Synopsis:
A fantasy novel about a tyrannical king and ruler who oppresses his people and practices all kinds of oppression, injustice and tyranny on them.
One day, he thinks about turning into a god, claiming that he is the one who created the universe and created all humans and all other creatures, and that he is their creator and they must worship him and that he created them in order for them to worship him.
He follows with them methods of enticement and intimidation, and woe to all those who reject his divinity and worship. The events of the novel take place in a dramatic, tragic framework, through which it criticizes the idea of all religions and rejects the idea of the existence of a creator or god for this universe, denying this idea.
The novel emphasizes the importance of science and logic and the necessity of their victory over superstitions, metaphysics and delusions of religions and gods, and ends with the victory of science over religion and faith.
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Fantasy Novel
Written By
Manal Khalil
Content
Chapter One (Heads or Tails)
Chapter Two (The Shepherd and the Stick)
Chapter Three (Antar and the Colors)
Chapter Four (The Guide They Tell Him)
Chapter Five (The High Conqueror)
Chapter Six (The Mayor's Donkey)
Chapter Seven (Golden Coupon)
Chapter Eight (Greedy and Imposter)
Chapter Nine (Fantasy of the Dead)
Chapter Ten (Slavery of the Free)
Chapter Eleven (The Luna Park)
Chapter Twelve (The Veil)
Chapter Thirteen (The Hearts and Pockets of the Companions)
Chapter Fourteen (Side Effects of Faith and Divine Drama)
Chapter Fifteen (Ali baba's trail)
Chapter One (Heads or Talis)
With heavy, slow steps playing a tune, yawning and boredom, Antar was wandering about his garden singing as he used to do every morning, and he began contemplating all the roses and flowers while sniffing their scent, then he walked two steps towards the ripe fruit trees, especially the apple tree, and began to feel for one of the apples, as he feels for the body of a beautiful female. And he says to himself, How beautiful and delicious this apple is, and how wonderful my garden is of flowering singing. Then suddenly the words fell silent on his lips, as if they were declaring their rebellion against his words, and raised the mournful black banner, and he muttered sadly: But despite all this, I am miserable, miserable, and alone is eating me. Boredom and confusion overwhelms me despite all this sultan and this palace that has leveled while I sit on it, but I have never felt contented or happy. And my servants, they feel its shining light around me, they always try to make me happy and make myself happy every night, but no matter what, what should I do? How do I fill the void of myself and cure the torment of my tired soul, that despite my being the only king, the one, the one who commands the dominator, but I often feel that I am insignificant, small or emaciated, the size of a mosquito! Or petty, I feel empty-handed of everything except the feeling of loneliness and emptiness that will kill me. So the Minister (Qandeel) approached him calmly and cautiously, while he said to him in a whisper of the creaking wind: — Did I not say, my lord, marry and smile at life, if you had obeyed me, I would now be the father of boys and girls. And you have a woman who comforts your loneliness and removes your loneliness,
- (Antar) roared in anger like a lion who tyrannized him, and he says to him: Didn't I stop you from saying this before? You know that he gets very angry at this hateful and abhorrent talk, and if you talk to me about this subject again, I will kill you.
- I apologize, my lord. I just want your favour.....
(Antar) interrupted him angrily: Enough, you foolish minister, you never understand me, I said hundreds, but millions of times, that what you say does not suit me and does not agree with my nature, I am free I love freedom and freedom and nothing I hate from restrictions, and I also do not like to be disputed No one in my kingdom ever, this is impossible and will not be, I will be a queen who shares my palace and gardens with me, or naughty children who want to be like me, no….no, this has never and never will be, then he approached his minister Qandil, saying firmly: I am only alone. I have no partner in my kingdom, nor in my prestige and greatness, and in a tone of sadness and despair, he said: But I feel very weak despite my strength, I feel that I did not achieve myself and did not express my desire. Tetouan your backs in front of me Minister Qandil: We are indeed doing this, my lord, and we praise your prestige and greatness during the night and the gentleness of the day.
— — Firmly (Antar) grabbed the lapels of his minister (Qandil) until he almost strangled him, saying: It is not enough, did I not tell you that you are a stupid minister, and Antar began wandering back and forth in the middle of its singing gardens while roaring in anger, and (Antar) was huge in build, broad shoulders . Tall, thick eyebrows. He has a wide loud voice saying: I want to feel more of my strength, I want to crush others with my prestige, I know that you obey me because you are my entourage and my loyal entourage, and you have an interest in obeying me. But this is not enough for me. I want more, more loyalty and blind obedience. I want to see many, many, many, an infinite number. I want them all to obey me and hope for my mercy. I want them to obey me because they are afraid. And their begging of me to pardon them, for this pleases me greatly, and then I shall be a king, and they shall truly submit to me.
Qandil worried and apprehensive: But, my lord, you know the rituals and customs here on our planet, and I don't think the magician (Samson) will be able to…. So Antar interrupted him, snarling angrily, saying: You always have a grudge against (Samson) and jealous of him because he is better than you, and because he is doing for me. All the miraculous miracles that I command him and I see you always trying to little of him and weaken his abilities. And before Qandil responded or tried to defend himself or find justification for the words (Antar), whose sharp daggers pierced his ears, Qandil ordered him to leave. He left quickly with sharp, rigid steps, as if resonating with the sound of fierce bells. Antar had strange habits that he imposed on the planet ( Antaru The planet (Antaru) had strange features and habits imposed on it by King (Antar) because it Originally, his habits were his own, and because he is tyrannical and dictatorial, as usual, he imposed all his habits on his entourage. He always liked, when he thought about something, that his servant would bring him a few burning coals, put them in a straight line, and then walk over them like a feather in the wind! Believing that this will make him the obedient ruler and that he will succeed in ruling him in the future for life and will last forever. Indeed, his servant brought him burning embers, and Antar walked over them, muttering magic words and biting his lips in pent-up pain, while repeating the magic words taught to him by (the wizard Samson), then after that he finished and then (Antar) ordered his eyebrow to bring the wizard Samson, who came running running He hurried and appeared in Antar's hands at once and said as he bowed before him and felt that there was something in the matter and with a trembling voice he said: I command you, my lord, I am in service always and forever. (Antar) approached him, placing his hands on his shoulders, as he patted her firmly and resolutely, and with a smile that carried more malice and mystery than clarity and frankness, saying: Now it's your turn, my dear friend.
n Samson: I command you, my lord.
Antar: So bring the largest bear in the country to slaughter it as is the annual custom. Do not drink from its blood and eat its flesh. You and all of your entourage do not drink from its blessed blood. As you know, the bear has a soul from myself. It is a blessed and sacred animal, and you must all drink from its blood to bless you And his holy blood circulates in all of your bodies.
Samson: Listen and obey, my lord. And before he left (Al-Saher-Shamshon), (Antar) added, saying in the tone of his command: Do not forget also, Samson, that all the children who have been born since the beginning of this year to perform this annual ritual in front of all the retinue.
In hesitation and bewilderment, Samson added, "But my lord, as you know that the children of the courtiers have not yet completed their first year, we have three months left until the end of the year."
Antarbezm: That does not matter, I want to practice this ritual today in front of a large group of my entourage.
Samson the magician had made clay statues and released his incense and performed his magic spells and talismans after blowing into the statues, and they turned into human beings, male and female, who marry and have children. They were lined up in a vertical form after they completed their first year, and then he wore a frightening, brutal mask. It was his habit every year to jump over the children back and forth, believing that by this he would always make them submissive to him even after they grew up and to remain at his beck and call him forever and keep them away from evil thoughts. Which could lose control of them for life. And the magician (Samson) left after receiving the orders, but as usual he was coming secretly and leaving in secret as well! He was not one of the courtiers, nor of the men of the palace, nor even of the small families who
She began to form and have children, not all of them knew the existence of the wizard Samson in the first place! Rather, they thought that (Antar) is the one who makes these clay statues and that he is the one who created them and made them and made them multiply and made them male and female, for (Samson) would come in disguise to the planet (Antaru). Then he walks in disguise around the planet and enters the (Antar) palace in disguise without being seen or even heard or felt by anyone, then he does not take off this The mask is only when he is alone with (Antar), except for the minister (Kandil was the only and faithful keeper of Antar and his obedient servant, and he was the only one among the retinue who knew about (a secret) (Samson), but despite that he hated him, because he occupies His place is private to (Antar) and he benefits from greater interests than that of the minister (Qandil). Samson used to soak this mask in a magical liquid for three whole nights before his usual visit to Antar. In complete concealment, and these were the orders of Antar, who brought (Samson the sorcerer) with him when he came to rob this planet and attribute it to himself, claiming that he created it from nowhere. Through what the magician Samson brings to him, who uses ghosts and magic talismans to know the mysteries and what goes on in the secrets and inside the corners, and then Antar falsely claims that he knows the unseen and is able to do everything! It's over Samson was hiding from the palace, leaving (Antar) drowning between the two covers of his huge book, in which he used to write down everything that happened to him and everything he intended to do. A gesture or a word! It was as if he was doubting their motives, or feeling and thinking that they intended to be treacherous and deceive, perhaps he was also forgetting and forgetting! Although he used to describe himself with qualities as he claimed to be greater and stronger than any of his entourage, and that he is perfection in himself, but despite all that, perhaps he was afraid that some things or some situations might fall from his memory, so he would not be able to hold them accountable for them in the event that they denied them. Antar went out as usual every morning to wander around the planet (Antaruto), which was always dominated by the smell of paint. The golden color that Antar loved to inhale and fill his breath with to feel the euphoria and grandeur that he always felt while wandering the streets, streets and neighborhoods of the planet Antaru, and all its roads and the walls of its homes were painted yellow gold because he loved this color so much, he was materialistic and he only recognized With what he possesses in his hands and takes every means of getting close to him as a way to collect the ringing yellow gold that he loved to treasure and collect day and night. This is what Antar used to repeat to his entourage, deafening their ears with it day and night, to the extent that he commanded them to convey his commands to the rest of the inhabitants of the planet and to generalize these commands to them and to avoid those prohibitions, or else woe and defeat would befall them. And Antar took a walk in the streets, contemplating the roads, streets, and walls of houses, golden in color, like the rays of the sun. Even the garden trees were golden in color. Fruits and flowers dangling from them in ripe golden picks that pleased the onlookers. Trees planted in all gardens of the planet! But why does he do that, and why does he need to do this? Indeed, everything is under his command and in his possession, and he is the forbidding order in managing everything around him and every small and big thing that revolves above the surface of this planet. But suddenly, Antar stopped in the middle of one of the roads and looked around him in exasperation and questioning, and began to spin and turn around himself, wondering? He said to himself: But what was this that existed before I came to this planet??!!!. I came in disguise with Samson the wizard and had it not been for his magic that bewitched me with him and his enchantment himself, we would not have been able to hide and enter this planet secretly??!!! Everyone here believes and fully believes that I am the one and only existing in all of this and they have no doubt about that! Why ? Because they had not yet existed, I did not find them, nor did I make them human! Or in a more correct sense, the mighty Samson was not yet the maker of his magical games and mysterious talismans to make them and turn them into human beings and animals that move after they were clay statues.!!! So who? From ? how and when ? How ? Antar kept screaming He screams inquiringly while laughing hysterically successive laughs like the sounds of lightning and thunder on a stormy night. His cries and laughter continued to announce the sound of its drums and its bells ringing throughout the planet (Antaruto) in its streets, alleys, alleys and homes, warning everyone who heard it of the start of a hidden battle going on behind the curtain.
The Shepherd and the Stick)) Chapter Two
The annual celebration began as usual, and the decorations extended until they filled the planet and its streets. Banners were hung with the slogans of glorification and loyalty to (Antar Raa and the ruler of the planet Antrotu). Red rugs were spread and drums banged all over the planet, marking the start of the celebration. Iron hammers announce the start of a war, and a straight line of young children aged a year or less stretched before him in front of his feet in a compact form so that a small distance separates between each child and the other so as to be a catalyst for Antar, who began to practice running and jumping in a barbaric manner over The heads of the children were lying on the ground, so the children began to sleep or become absent. Of course, it was not hidden from Antar that this was the effect of the action of Samson, who was present in his hidden form from others to extend a helping hand to Antar and be his stick on which he relied when necessary, and everyone applauded enthusiastically for Antar as he jumped, landed and dropped from above. Children go back and forth while he wears a scary magical mask that increases his ugliness and adds artificial awe to his prestige that he created for him. Shawn, who had mastered making this mask for him. Everyone had to hear and obey. All the inhabitants of this planet enchanted by Samson's magic were all, without exception, gullible So naive they believed that this Antar is the one who controls, masters, wise and knows everything, and the owner of the king is a true God who worships in secret and in public. They bow before him day and night, day and night more than once. On the one hand, in order to be more able and strong to withstand his heavy and heavy flowing from the heaviness of his blood and his arrogance, they were standing in line with the golden columns that covered the streets and alleys of the planet (Antaru), frozen in their places, bending over to him, venerating peace, and the streets were freezing in place like a torrential torrent. He was paralyzed by snow and cold on a snowy day. Everyone had to walk in Antar road and follow his way. Why not in his way, and his way is the right path and the straight path, and He is the All-Knowing Fattah who sustains the worm in the stone. Contrasting it, he is certainly able to (chop it) this is how the picture painted for him, which he excelled in drawing and misleading its colors, the genius painter (Samson), who His greatest secret was hidden, and only Antar and his minister were known. And after the end of the annual celebration in which the naive people who believe in Antar's supernatural abilities, the believers and those who believe in him, applauded, it is only because they do not know. The clowns and hypocrites among those who have interests and benefits with him and his followers grew proud. The more he increased in his greatness and power and increased in the hearts of the gullible, sorry (believers). Blind so that their faith would be stronger and have meaning. Otherwise, what is its value if their minds are awakened.! No and a thousand no, let the mind fall and sleep and blind, and the banners of faith rise loudly (Antar is the greatest and the only one, the biggest and the greatest, Antar Antar. Resentment, anxiety, apprehension, and a bewilderment scattered letters on his lips as he purred them in anger: It is not permissible for me to stay like this, Qandil.
Minister Qandil was surprised: What do you want, my lord? I am at your service and everyone is at your service, and everyone is at your disposal and at your fingertips. Antar firmly: I want you to write me a law…a law that everyone on the planet follows, so that it becomes a law they follow and a law they seek.
- A jellyfish is a lake and is apprehensive: but, O Lord, without anything, they worship you and glorify you and fear without a law, or a law, or a deterrent that deters and threatens them.!
- Antar refused and resentment started as if a thick cloud covered a ray that appeared from an idea in his big head, so it blocked his light, saying: No, no, this is no longer enough. Their fear is unconditional. Therefore, it raises my anxiety and fuels my fears.
Qandeel was filled with bewilderment and astonishment: How? Lord, for the first time, I feel incapable of understanding you. !!!! What do you mean by your words, my lord, please explain to me.
Antar clenched his teeth with a squeak like the rumble of a strong wind coming: I want them to fear me for an eternal fear that has no end to it. Not just because I am among them or pass in front of them. Rather, I want them to fear forever, even after their death! This will only be achieved through a law, Sharia or system that guarantees me the continuity of their glorification of me and their fear of me all the time, even when I am not present, even if they hear, for example, that one day I disappeared from existence or left or anything else, as fear must be filled with my oppression and punishment Their hearts,, should never believe in my side nor be assured of my final satisfaction with them. So that their loyalty remains not contingent upon their fear and panic, and they continue to pant after My pleasure and covet My pleasure in order to obtain a reward and fear My punishment. Qandil shaking his head: Now I understand you, my lord.. You want to guarantee your survival and continuity through their endless fear. Infinite Unlimited Unlimited.
Antar: Indeed. I want infinite fear conditioned by eternal greed that guarantees me all glorification and loyalty and leads to blind obedience.
- — A jellyfish with a malicious smile, like the poison of a snake dripping from under a hidden mask: Of course, my lord….Transfer from your tolerant law. So they become believers in it, and in order for them to be true believers, they must be like deaf blind people.
- Antar rose standing as if anxiety and fear possessed him while he was clinging to the back of his chair and he leaned on it like a crutch to protect him from falling: woe to them, woe to them, then woe and doom for those who violate my laws and my Sharia or beg him to deviate from my rulings.
Qandil thought deeply: Let me think about it a little, my lord, for something like this needs deep planning. The order must come to them gradually, step by step, so that our Shariah is divided into parts, just like the chapters of a novel. A novel in which you are the only hero. You must take ideas and a platform with each chapter of the novel.
Antar eagerly and passionately, the words and their letters flowed down his lips like a waterfall of raindropping Ghaith: Why? Why all this, dear Qandil, my dear friend.
A jellyfish and he approached him whispering in a voice like the hissing of snakes and the cunning of foxes shining in his eyes like a wolf that is about to pounce on its prey: until their confusion is more intense and to attract them to follow all the chapters of the novel to the end of it, so their passion increases and their desire ignites and their passion for their hero ignites, so they remain on their loyalty and fondness and who is it only for them. through dispersion, confusion, and division. You have to later, or forbid your greatness, my lord, to understand or understand the matter of this narration.
Antar, who understood his purpose from his words with great admiration: Of course, their division and disagreement will make them in a permanent struggle and continuous disagreement, and this increases the enthusiasm of each of them to obtain my closeness and my love and to win the reward and reward of my obedience. And that he is the most deserving and most worthy of me and near me, because he is the only one who knows me.
Qandeel laughing full of his cheeks: In their disagreement and disagreement, this is mercy.
- Antar is exchanging laughter that shook his wide and wide palace and filled its sides: Yes, yes … a mercy for us, and a benefit for us.
Their laughter became louder until he heard its echoes resounding throughout the entire planet (Antaruto), as if it was heard by the smelly and the late..
Chapter Three(Antar and the Color)
The janitor of the palace hurriedly entered, confusion and stammering on his features, declaring his desire to utter some words on his lips, looming as lightning looms in the space of a stormy, rainy night.
Antar ordered him to appear before his throne, wondering apprehensively: What happened to you, O eyebrow, why do you seem to be so confused and bewildered?
The eyebrow stutters: He is a strange person with a suspicious appearance, the like of whom I have never seen before.
Antar immediately came out of his place and had understood and knew who the stranger was as he shook his head quickly like a hammer that descends and rises to the eyebrow ordering the necessity of entering this person very quickly and preventing anyone from entering them. The eyebrow came out immediately, executing the order in a terrible silence.
The mysterious man entered immediately and approached Antar, who was possessed by fear and anxiety, and he was wondering: What brings you now, Samson, all of a sudden?
Samson, with a sly smile, shone through his sharp teeth as he whistled like a whistling wind heralding a storm, and a faint light shone in his small, narrow eyes, saying, "You know that I can do anything and everything, in any form and at any time I want."
Antar with noticeable tension and a hoarse, intermittent voice, like the sound of a mill turning slowly in grinding coarse grains: But the guard saw you and other guards and....
Samson interrupted him confidently: There is no need for all this fear. You know very well that I have brought my masks, which I use when necessary, and I am perfectly capable of blasting from the mind of this eyebrow and other my image, and forgetting it completely if some of my cursed incantations are recited to it. But this is not our topic. Do not take me away from what I came to you for.
Antar wondered eagerly and curiously: What is your topic and why did you surprise me by coming in such a hurry?
Samson replied, reprimanding, and in a tone of raging, hidden anger: How can you allow yourself to begin and begin writing a law, or statute, or texts and newspapers, without resorting to me, do you dare to dispense with my services? Then he turned in a semi-circular motion, turning his back to Antar, in a tone that was not devoid of threats, threats and warnings, asking: Have you forgotten yourself? Or have you forgotten? Have you believed yourself and thought that you are the only one who has no king or owner but Him? Or did you think that you deserve to be a god who is rightly worshiped? In a cautionary tone, he said addressing him: Do not forget that this is a decoration that I invented. We are the one who made you this prestige and I am the one who gave you this majesty. I am the owner of everything you are in of beautification and magnification and if it weren't for me...…
Antar replied stuttering as he looked around him right and left, as if he was afraid that the walls of his palace would hear him, the huge, who suddenly felt that they narrowed him down and tightened the noose even as if they were grinding his ribs between his sides and crushing his bones in a mash. Like sparks flying from a blacksmith's file from your eyes, if you meant that I was going to do what I would do without you knowing or taking your advice, you are completely wrong. He continued his speech by asking in astonishment: How did you know? The idea is new, not even one day old!?
Samson with confidence mixed with indignation: Don't you know that I can know all that is going on in your palace and what you tell anyone? I can disguise and disguise, did you forget that? Or do you find us forgetting, as you always do. Unfortunately, I did not see your loyalty to me or to my preference over you in what you intend to do without me, O…..
Antar replied, interrupting, trying to circulate, saying: Of course not.. How did your self and your thoughts turn these nonsense to you? Is it possible for me to do something without your mind being the mastermind and the commanding one in everything I do? The matter is just an idea that ran through my head and I wanted to consult my Minister Qandil in this matter. As for the action and implementation, it is entrusted to you, my dear always and forever, Is it okay without you? Does this make sense?
With a sigh of anger, I came out of the crater of a volcano that was about to erupt, had it not been subject to the laws of nature, so its raging fires that were about to subside, saying: Well, I will forgive you this time, forgiving your slip. But remember that the matter that you have taken or intend to do is a serious matter and it must be controlled and managed. Then Antar looked at him with malice and greed dripping from his eyes like drops of sacrificial blood from the sword of Battar: And also for the benefit of everyone (interest) I understand. So I advise you to take your time and not rush into this matter.
Antar eagerly: Of course, I will leave you to plan and think about the details. We have ideas and a tight Sharia law. .
Samson: In order for it to be a court, it must have a plot, a narration, and a strong story that will shake the entity of everyone who hears it. You will be its hero. I will start implementing it from this moment.
Antar was filled with arrogance and his bulging eyes shone like a hungry beast accepting to devour its prey: How I have been waiting for this moment for a long time.
Samson: Leave it to me. You will not regret it. I will make all of the planet (Antaruto) praise you.
Antar eagerly and passionately: I will dedicate to you my largest wing in the palace and from now on you can start writing the whole story. I want hot, flaming events. I want to be the only hero in this story. I want to be a true god worshiped by all beings and feared by all beings, even inanimate objects. Indeed, Samson began writing and recounting the events in this sitcom after Antar assigned him the largest suite in the palace, and he was staying in it permanently. Of course, no one knew of his existence except (Minister Qandil) the only one who entered it whenever he wanted and sat both of them planning and composing the narration of events And you love the story and the novel to come out with the result that satisfies this stupid and arrogant Antar.
The work began in full swing and Antar waited more than hot coals. The times, days, and nights passed without him feeling it or knowing its meaning. Time did not exist and time did not exist at that time. But he felt the weight of the distance passing over his head and hit him with an iron hammer or as if he was cutting A certain distance, heavy and long, as compact stones, the heaviest of which was the boredom and anxiety of waiting until he made a huge pyramidal pile that crouched on his chest and almost held his breath forever. One day, after several months had passed, Samson came out of his room staggering like a drunkard from the severity of fatigue, and beside him was a lamp, contemplating him in amazement and astonishment, and they both stood before Antar. Then Samson approached him, and an idea flashed in his mind as if it were a flash of lightning on a rainy and stormy night, saying: I found it.
Antar: What is this that you found? Did you finish your job or not?
Samson with his malicious laugh, half closed his eyes, as if he were half asleep, smiling, saying: It will happen very soon, my lord, do not hurry, for the work is near and the writing is about to finish, but we have two very important things left, without which the work will not be completed and events will not mature, or in other words they will not become convincing for your servants. Waiting, my lord.
Antar with great eagerness and hurry like a thief wanting to pull the words out of Samson's mouth: What are these two things, say quickly, my patience is almost exhausted.
Samson with interest and enthusiasm: The first thing: There must be a theater or a place in which the events are embodied and the characters embody their roles. The second thing is that since you are the hero of the story and the protagonist of the entire novel, every hero must have a sworn enemy trying to fight him so that the events are hot and convincing for the spectator or the audience. Sorry (for the slaves. Your slaves) The deceived, I mean the believers in you, of course, my lord. Otherwise, how will we entertain them, or say we will be able to narrate the events in front of them, in order to cut the name of the super hero, the crushing, the destroying, the mighty, the powerful, the wise, the merciful, capable of everything without the presence of this cursed enemy, to show you as a popular hero before him or a powerful god, if you will.
Minister Qandil quickly intervened in the conversation, saying: In order for the events to increase convincing, heat, and attraction to these poor slaves, I mean the believers, and in order for their faith and piety to increase, their piety to increase, and their fear and fear to be inflamed, this enemy must be made to regret all the time for fighting him and not obeying you, my Lord. After he was under your command and obedience, his regret would be greater and his punishment more severe.
Samson: And in order for the events to be more convincing, you will make this enemy sad and regret his stubbornness and his opposition to a hero like you, because he knows that he will inevitably be defeated, and whoever pleases you will always be deprived.
And in order for the faithful, faithful and honest slaves to believe this basic event in the novel, you must then convince them that this enemy did that because he is either a lunatic or a lunatic or a madman!!!! And therefore this enemy of yours must remain all the time trying to lure your servants towards him and tempt them by all means and disguise himself in images and shapes to lure them to his side so that they meet his same fate and regret his remorse!
Antar clapped excitedly with both of his huge, wondrous hands: Wow, what a wonderful plot. Samson approached him and said: And do not forget that it is also my idea.. So they all laughed with loud voices that made the corners of the palace roared. On the next day, the Minister (Kandil) came sneaking hidden away from Samson and approached Antar, saying: But, my lord, you did not specify the scene of events or the place where they would start. The story and the narration of the corner.
Antar: Here. Here on the planet (Antaru):
Qandil exclaimed, "Only here."
Antar was determined and determined: Yes, only here.
Qandil with sighs and distress: But, my lord, you have allocated very large sums, treasures and expenses for this work and these huge events! We can make it include other planets in this space around us, or either Samson descends and searches, perhaps discovers a spot for us, or searches in his books and magic talismans to decipher a place or a spot that we do not know yet. You know that he is a magician and capable of everything. Then Qandeel approached Antar, whispering in a huff, the smell of his hidden and hidden hatred for Samson, saying: You know, my lord, that Samson the magician is very greedy, and he will ask you for large and large sums of money for what he will write and weave from events, so why don't you benefit from him in exchange for what he takes, so that the grants are as much bid.
Antar sneered and indifferently: Forget about this now, as you always hate him, with or without reason. I want to focus all my time and effort here, they are in Comp Antrotto. In my name. Later, I may think about what you are saying. But I do not promise you that it is imperative to implement it. Then he said, perceiving and complementing his speech with passion: Then do not forget that he writes for me a very important law and law, but laws that all my servants will follow, but all their children and grandchildren later on. I forgot that it was worth paying him so much.
Antar with muffled anger groaned in his throat like a wounded moan: But, my lord Samson is greedy and... Antar interrupted him, ordering him: Enough. I don't want more than that in this regard. I have decided and it is over, and it is Samson's right or does he do what he wants and ask for more until he finishes writing the whole story. How I have always longed to be one hero and not one but me, I am just being in a big big story with events like what Samson writes. Get out of my face and go help him, he needs you now and he will definitely feel your absence. Minister Qandil left after bowing in front of Antar with hesitant, heavy steps, and the words were tied with iron chains that were about to rust between his lips.
After a distance or a short, not long period of time, Samson and Qandil were standing in front of Antar. (Samson) approached Antar, carrying in his hands a huge book covered with a strong, sturdy black cover. He said as he extended his hand to the book towards Antar: Go ahead, my lord, your law is ready for this. He (the engraved mouth)
Antar eagerly extended his hand to the book, wondering: What? The engraved mouth?!!!
Samson, looking at Qandeel, smiling confidently, then turned to Antar: Yes, my lord, it is (the engraved revelation), that's how I called it. And before you ask me why I chose this name, I tell you in advance. Because, O my Lord, I have been able and deduced, and you know my ability, I have estimated everything that the soul of any of your faithful servants can reveal to him, and he may ask himself for something that may anger you or reduce your prestige, or perhaps reduce his fear and terror from your tyranny or his greed for your mercy, forgiveness and satisfaction, so I wrote everything He may think of him or a male or female slave, and every punishment that can befall him if your disobedience and any bliss he will obtain if he obeys you and captivate you. And you predicted everything that could happen to all your slaves in the future from birth to death. And all of it is engraved here between the two covers of this book according to studied laws and rules important and tangible.
Antar questioned and interest: What about him? What about my enemy. You did not mention him in your speech, and how he will become a hero without having an enemy that I can defeat and have followers.
Samson with a confident tone: Rest assured, my lord, I have not forgotten him. I have even assigned to him the most important part of the events, a pivotal part. He is a being that I will work to deceive the faithful slaves that he does exist, but he is made of a frightening and harmful heat substance, and I portray to them that they will not be able to see him no matter how hard they try, but he is just trying to Keep them out of your straight path, my lord. I will call him Al-Sattan.
Antar was strayed by his imagination and his ambition took him far while he was repeating (Satan) Satan.
Samson: And of course the greater their devotion and love for you, my lord, they will already be believers, that is, they will believe in anything that concerns you from afar or near, and they will be loyal to you and obedient to you, and your cursed enemy is hating even without them seeing him and without having any evidence or certainty on my words.
Antar worried and apprehensive: But I suppose someone asked or asked for evidence or something of certainty, what are we going to do then?
Samson in a sarcastic tone: I forgot, my lord, that they are believers in you and obedient Muslims. Then he will never come then as long as they are believers. Both of them laughed at the same time. But the Minister's jellyfish stood looking at her, contemplating with looks carrying a mixture of anger and anger mixed with a faint smile on his face, so it looked like a speck of dirt mixed with rainwater and became mud.
Then suddenly and with interest, Samson said: But I remind you of something important, my lord.
Antar: What is it?
Samson: I remember, my lord, when Qandil told you that we must make these poor believers always divided and different, in order to ensure that they remain in a constant race and yearning and thirst for knowing you and being close to you.
Antar thought deeply: Yes, yes, I remember this. In order to guarantee their loyalty to me, they must remain in constant confusion and on a journey to search for me in order to gain my consent and escape from my torment and punishment and so that they do not agree on one principle so that my matter will not be revealed with time.
Samson: For this to happen, they must imagine that you exist in many forms and have more than one meaning, more than one face, and more than one name. They must feel that they are always in search of you and that you are always hidden so that the matter will not be revealed. They know you as the king and patron of the planet Antrotu, but being Becoming a god worshiped is another matter, so you must delude them that you have a thousand thanks, a thousand images, and a thousand names, so that they are always searching for your true identity. And they always think where to find it and how? .
Antar was filled with vanity: By this I guarantee their loyalty to me and their blind, unseen faith in me. And they will never be able to detect me, no matter how hard they try.
Minister Qandil, participating in the dialogue, approached them with interest and said: In order for this to be achieved in a secure manner, my lord, Samson and I made your book and your law that is in your hands divided into three forms, from which other forms may branch out, but these will be the basic building blocks and pillars, which we will call Sharia or heavenly laws, if possible. We have the expression and we have symbolized each of them with a color (the first is white because it is the basis of the rest of the colors and from it the rest of the forms are established, so it is the nucleus of the Sharia. Then the second form we symbolized with the red color as a symbol of strength, warmth, sacrifice, giving blood and soul for the sake of others and pure love without return. As for the last, it is a mixture. Heterogeneous from the previous colors and other colors that seem to be strange, mixed, incomprehensible, violent and authoritarian, but they will claim, my lord, that they have sealed all the previous laws and that they are full of merits, even if they seem otherwise.
Antar raised the book to him without speaking and held it to his chest, then hugged it tightly and lifted it up with all his strength in his arms as if he possessed the largest treasure in the entire existence. He rejoiced at his alleged divinity while screaming of joy like a madman, amid the contemplative looks of his minister (Kandil) and his witch (Samson
Chapter Four(The Guide They Tell Him)
The caller turned around, banging his huge drums around the planet as he dragged palace soldiers behind him while he was beating on his drums that pierced the ears of the pilgrim and Ghady of the planet's inhabitants, announcing to the people the start of an exam and a test for all the inhabitants of the planet and that there is a great reward for everyone who can pass the exam and severe punishment for anyone who begged him And contrary to his orders, Antar, who is their god. So that the inhabitants of the planet at that time knew or knew the meaning of God and divinity, they saw Antar as a king, ruler, authoritarian, mighty and they only feared him. This planet appeared or that it created them from nothing and created them from nothing!!! As the promoters of the divinity claimed Antar and his followers and soldiers who memorized the lesson well, who was trying Samson by his magical ways and with him Minister Qandil striving to achieve victory and dissemination of this idea and planted it in the heads of all beings and people in the planet Antartu until they came to the point that they promoted the idea that Antar is The first and main cause of the creation of even animals and plants. As usual, all beginnings are often rejected, unusual, difficult, and everyone admires them. They were silent. But in their silence, the questions froze on their lips as if they were a torrent or a frozen waterfall waiting for the heat of the scorching sun to rush in waves of his anger. Only their fear and panic were prevented by Antar's tyranny and tyranny. They were not persuaded by him as a ruler or as a strong person one day. Rather, they were chained by fear and surrounded by weakness, and their minds were covered with ignorance, and this was only and only the only way to obey him and carry out his orders, it is their fear of fear and nothing else. So that fear killed their desire to obtain the rewards of Antar that he promised them. Fear became the one who ruled them and ruled them before Antar himself. So that happiness for them became the goal, ambition and striving for it was no longer the coveted, but rather achieving all goals is in avoiding pain
It was no longer the hope of obtaining happiness, but the hope of all hope of obtaining less pain and avoiding misery. Something that Antar imposed on them and a torment that he created among them if they did not respond to it. But this case may not convince Samson and he was not satisfied with that. So he went immediately and in an urgent closed meeting with Antar and with them the Minister (Qandil) and eagerly and apprehension at the tone of his voice he looked at Antar and said: This matter will not be convincing for them to the very purpose that we want and aspire to.? Fear alone will not be the only deterrent and the huge genie that repels our worms enemy.
Then Antar rose from his place like a shell that had just been launched from the crater of a volcano, saying: Who is this enemy, where is he? Tell me where he is and I'll kill him at once. So Samson withdrew his hand and made him sit quietly, accompanied by his usual malicious smile, saying: Calm down, O Awaited God. Nothing threatens you as long as I am present, this archenemy with a stroke of a pen, I can erase it from before you. This if it was present in front of you and embodied from the original! .
Antar wondered in confusion and astonishment: I do not understand what you mean? How can my enemy not be in front of me and my opponent I do not see!! So how can we eliminate it?
Samson: By trick? By the trick, my lord? Rather, I meant by my words that our greatest enemy is archenemy, and a solid plan must be drawn up to eliminate this cursed enemy.
Minister Qandil added in a firm tone and with interest: Indeed, if the inhabitants of the planet managed to control their naive minds, which would not become naive later on, and this cursed enemy would kill all their fear, but would triumph over their fears, and this would reveal the whole matter and would never be in our favour. Therefore, we must An urgent solution and a firm plan by which we confront this enemy and confront it.
Antar with eagerness and apprehension: We increase their fear and inflame their terror until we completely cut off the road in front of this damned enemy called (Thikr ibn Aql al-Haqir).
Samson: That wouldn't be enough. Because thinking, if it takes possession of their minds and tightens its strong grip on it, will kill fear instantly and make fear kneel kneeling in front of its hands, and thinking will cover its blunt sword in its side.
Qandil: What is your plan now, Samson?
Samson wandered in his imagination to a distance as he closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them for other moments repeatedly while raising his eyes upwards as if he was observing the movement of a star and then suddenly and eagerly said: Did you find her? It is the perfect solution that will undergo in an endlessly enchanted world. It is the magic of imagination, it is (faith).
Antar surprised: Faith? And what is faith? How does this belief win over thinking?
Samson: It's kind of like magic. As a magic talisman from the talismans that I prepared. It is the eternal secret that fascinates them to the point of non-existence, logic and subconsciousness, but it does exist, or so they think.
Kandil bewildered and in muffled rage: I do not understand you, Samson. Please explain more, we don't understand what you mean? And what are you talking about? .
Samson: Faith is the magic touch, the spiral plan, and the eternal promises to those who seek God's approval (Antar) and seek His infinite world. The temptation of faith will be the magic key to the religious order, and therefore the metaphysical and its existence must remain unclear in order for it to remain a mirage behind which every believer walks. And what they should know about them is that they must believe, rather trust and be certain, beyond any doubt, that you are the only living God who does not conquer and does not die, even if you have a thousand colors and a thousand shapes, you are one in every condition and in every color and even if you contradict that logic The mind is the eye, for believing in you is enough to embellish and heal the traces of vile thinking.
Qandil in a tone that is not devoid of skepticism and cynicism: But acquiring this faith that you claim is not an easy thing to convince them of. Because faith may be dominated by thinking and turn from faith to denial. The lust of rejection may overwhelm them and turn into the damned disease of thinking. At some point they may feel that they need Because of your alleged faith, but in many cases the lust for rejection may overcome them, and here the conflict occurs between the need for faith and the inability to have it. Because it will fight a battle with rejection with the fever of thinking that dangerous disease.
Samson: No, my dear. I don't agree with you. For some time there may be a shadow standing between them and God as a barrier, and each one of them flees away. But the pink talisman of faith attracts him at once, and I am able to sprinkle its powder in the open air so that they all inhale within their minds and prevent them from thinking sickness, and even crush and harness it to his advantage, so that even thinking becomes a prisoner The luminous God would remain blinded by his shining light. So that he could no longer see anything but the light of faith in her eyes that blinds him to everything else. Thus, he becomes completely hypnotized and oblivious to reason and thinking in a long, eternal slumber, her dreams rosy, and thus all the inhabitants of the planet become oblivious and oblivious. I mean (believers) he said As he turns to Antar, whose narcissistic smile filled his wide jaws, Samson says to him: Isn't that right, O Great God?
And all of them laughed for a long time that shook the sides of Antar Palace. But these laughs were interrupted by Qandil's voice after he nodded with interest, as if a military commander was about to issue an official statement: But for the great plan of faith to succeed, the test must be of value and value, and also for the inhabitants of the planet to believe the idea of faith, it must be explained and simplified to them by people of their own kind, I mean People like them so that trust is stronger and speech is closer to their understanding and awareness. The more the person who delivers the information is close and similar to the other party, the easier, easier and faster the idea will be.
Antar: And who are these people you mean, Qandil? please explain
Samson intervened and responded quickly, as if he understood Qandil's purpose and purpose of his words, or as if he was about to say that, had Qandeel not preceded him, so he said: I will make the idea clear to you, O Awaited God. Minister Qandil only means by his words that you send delegates from trustworthy people in your palace or from your soldiers whom you trust to be the mediator or those who carry your message to deliver it to the inhabitants of the entire planet so that they know your new entity and that you are no longer just a strong tyrannical ruler only, but that you are in fact (God From an infinite time, an eternal time, without beginning or end. Nor should we convince them of that and that you were afraid of a shock that you would surprise them with, so you wanted them gradually and gradually, and that you are responsible for them and that you are the one who created them out of nothing and you found everything as well, and all this is in exchange for or in order to put them in this test who they are mandated to do and pass So that they may obtain your satisfaction and deserve your bliss, and that each one of them may himself escape from your wrath and punishment and escape from the cruelty of your torment.
Qandil took the heat of the words and the heat of the dialogue and flowed like water pouring on his lips, saying: Of course, these delegates and official spokesmen for your tongue, my lord, are nothing but your obedient soldiers and for the others they are distinguished, because of course he will be convinced and insatiable that they do not make mistakes and that they are from sin and sin. with it . Is it not so, my lord?
Antar was overjoyed and overwhelmed with happiness, saying: Of course both of you have every right.
Samson: Also, some of the wives and mistresses of your men in the palace, my lord, have experience and skill, and they can… Antar interrupted him with a refusal mixed with contempt and disgust, refusing to say: No, I do not want any females in this regard. You know that I trust males more. They are the highest and they are not like those females whom I do not see except for the pleasure of males and the arousal of desire or the birth of children, then to me they are not equal to more than this. But they are nothing.
Samson obeyed his words: I command you, my lord.
After several days, the guard entered Antar, asking permission to enter the head of the guard, and Antar gave him permission to enter. (Noor), the chief of the guard, was a young man in his thirties, tall, ruddy, with a white face with brown eyes, with soft and thick hair that fell on his broad white forehead, with broad shoulders, as if he was a sports player. The usual saying: I have something to say, my lord.
Antar with interest and anticipation: What is behind you, O (Noor), say, and what brought you in such a hurry.
Nour: Frankly, my lord, some plans and some modifications must be made in order for the inhabitants of the planet to believe the new call in which the palace soldiers revolve between streets and homes and all over the planet, because they did not believe these allegations so easily and they are not yet accustomed to these sayings, and in order to believe them there must be a dramatic plot. And a convincingly cast knitted story.
Antar eagerly: Hurry up what do you mean with your speech and what do you want to say.
Nour: It takes a great deal of persuasion, and in order for that to happen, all of these people must be believed. You must have a representative on your behalf. You send to them that they trust and have prior knowledge of, meaning that he is one of them and to them (one of the people) so that it is easier to convince them and believe them. What will be delivered to them faster and easier, and this would facilitate and facilitate the task.
Antar and with confidence: I know that. I spoke about this before with the Minister of Qandil.
Noor: I know perfectly well, my lord, the ruler, but you have not yet determined who is the representative you send and send to them to communicate your law and laws to them to teach them in your new capacity that you put on yourself that you are (God) .Creator and present for everything.
Antar: I will deal with this matter with my ministers (Kandil), and we will certainly reach a satisfactory and convincing result in our discussions.
Nour: I have a suggestion that I am sure you will like and will satisfy you.
Antar: What is it?
Nour and enthusiastically: I want to be the first to be sent.
Antar was surprised: You? How ?
Nour confidently: Why not? Why can't it be me? I do not see any strangeness or anger in the matter. Then he came a little closer to Antar, whispering to him as if he was whispering to him one of the most important secrets, or as if what he was going to say was the great revelation, saying: Lord, I am the chief of the army and guard, and I was always the closest person to the people, and I always knew them closely and understood how and when It reaches them and reaches the heart and depth of their thoughts, and he said as he is promising him: I am also the most able to convince them, and all of them know that I, as the chief of the army, am always a prisoner among them and I know their good from their evil and their good from their bad.
Antar was silent for a while, it seemed like an entire eternity in which he wandered in his imagination for a distance, as if Nour's words made him a real god and instilled in him his love of narcissism and transcendence. Then he turned to Nour and said with interest: I promise you that I will think seriously about it and most likely I will be convinced of your offer. Be reassured. And tell him to leave. Nour came out confident and certain that Antar would agree to his request, as he knows him well that he is a selfish narcissist who loves to give credit to himself and loves those who glorify and glorify him and strive to highlight his strength and greatness and shine his image in front of people and since he (Noor) is able to do that, so he was confident That his request will be fulfilled.
After deliberations between Antar and his minister Qandil, and the final and definitive opinion of the greatest witch and his mastermind (Samson), they settled on choosing (Noor) the chief of the guard as the first official envoy and messenger from Antar in his new capacity, which he had not entrusted with him before to tell them that he is a true God and must be worshiped and submitted He has offerings in his new capacity. But during the deliberations, Qandeel rose to his feet, as if he was panicked and worried, saying: But, my lord, ruler, excuse me (I mean God). Perhaps it will be difficult for Nour to convince all these inhabitants of the planet Antruto, your kingdom and your state, my lord, because the planet is a great education, at least for us, and its inhabitants are many. Their number is not small, and the outskirts of the planet are sprawling, with many diverse and scattered areas. Perhaps we may encounter a problem, spoil our plans and waste what we have managed in vain.
After a long silence, the three of them exchanged glances at each other, as if the year of the flame was almost close to the soil in which they planted their thoughts and began to sprout with it, or the seeds of their awful law, I mean (the submissive) uprooted by this flame with the fangs of its sharp fire, so that it does not remain in it, neither green nor even dry. But Samson broke this silence with his thunderous voice, which shook the palace, and stood up like a cannon about to go off, saying: I found her.
Antar with his usual narcissistic eagerness: Say quickly. What is the solution?
Samson: We will first send a light to one spot and only one area of the planet. And since its ends are vast and vast, we will leave the rest of the planet without any envoy or messenger.
Qandil replied, wondering and objecting: What are you saying! What do we do with the rest? Even if (Noor) manages to convince this spot or region you are talking about, we will have other places and many regions that have not reached an envoy or a messenger.
Samson closed half a sample and conquered the other like a predatory wolf, and with a malicious look, and with a cold smile from a cunning fox, he answered him, saying: Do not rush to pass judgments. This is how you are always, Minister, Qandil, calves, unconcerned. When I said that I would be satisfied with sending the light of the chief of the soldiers to a specific and specific area only, I did not mean that we will never send others. Rather, this will happen and other envoys will be sent to the rest of the regions and places I mentioned, and not a single spot on the planet (Antaru) will be left without and no messenger will be sent. This should not be done at once, urgency in such matters will never be to our advantage. I think that it is correct that there should be an interval of years so that every messenger takes his opportunity to call to God and introduce people to him and they did not change their view of him after he was just a ruler and a king only. And when his life ends, he sends others shortly after.
Antar nervous and skeptical: What if the others did not believe what happened with the ancients and lied to the Messenger that there was no one sent before him in his invitation, what proves the correctness of what he says to them and calls them to it? Certainly they accuse him of lying, and their plan will not succeed in controlling, tightening, and subduing the planet as it should be. With a trembling hand, Antar took, as usual, tapping with his thick, thick fingers on a throne, as he used to do that whenever he became tense or apprehensive about something, saying: I fear that a population will turn against me. One day the planet or they will revolt against me and then nothing will be like scattered debris.
While Qandil was exchanging anxious and suspicious looks with Antar, he (Samson) assured them with confidence: Do not fear anything. Nothing will happen from this or that. Or at least he will convince part of them after they gain his trust in his stories and tales that he will tell and protect and make them woven and molded with your permission and will, your Majesty, and he will tell them about his peers and similar ones from the previous envoys to him and that they suffered as much as we did and suffered as he did and because of course he will gain their trust and because he seduced them with the bliss of their new God and fear His punishment, greed, and blind faith in His reward will make them submit to Him, believing or rather (believing) with all the gossip, legends and tales that He throws at them that touch the heart of their believing hearts. Gradually, their words will be believed and obeyed, and their stories and legends are familiar, desired, and even required. Did I not tell you (it is the magic of the blind, I mean the magic of strong and solid faith). The three of them laughed loudly and drank a toast. Victory.