knowledge buried within the secrets of King Solomon, he who finds it will win the battle! Those you saw today are jinn from the descendants of the Arc’s guard, and they might be our last hope to reach that knowledge, and they are with me in this war”

  Tzipi struggled to stand, what she heard was hard to comprehend, she leaned against the door before she left, she turned and said:

  “Binyameen, please do what you can”

  He smiled a gray smile:

  “I will do what I can, but please do forgive me if I finished my breaths before I finished my mission”

  *****

  Danny was a complete wreck as he drove his luxury car towards Nadeem Mansour’s office, the previous headmaster of Masonic lodges in the Middle East; he was thoroughly inspected a the gate at stripped of every piece of metal or electronics before entering the wooden leathered office that resided over a chess like marble floor guarded by two alabaster pillars packed with Syriac engravings and Masonic symbols that covered everything in that office. His hands were shaking as he performed the Masonic handshake to his master who was completely silent for several minutes before Danny collapsed:

  “Master, Binyameen was playing us all the time, I did not wish to bother you before I was sure that the matter was worthy of your time”

  Danny was feeling Mr. Nadeem’s ring pokes as he was tapping it on the edge of his desk, the statue finally spoke:

  “He says that he has found the Ark of Covenant, do you trust him?”

  “Binyameen is a slimy weasel, allow me to deal with him, no one knows him as I do!”

  “You almost killed him! Imagin if he actually did know secrets the Arc!”

  “I will force him to confess and…”

  His master interrupted him in a calm tone:

  “He has requested an audience”

  Danny was taken back by surprise, his master continued:

  “Me and the head of UGLE”

  “Master, there is no need for you to bother with…”

  “The Grandmaster will arrive after tomorrow, please arrange for a meeting with Binyameen and his assistants… Let me know if you faced any issue with the government”

  He turned his chair towards the side table announcing the end of the meeting, Danny’s legs struggled to carry him back to his car, the attendance of the Grandmaster of the English lodge personally meant that this was more serious than he thought, and that his life was on the line.

  *****

  Husam bent his knees around the edge of the metal bed where he had hardly slept at the military hospital in Tel Aviv, he hung by his legs and left his torso dangle down and connected his hands behind his head and let his six pack the task of carrying his weight. He never stopped training, nod did his mind stop thinking… and worrying; days crawled slowly adding to his worries not knowing Eyad and Binyameen’s fate, not even his own fate, his wounds vanished quickly, he only felt the hunger; the hospital meals could never satisfy a person with three times the metabolic rate of professional athletes; those days routine was dissipated when a group of Israeli solders rushed to his room, he stood on his legs in an instant resisting his pale thin body, a nurse followed them carrying a black suit that she handed to Husam who put it on without discussion, they secured his hands behind his back and a small army guided him to the hospital’s entrance where he found Binyameen who had retrieved his bionic eye and was a similar suit and cuffs. Husam’s eyes carried queries for Binyameen regarding Eyad; he was relieved when the latter nodded his head and drew a phantom of a smile on his face.

  Moments later they were joined by a young middle eastern man with black hair, the solders cuffed him as well while he released a mocking sigh and passed a silent greeting to Husam and Binyameen.

  An armored vehicle approached and the three were shoved into it along with a number of solders, it was a terrifying sight, especially for the lady watching from behind the glass windows, he heart almost jumped shattering her chest and the glass when Hawjan appeared as the middle eastern man, Binyameen’s conclusion we spot on, he forced them to hand them over, everyone; individuals, governments, armies and organizations was being played on his table with his rules, all she wished for at that moment was for Binyameen and his nightmares to leave her and Israel forever, Tzipi could only whisper to herself:

  “Don’t disappoint me this time Binyameen… Please!”

  (8)

  The Book

  and

  The Arc

  K ing Menelik threw the crown of gold and emerald aside after a long weary day of ruling his kingdom… the kingdom of Sheba; he threw himself and his worries on his mother’s throne, and rubber his worries on his father’s ring. His father’s dreams of building the perfect world and leave three his sons the world’s kingdoms was about to vanish by his brothers’ greed… as the battles for power do not know the bonds of blood.

  He shivered along with his palace, his father’s guard suddenly appeared in front of him lowering his head and bending his knees; the servant raised his head and Menelik relaxed when he recognized him, but his shock returned when the servant sobbed:

  “My King… My master the king has died”

  Menelik got close to the guard Hanaeel with shivering steps, how could the master of the human and jinn universes just simply die? There is no time for sorrow as the kingdom is about to collapse under the weight of Rehoboam’s - his half-brother – greed… the king of Israel.

  “The nobles of both human and jinn have left through the heavens, they took all of their books; only Hiram Abiff remained… the Temple’s architect”

  The shock took King Menelik by surprise, that surprise was aggravate when Hanaeel continued:

  “My Master, we must secure the Arc and join the nobles, to rebuild another earth where you revive your father’s kingdom, if Rehoboam got his hands on the Arc and its secrets; we are all doomed!”

  Hanaeel did not give King Menelik any time to make a decision, he vanished as suddenly a she had appeared, a scream echoed that almost ripped him apart, he lost his breath and was engulfed in bright light that plucked him from his place, from his entire world to find himself in front of the gates of Jerusalem inside the Temple of Solomon and in front of him was Hiram Abiff clutching onto his book.

  “Your highness, the death of our master is a disaster that set upon us all, Rehoboam will raid the most Holy of Holies to seize the Arc of Covenant”

  Said Hiram Abiff while his eyes were still soaked in tears, Hanaeel responded:

  “We should take the Arc and join the nobles through the heavens and reb…”

  Hiram Abiff cut him off clearly heartbroken:

  “Rehoboam solders have captured the last heaven carrier and damaged it as they tried to ride the wind and follow the nobles”

  The racket outside was getting louder, the solders march was shaking the Temple’s hallways, Hiram Abiff pushed the book to King Menelik as he looked him in the eye and said:

  “My master, you are the last hope for humanity! Take the book and the Arc and I will hold them off”

  The king finally spoke:

  “The kingdom needs the head engineer much more than it need its king!”

  “This book is the engineer! They want me! They want the secrets of the Book and the A
rc… go now before it is too late”

  Hiram Abiff rushed out towards the solders, while Hanaeel demolished the gates to the most Holy of Holies unveiling the Arc of Covenant, their fear for the Arc was greater than their fear of it, Hanaeel raised the Arc’s wings removing its cover, he pushed King Menelik inside it before he screamed an echoing scream that moved them some other location, through some other universe.

  *****

  The small envoy of dark armored trucks passed the Dome of the Rock as the passed over Mount Moriah. The envoy dived into one of the buildings, then the one holding Binyameen, Husam and Hawjan stopped, the guards guided them into the main hall of the building; it took about an hour to search them, most of it was wasted on inspecting the metal cavity in Binyameen’s skull after they had removed his bionic and acrylic eyes. Hawjan handed them his cell phone, as for Husam, will he only carried his worries. The guards shuved them through a thick metal gate that went deep into the wall, it swallowed them and started to slip downwards; moments later it stopped, the doors slipped open revealing a metallic corridor lit by two strips of lights on its sides, the metallic sheets started to dissipate from the ceiling, then the floor followed by the walls, replaced by rocks to finally find themselves in the threshold of a cave. Binyameen who’s ears noticed the change if echo levels of the metal and the rocks, and his foots distinguished the curvatures of the rocks, whispered as he smiled:

  “A cave, Solomon’s cave, the bastards’ headquarters”

  All three of them were shackled to alabaster seats that were located inside a rock cavity decorated with purple velvet scarves and two columns of the cave’s rocks along with a half circle table where two solemn men – had it not been for their gloves and their decorated aprons - stood on its two edges, the both suddenly stood up straight and chanted out a talisman phrase greeting their three masters who had just entered the rocky hall from the other end. The three sat facing the three, the one who had the throne at the center said in a pure English accent: