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.