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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