Binyameen
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“He already left for Jeddah, we must hurry, I don’t want to be late!”
“Elyaseen has been spending more time with Jumana that with us!”
“A human has taken over his thoughts, I wonder where he gets that from?!”
She turned away to her fury by pretending to get ready to leave, Hawjan held her harm, then pulled her to hug her from behind as he whispered in her ear:
“I can’t allow you to be jealous of a human, or even a jinni, not even an angel from now on, understood?!”
His words dissipated her jealousy, fulfilled her femininity, and made her shy, she tried to release his grip as she whispered:
“Hawjan! We are late!”
He insisted in besieging her with his love, he secured his arms around her waist and arms and continued darting her with his whispers:
“Jumara, you are the only one worthy of my love and heart, no one else owns me!”
She turned to him with eyes melting in tears of joy and love:
“Really Hawjan?!”
His eyes, smile, fingertips that wiped her tear, gave her the most accurate sincere answer, she buried her face in his chest that muffled her voice:
“I love you Hawjan, I am madly in love with you, every day I yarn for you more than the day before it!”
He fiddled with her hair and he cheeks with his fingertips:
“To hell with all humans and jinn as long as my beloved is in my arms! All I wish for is for us to be together, I will flirt with you, say that I love you and repeat it for a hundred years, two hundred…”
The female inside her awakened”
“Until I get old and shriveled?!”
He raised her head by the chin and swore to her:
“Every day your beauty will grow in my eyes, every day your love will grow in my heart, till the last breath in my life! I swear to you Jumara!”
“God forbid my love; you have no idea how worried I am from them! What did you do in Malaj?”
“I had to support the Fayhees to prevent a second war from starting! The Freemasons analyzed the Arc that we got from the jinn dimension and found out that is was a second replica that was created by my grandfather Hanaeel. The went mad and asked for the support of jinn everywhere to find the real Arc… Malaj turned into a sea of Marids and Masonic witches”
Jumara’s eyes widened as Hawjan continued:
“I am sure they will arrive at the same conclusions as Binyameen and discover that the church had three Arcs, one in the humans’ dimension, a second in the jinn’s, and the real one in the higher dimension!”
“I fear they will find a way to find it”
“Don’t worry, no one can reach that higher dimension except of Elyaseen unless they get a hold of the architect’s book… the book Elyaseen got from the real Arc on the day of the explosion”
“Hiram Abiff’s book? I worry there might be a second copy”
He nodded that there was not, then he took a breath and exhaled as he said announcing the end of that nightmare:
“If there was a second book, Lucifer and the Freemasons would have found it in those past three thousand years… I was sure it was Hiram Abiff’s book… and I burned it!”
*****
A child’s hear beat quickens when they visit a new place, all of his senses dance in response to his heart’s loud music. This instinctive yarning painted Amal’s facial gestures as she looked out of the taxi’s window that carried her with Elyana from San Francisco’s airport to the suburbs; the was enjoying the sight of the country where she will spend her life with her four senses, her enthusiasm was not dampened by the lack of her sight. She still refuses to believe the news about Binyameen’s death, and she still waits to give hive a harsh scolding for his absence for two full years. She did not care about the stock shares in the Exponential Impact 8 company that she inherited from him, and she did not comprehend the fact that she turned from a forgotten Arab in an orphanage to a small wealthy Californian, especially after the company launched its projects that were to harness science to positively impact eight billion people on planet earth. Binyameen had planed for the day he left her; he secured her move with Elyana to the bay area away from the pots of war in the Middle East. His dreams finally turned into reality with the hep of his friends at Singularity University and the two girls got an apartment with a permanent residency in the USA, and Elyana was able to get the paperwork for becoming Amal’s guardian.
Elyana opened their apartment’s door, Amal rushed in feeling it up with the echoes of her steps. I t was more like a small museum; its wall was filled with pictures and its shelves with tinfoil statues.
Elayan looked at the hanging pictures, two US presidents Abraham Lincoln and John Kennedy as well as King Faisal of Saudi Arabia, Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, Bruce Lee, Princess Diana, Michal Jackson and Tupac… is short a number of those who were a threat to the Freemason’s interests, or refused to give in to their demands and were assassinated. She stopped at a bunch of pictures of Binyameen set onto of a side table, she picked up one of his pictures with his mother holding an infant Amal… she hugged it and cried in silence so Amal would not notice while she was feeling the tinfoil statues and shouted out:
“This is Binyameen’s mother, and this too… and this is you Elyana… ah this is me!”
Her hand come across the chess table that Binyameen’s mother’s family has been handing over from one generation to the next and survived the Jewish genocide during the Spanish inquisition and then the holocaust in Germany.
Some of the metallic pieces that had engravings and scratches that told the story of scattered Europe coming from extremism to the light of science, freedom and equality. She carefully felt the pieces to put them back in their place and make sure that they are all there, but the black night was missing. The tapped her finger in its empty place, and her tears came down to fill it:
“Binyameen, come back to me… please!”
She did not utter that sentence with her tong, but by tapping the code on the chess table, the was drowned in her sorry and her tears, she did not hear Elyana gasp behind her, she only felt fingers patting her tears that have flowed down her cheeks… answering her:
“I will not leave you again!”
“Binyameen!”
She screamed unbelieving, and she threw her fest at his chest before she collapsed crying. Elyana’s shock silenced her… the shock of seeing Binyameen alive… and his state that looked like a scene out of a SciFi movie. Metal swallowed his legs and right arm, they were covered in a layer of translucent silicon, as for his eyes’ compartments, they were stuffed with tens of lenses and sensors, he was a human in a machine.
“Why did you not tell us? Why did you leave us?!”
Elyana finally spoke with her tears… he answered:
“I have wiped out a number of world leaders and destroyed the Freemasons plans, do you expect them to leave me alone? I had to disappear to insure your safe arrival here”
“But how? How did you survive?”
“The Masons saved me! They caged me in an armored cage that dampened the effects of the explosion, then those remaining of them moved me to a hospital where I miraculously survived after they amputated my arm and legs while sustaining heavy burns over most of my body”
He carried a picture from the table showing Binyameen celebrating the test of his first bionic eye with a group of Singularity University alumni, he pointed to a girl standing next to him and continued:
“Tasha McCauley designed my old eye, she redesigned everything you see; this optical system is connected to the two optic nerves, I now see things in three dimensions! In addition to many other abilities”
He raised his metal arm that was hugging Amal’s head on his chest, and passed it through her hairlocks and continued:
“All of the artificial limbs are covered in sensing silicon that is connected to my brain…”
“What is important is that you are alive!”
Said Elyana who h
ad not stopped crying, Binyameen was still alive… she cared for no other details; he answered her jokingly:
“What is important is that Amal forgives me!”
The poor child raised her head and felt his face, eyes, metal arm and shook her head in refusal while her dim eyes did not stop pumping tears.
“Amal, you will see the light soon!”
“I will have eyes like yours?!”
“You will have real eyes! Lovely just as yours are, created from your DNA”
Elyana come close… she wanted to throw herself in his arms. Amal wrapped his metallic palm with her own, he told her:
“I will not leave you again Amal! I will not leave you no matter what happens!”
“Neither will I! I will always stay with you!”
“You will become my daughter, I have already started the adaptation process, you will get a green card and soon after the American citizenship”
“Amal will get an American citizenship?!”
Said Elyana, Binyameen raised his bionic eye towards her and looked at her with eyes - that despite its mechanical nature - carried deep feelings:
“You will both get the American nationality; they will not accept the adoption request if Amal was not joining a stable family”
Elyana’s eyes widened not believing the hint he just made, but he cut to the chase:
“Elayan, will you marry me?”
He looked at his metallic hand and limbs, smiles… and restated:
“I mean that man that is left of me?”
The barriers of hesitation crumbled, she did what she always wished to do every time she saw him, she threw herself in his arms, he almost fell back in surprise as she said:
“In my eyes, you are the only whole man, the only man in my entire life”
Binyameen kissed her between her eyes as he said:
“In any case, my artificial limbs will hide underneath the tuxedo and my eyes behind the black glasses on our wedding day”
Amal shouted:
“I am here! I can hear you!”
Elayan continued lovingly:
“But I fear for you from them, I will die if anything happened to you”
“Elayan… look at us, I am the descendant of the Spanish inquisition, Nazi holocausts and the harshness of settlements, your mother miraculously survived the cleansing in Ethiopia and immigrated to Israel in Operation Solomon in 91, only to face the horrors all Falash Mura faced, while Amal was born of war, blinded by war an orphaned by war. It is time for this ugly age to end! The gold and blood lust fueled by politicians’ greed and extremists’ superstition will vanish forever! As for the Freemasons, I assure you… they are even more keen on my life than I am, my blog MasonsLeaks; automatically releases their secrets if more than a month passed without me signing in, the have faced many disasters from the scandals caused during my coma”
That only grew her fear, her eyes widened:
“Binyameen…!”
“They did not beat me when I was alone, now I am superior scientifically and have company! At the end science will overcome superstition and ignorance, free humans will overcome the authoritative, barbaric, extremist devil”
“You mean EI8?”
“We are changing the name to EI9! Our objective now is to positively impact nine billion people… we are also joined by a ninth member who was able to get Hiram Abiff’s book for me to save here in my eye before he burned it! A member who will turn all the tables!”
Elyana and Alam’s eyes carried all the queries and curiosity… Binyameen went on:
“A young man only hundred years old… named Hawjan Al-Fayhee!”
- The End -
Acknowledgment
“Honey, why don’t you write a few words?”
This statement pushed me to write every chapter of this novel, my love Maina has an extradentary ability of forcing me out of any mode that blocks my imagination and writing, and she shoves me into the creative mode, showing her gratitude is a task that I find myself incapable of fulfilling no mater how hard I try, I will reward myself by reading the entire novel for the first time to her once I finish its pages!
Mohammad bin Saad, my friend and multi-talented inspiration, a catalyst, author, camera man, editor, cook, composer, and piano player… born prematurely without sight. He was able to take me to his colorful world, showed me what he saw, allow me to hear what he heard, accurately explained to me what goes on in his mind, gave me time, advice and encouragement. Thank you Mohammad, your friendship… brother hood is an honor!
Louay Khalifah’s friendship… was the first I made over twitter. Days later he told me that he dreamt of gathering those who had creative talent to enrich the Arabian SciFi content; and we met…
Louay, Omair Taibah, Madiha Khayat, Maryam Khayat and I. A highly contagious creative gathering. Resulted in out lining a story that connects the past the and the future, between the secrets of Solomon’s - peace be upon him – kingdom and Masonic conspiracies. At the end of that meeting I announce the novel Binyameen. I am great full to all of them.
And last… I owe thanks and apologies to everyone who asked me about the release date of Binyameen, this novel witnessed turmoil that had changed my life; a dream vanishing, a lawsuit, changing jobs… and death of a close one. I finally completed it after reaching the end of the tunnel. To everyone who asked me about the release date: if it not for you I would have never finished it… if not for you I would have never passed that tunnel!
I will not stop…
The last thing I will write here is my promise to you that I will continue writing as long as someone as asking: “When will you release your next novel?”
Wait a moment… what is my next novel? Fine, after completing the epics of writing the scripts for Hawjan movie… yes, Hawjan will be adapted into a movie by MBC and Image Nation, followed by “The Delusionists” that portrays the events between the two novels Hawjan and Somewhere ; after I am done with all the scripts I will work on finishing the novel of madness: Motamagnitoon, and the novel of art: “Zyraab” then I will go back for a few decades, maybe centuries to the past and the future to tell you what I had not yet about the jinn universe in: “Mehaeel”, “Elyaseen” and “EI9”.
Hoping to meet you soon between the pages… and screens.
Yours truly… who owes it to your passion
Ibraheem Abbas
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[1] Madain Saleh is …..
[2] Bin-Yameen: in Arabic Bin means the son of, and Yameen is right, combined it means the Son of the Righteous.
[3] Chapter 27 Surat An-Naml (The Ants) verse 39
[4] This verse was part of a story of King Solomon in the Holly Quran, where he was asking ministers to bring him the Throne of Sheba before the Queen of Sheba arrived