Fiction

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Mahbub.


On the tablets of memory, I saw a Middle Eastern man, tall, striking, groomed beard, powerfully built, wearing a dishdasha, walking majestically through the North African desert.
This scene was from the world to come, what was meant by some to be authoritarian had turned into a colorful world where anything was possible.
He was a great fellow.
This was a friend of Ruach Hakodesh, manifesting her glory in an enchanting, Arab world framework.
Behind him, filling the sky like a screen generated by some cosmic cathode ray tube were supernatural images of the deity he worshiped.

He was building Micropolises in the desert.
His weapon, Jannah, was not some descendant of giant Nazi artillery but a gateway to Heaven in a way I don't presently know.
Also, he possessed a giant emerald-like gem, Mahbub, which revealed the mysteries. I gathered his name was Muhammad Ibrahim, which means "praised father of many".

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