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.
Kandil 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..