“What do you want?”
Binyameen smiled as he said:
“And how can I be certain of your identity when I have left my eye outside?”
“You will have to risk trusting us or losing your life”
“And would you risk losing the Arc of Covenant for another three thousand years? In any case, I recognized your voice and the voice is clearly from generated by vocal cords and not magnetic vibrations, the chances that someone could imitate your voice is less than three percent, that is an acceptable risk…”
“You have one minute to present your case”
Said the previous headmaster of the Middle East lodge in a disgusted bored tone, he sat next to the master of the pyramid, Binyameen responded:
“The Arc of Covenant is at the Church of Our Lady Mary of Zion at Axum north of Ethiopia”
“Did you come here to tell us something that any teenager could deduce from the internet?! You have…”
“You have already broken into the church in 2009 and found out that the Arc inside it was a fake!”
Binyameen’s addition of that detail convinced him that he was either infiltrated their ranks, or he had some other means that gave him insight into their plans and steps… the master of the pyramid added:
“I confess that you have impressed me with your knowledge, the Global Pound in particular”
“It was a simple deduction, I tried to design it in a manner that satisfied your obsession with symbols while maintaining your identity secret, I then used my 3D printer to print it from pure gold, but your men unfortunately confiscated”
“Young men of your talent and your superhuman fiend; should join the elite and enter the ranks of the greatest brotherhood on earth… but that is another subject, we might seriously entertain if our cooperation was fruitful at this stage”
The headmaster of the Middle East lodge intervened:
“If you know that the Arc is a fake, then why do you insist that it still resides at Church of Our Lady Mary of Zion?”
“Because you for thousands of years were satisfied with only searching our dimension, my friends can help us search in other dimensions”
Binyameen now added fuel to their burning interest, the young man sitting to the right of the master of the pyramid said something the old Syriac language, Binyameen could only partially understand it, but Hawjan was surprised, as it was very similar to his mother tong… the language of the Fayhees, the young man said as he gestured with his eye towards Hawjan:
“So that is why a Marid is here with them?”
Hawjan leaned his head downwards… he vanished for a moment then reformed standing after the shackles surrounding his hands fell behind the seat:
“I am Hawjan son of Meehal Al-Fayhee, descendant of Hanaeel, servant to King Solomon and his son Menelik, guardian of the Arc”
Hawjan said that is the original Fayhee Syriac language, the masks of poise melted off of their faces, their jaws dropped in awe, although they were used to meeting Lucifer’s messengers in their rituals. The other young man stood who was but a Masonic marid and said:
“Can you bring the Arc to the human dimension?”
“My clan rules over Malaj, after we killed your friend King Hayaf I refused to rule, I am the only one who could move things permanently between dimensions, and no one can stop me from getting the Arc”
The young man sat and so did Hawjan, the tensions recede after moments of silence, the young man nodded to the master of the pyramid, the latter said:
“If you have all of those powers, why do you bargain with us?”
“To save the lives of Husam and Eyad and return them home”
The master of the pyramid shook his head in response to Hawjan’s statement, Binyameen added:
“That is firstly… but secondly and more importantly… to stop all the wars that you are starting all over this region”
The Grandmaster could not control himself, he giggled in anger and amused by the audacity of a blind man:
“You have gone too far blind man… do you not fear for your life?!”
Binyameen raised his head and gazed without eyes, chillingly cutting him off:
“You must stop spilling blood to please the one you sanctify! You must stop this obsession that you have succeeded in spreading amongst the freaks of religious extremism and used it to spread the fire of war! You can save your threats; when facing those who have nothing to lose, you lose before you start! I have no eyes to fear for, but your large disgusting eye is tempting to burst! I beg you to note this threat: the Global Pound is but a sample of what I gathered of your secrets, I know more about the Freemasons than you yourself know of Grandmaster, I have documents, details of the crimes, wars, terrorist operations and a list of all those involved around the world with all the evidence to indict them… all of this is saved securely on my cloud, and will be automatically published on my blog MasonsLeaks if I do not log into my account for more than 30 days… or if someone was stupid enough to try and hack into it”
Binyameen’s threat succeeded in shaking the Freemasons’ master, the all gulped in fear, Binyameen lowered his head and smiled as he continued:
“In fact, I have already published a sample that should be enough to chop off a decent number of your arms in Paris; you could take a risk this big, who knows; history might remember your name as the Grandmaster who destroyed the Freemasons”
Binyameen’s statement was very provocative… and terrifying; the master of the pyramid tried to pull himself together as he stood and said ending the tens meeting:
“We leave for Axum… now!”
*****
The sea is the best listener…
Despite the fact that its depths are filled with the worries of everyone who has ever entrusted with his confidence since the beginning of time… Yet it still prefers to listen with respect… It listens to your worries without you even needing to open your mouth… It shakes its waves listening and understanding… swearing that secrets is the only thing that could never float to its surface.
That is why Mansour chose the coastal road on his way back from his meeting with the his excellency the minister of Saudi Arabian foreign affairs at his residence in Jeddah, his worries were heavy for both him and the sea… his son was laying between life and death under the heavy guard of the Israeli forces, the last he heard was that he was alive at the ICU, Hawjan disappeared after telling him that news and left him to his worries to eat at him. The minister was following the situation personally, he trusted what Mansour had told him and confronted the American mediator with, this embarrassed the Israeli government and worsened the dilemma they found themselves in after Sawsan created the public opinion storm that pointed all fingers at them, those fingers turned into missiles when Binyameen published a video of Israeli special forces attacking them under the hashtag #SaveEyadAndHusam.
Mansour ended silent his one-sided dialogue with the sea with a hot tear those in his stature would never allow anyone to see… other than the sea… it was fueled with his sorrow, worry and regret of the moment he joined the devils den.
He did not know that at that specific moment the real battle with them was about to start… a battle where his only son might pay for with his life.
*****
Although their chances of surviving such a situation as almost null, yes losing their lives had no place among their accumulated worries, a private jet carried Binyameen, Husam and Hawjan, but it also carried a couple of us seen passengers Jumara and Elyaseen who had attached their lives to Hawjan’s, all of them had thrown their lives into the pit on the unknown. Danny was waiting for the at the landing strip on the outskirts of Axum city accompanied with a group of armed men who had no allegiance to anyone other than the Freemasons. The muzzles pointed at all of them unfairly, where the majority of them were pointed at Husam, but he did not resist when two solders cuffed him and replaced his shirt with an exploding vest. When the solder secured the vest, Danny announced:
The remote area surrounding the Church of Our Lady Mary of Zion into a heavily guarded military barracks worthy of the delegation that came from all over earth to wetness the event that is amongst the to two most important in the history of the Freemasons along with the building of Solomon’s Temple. Three head of states, a top authority in the world bank, the godfather of media and entertainment in America, the real driver at the UN, the one controlling the Vatican and of course their English Grandmaster; they all ignored their busy schedule to rush to writing their names in the history of the Freemasons as a witness of the appearance of the Arc of Covenant; each of them put on their aprons, gloves and necklace in vainness and walked surrounded by security into the secure arch built inside the church facing the fake Arc of Covenant.
Masonic symbols spread on the arch in a manner that is painful to the eye, it was crowded with leaders and their bodyguards, Lucifer’s emissary was on the arch greeting them, and so was Danny along with Binyameen and Husam who were both detained inside an armored glass cage that can resist anything. Two heavily armed giants guarded the cage while Danny was observing them, waiting for any excuse to trigger the detonation signal to rip Husam and Binyameen inside their cage.
Hawjan was led to the Arc of Covenant, preceding him his was a group dressed in the uniforms of Solomon’s Temple keepers and they surrounded the Arc, they raised their horns and blew them, the leaders closed their eyes and started to mutter their talismans, some of them could not control their emotions and their tears came down as they were witnessing with their own eyes the moment of revealing the real Arc of Covenant. Arranging the gathering of those elites usually takes months of diplomatic preparations, but when it comes to their existential dream, impossible vanishes and priorities are dropped! The Grandmaster took charge, the device secured on his ear carried his voice to everyone, it echoed on the walls of the old church as he repeated in solemnity that was worthy of such a moment… silence engulfed the moments until the Grandmaster pronounced:
“At this moment gentlemen… the Holy of Holies will be revealed once again, this is the moment Hiram Abiff sacrificed himself for, the moment when his secrets will return to his sons… the Freemasons… the guardians of Solomon’s Temple. Al-Wadda’s messenger will now step forth, Hawjan son of Hanaeel the guardian of the Arc to reveal it in front of us, and for us to become the new wetness, Arc guardians and Temple builders”
Hawjan’s anxiety climaxed, he took slow steps towards the Arc, Jumara formed as she approached the Arc from the other end, voices of the monks raised with talismans. Hawjan turned to the arch and said:
“The Arc is hanging here; we must move the fake Arc aside”
The monks rushed to carry the Arc aside, Hawjan turned to Jumara and they both vanished… they returned to their dimension where the Arc was, they held its winged edges and Hawjan summoned all of his powers, he summoned his loyalty to Eyad and Husam, his fear for Jumara and Elyaseen, the screamed…The only person who saw that was Lucifer’s emissary as he was a jinni and could see what was going on in that dimension, for a moment he did not believe that Hawjan would succeed in bringing an object of such size from the jinn’s dimension to the human’s… permanently; the echoing scream shredded the silence for a moment… irises froze, a series of gasps were heard, tears were held, and Hawjan and Jumara started to gradually appear and the Arc of Covenant between them.
The shouts of the Masonic leaders and their hugs masked the shout of terror that Lucifer’s emissary made as he rushed towards the cage holding Husam and Binyameen the moment its side vanished… and he attacked Elyaseen!
Elyaseen toke advantage of that moment to sneak in to rescue Husam by moving him to the other dimension found himself in the grip of Lucifer’s emissary! The sound of the armored wall slamming into the floor was followed by the sound of the Arc shattering on the rocks of the church, as Hawjan had dropped it and its content scattered while every one was stunned, he vanished from in front of them, he returned to his dimension to wrap his arm around Lucifer’s emissary’s neck, at the same time Husam ran out of the cage and launched his foot at one of the guards’ necks and slipped to catch his gun, the solders hesitated to fire their bullets at him as Danny hesitated to send the signal to the exploding vest after his escape from the armored cage, the arch turned into chaos and the guards surrounded their masters, Hawjan’s echoing scream terrified them as he formed in the Human dimension carrying Lucifer’s emissary’s head while leaving the rest of his body in the jinn dimension; Elyaseen wanted to head back to Husam to carry him to the jinn dimension but Danny’s bullets got to him first… a fountain of blood exploded from Husam’s neck and mouth… his wounds struggled to heal but it could not take the bullets this time.
“Take Elyaseen and get out of here Hawjan”
Was the last words Husam uttered, filled with plea and blood, he looked at Binyameen apologetically as their eyes gestured farewell; he opened his vest… and an explosion echoed turning everyone on the arc into a dough of meat, blood and bone.
(9)
Souls between dimensions
I n the arms of my Angel…
Moments shy away from us…
Her gazes are a stream of bless… drowning me in the “now”… takes away the sorrows of the past and worries of the future. Is there any more accurate definition of heaven? Life with your soul mate where time loses its dominance and farewell turns into an unusable term, erased by eternal happiness. My father and mother are happy I am here despite their sadness that I have died, I am now with them… awaiting Maram.
Allow me to continue the chat with you as my beloved is busy engulfing me with plenty of love, let us start with Maram, all the pain I went through, including my body exploding can never compare to my pain for Maram, sorry had shredded my heart way before the explosion did.
Two years have passed, and she still wraps herself in black silence, she almost never talks except when we visit her, my parents and I, in her dreams.
She entered my room, she did not change a thing in those two years, my books, paintings and tools, she carefully sat on my throne in fear of moving a single speck of dust from the place I left it, the pushed the blood pressure measuring device to her face and emptied her tears on it. It had always warned her that I could leave her at any moment, but she did not expect everything to end to abruptly. Her phone rang, she jumped to see who the caller was, hoping to see my number. It was Sawsan; she decided to finally answer the call instead of ignoring it as she did all her previous calls.
“Aunt Maram! I am Jumana”
Maram hid her sadness from her tone, she faked some joy into it to protect Jumana’s feelings:
“Jumana! I really missed you”
The child did not answer as she ran to her mother and shouted in joy:
“Ma ma, aunt Maram answered”
Sawsan took the phone from Jumana who did not easily agree to hand it over and said before she did:
“Aunt Maram come visit us, please please please!”
Maram wiped a dry tear before she heard Sawsan’s voice:
“Maram… Maram are you ok?”
“Thank God, I am as good as a jinni!”
“Maram what you are doing is not right, two years you impression yourself alone at home as if you were the one who died not Husam”
Sawsan quickly regretted het statement that caused Maram’s fake joy to collapse and she responded:
“Husam did not die, Husam visits me every night with mother and father”
“What do you say you come visit us for a couple of days to change the scenery and help me control Jumana… she drove me crazy asking about you!”
Jumana ju
mped in excitement around her mother as she yelled:
“Yes aunt Maram, please please come play with me like we used to, me, you and Elyaseen… Elyaseen brought me plenty of gifts from their house I want you to see them!”
Sawsan took control of the conversation again:
“As you can see, this is going on every day!”
“Hawjan and Jumara still visit you?”
“Hawjan and Jumara did not leave us for an instant since the day the Israelis handed Eyad over, they stayed with us at the hospital for six months until he recovered”
“How is he now?”
“Working twenty-four seven, he calls you every day, but you never answer, it is regarding Husam’s paintings, the movie production, the academy of talent that they had founded together, without you he can’t do anything”
“The best thing is for me to give him the power of attorney so he can act…”
“This is your wealth Maram, many international galleries offered Eyad millions, Malak’s painting alone got so many offers that it needs an auction”
“He can sell them all except for the paintings that have Husam, those I want, and re invest all of the proceeds in the academy… I just want him to change its name to Husam’s academy”
Maram could barely complete her sentence, Sawsan gave her a few moments before she lured her from her sorrows:
“So, when are you coming to visit us? If you did not come, I will have to send you Jumana and Elyaseen to drive you crazy”
Maram looked around her taking in the remnants of the room’s spirit before she shook her head and said:
“Fine, I will come by the end of the week, if you can please invite Hawjan and Jumana, I truly miss them”
*****
“Hawjan! you took too long at Malaj, I got worried!”
Said Jumara to her husband who spends most of his time between Hindabah, Malaj, Jeddah and America.
“Where is Elyaseen?”
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