Ramadan ChitChat Pt.2

And with the world stage being occupied by the ghost of WWIII.. and other little wars and inflation to distract the people..

First satan taught them how to break the atom.. by fission.. drawing lines, dividing nations, the rise of nationalism.. but  now the plan is ‘fusion’ –Order from chaos- as they say to create the great reset or new world order.. where it’s all one.. except for the few with their fingers on the buttons..

Eissa : This is besides the fact that gas prices are to rise in the new year.. which raises the prices of everything else..

Why can’t we just default on the debt, like Argentina did, or was it Chile because Pinochet pocketed all the money and the people never made use of it?

“What about Transhumanism, and people thinking it’ll make them into superheroes? Echoed Moses. Did you hear about the woman who heard a few beeps and then her retinal implant just shutdown while she was in the subway station??!

Eissa : Definitely the continued use of “dated” technologies, until they can ‘perfect’ their plan or ‘reset’ is a part of it.. in the meantime they keep our souls fractured with their pseudo-science and magic- including the magic of media…

Don’t Give Up On Allah’s Mercy

(52) Do they not know that Allah extends provision for whom He Wills and Measures Indeed in that are signs for a people who believe.

(53) Say, “O My servants who have transgressed against themselves [by sinning], do not despair of the mercy of Allah. Indeed, Allah forgives all sins. Indeed, it is He who is the Forgiving, the Merciful.”

(54) And return [in repentance] to your Lord and submit to Him before punishment comes upon you; then you will not be helped.

(55) And follow the best of what was bestowed upon you from your Lord before the punishment comes suddenly while you are not aware,

(56) Lest a soul should say, “Oh [how great is] my regret over what I neglected in turning to Allah and that I was among the mockers.”

Mustafa returned to his original question : So Yahya what happened to you to change you in such a profound way?

Yahya lifts up another rolled joint and licks its edge shut before he answers.. : Well, it was pretty weird… I realized that no journalist with any self respect could function in the conditions we were in and chose not to risk it, neither find myself in some jail or detention center like Alaa Abdel Fattah.. or so many others… nor put my mom and family through that turmoil.. I may be a coward for not standing up to the truth, but the people seemed brainwashed allowing the massacres that happened while keeping their heads down.. or even cheering them on.. They forget the Arabic adage.. “I was eaten the day the white bull was eaten”

So I stayed home and one night passed by a friend, Bassem’s office.. we go waaaay back.. we’ve been there for each other so many times.. we don’t calculate who owes who what anymore.. we just help each other when we can..

So as I was having coffee in his office, he told me he was about to travel to Aswan at dawn.. He told me he was invited to the festivities of the New Hijri year at the courtyard of The Idrisees in Aswan.. I asked if I could film the occasion and he immediately said sure.. there was room for me in his black Pajero.. I immediately went to downtown and picked up another battery for my camera and another memory card.. and sat down in my favorite watering hole.. Al Horreya café.. but as soon as William the waiter placed the bottle before me.. I had a weird feeling.. and with the first sip touching my mouth I felt it was the most foul thing that I had ever tasted.. so I put the bottle back down intact.. paid and left and waited for Bassem to come pick me up at dawn… as soon as we set off towards the red sea.. near Ain Sukhna it seemed like we’d just entered a sea of milk .. we couldn’t see anything past the windshield not even the closest part of the bonnet.. let alone the headlights… we tread carefully through this pure white mist I guess for minutes.. I have no idea what made me say that to the guy riding next to Bassem, Hussein, but it came out of my mouth naturally ‘with the back of your hand wipe the inside of the windshield’, and before Hussein could react.. Bassem had his right hand off the steering wheel and as soon as he started making an arc with his hand on the inside of his windshield.. it was like a curtain was opened and we emerged out of this milk white ‘mist’ into perfect weather and vision… Everyone turned around and looked at me.. I had no idea what had happened… didn’t have any answers to why I made that statement.. nor why it worked so instantly and immaculately… Allah then probably inspired me to make prayers for The Prophet PBUH.. so all the while we were driving I was secretly praying upon the prophet… I’d interact and talk back to the others when prompted.. but basically that is what I spent the whole over 12 hour trip doing.. we arrived on the way to Aswan at the mountain where Bassem’s mining operations were taking place… he checked on a few things that were in order.. Then I asked him if we could please visit the mosque and mausoleum of Sidi Ali Abul Hassan Al Shaziliy.. he of course agreed, and thus he head straight to Humaythira.. I went in with my camera filming.. performed ablutions as we’d arrived in time for Sunset/ Maghrib prayers.. prayed Maghrib and then headed to the mausoleum of Sidi Al Shaziliy.. camera in hand I was as happy as a young child in his favorite park.. I took pics of the mausoleum and it was the last night of the Hijri year.. I didn’t see Bassem enter.. so when I stepped out I saw him standing solemnly in front of the entrance to the mausoleum.. ‘Why didn’t you come in ?’ I questioned..

‘He said no’ was Bassem’s answer.. which had me confused but I didn’t pay too much attention as ecstasy of finally visiting Sidi Abul Hassan made everything else miniscule.. I checked the pics I’d taken.. they looked fine.. so I was content..

Arriving in Aswan we were put up in a 3 storey villa overlooking the Nile.. we quickly had time to shower from our dusty desert travel.. then it was time to head to the Idreesi Courtyard.. where the progeny of Sidi Ahmad Ibn Idrees receive their guests and honor and show them hospitality.. I started filming straightaway.. and took pics of people I was later told not to photograph again.. the head of intelligence etc… Thus I placed my camera down and Sidi Al Idreesi brought a plate filled with meat.. and he told us not to eat from the plates before us and eat from this one.. ‘it’s special he said’..

I’d met him once before when I was visiting Bassem’s office in Maadi, and when Bassem spoke of him I felt an instant attraction and asked him to call him since he was in Cairo such that I can see him.. ‘He never picks up his phone’ Bassem said apologetically while picking up the phone regardless to show me that he didn’t spare an effort..

To Bassem’s amazement Al Sayyid Al Idreesi picked up and invited us over.. Bassem jumped to his feet.. and he was like ‘this never happens’ and in no time we were on our way to Nasr City where he was staying.. parked went up the elevator.. and rang the bell to be met by a certain man.. who had us seated in the lounge.. while Al Sayyid would be out to meet us.. during that time the smells were wafting from the kitchen.. duck and pigeon and Allah knows what else.. Al Sayyid came out.. and both Bassem and I shook his hand as he gestured towards the table now filled with all kinds of delicacies.. I took it as a blessing to be eating with Al Sayyid and The Prophet’s progeny.. while Bassem wouldn’t touch the food or reach a hand out towards anything.. in a clear show of discipline and respect.. me I was just overjoyed that I was eating with Al Sayyid next to us… I ate a little.. we spoke a little.. then because Bassem knows how busy Al Sayyid is we excused ourselves and were on our way…

In Aswan after the food, there was the Qur’an followed by Sidi Al Idreesi’s prayer for the end of the Hijri year and embracing a new Hijri years.. two prayers, short and simple and the giant crowds were chanting behind him in unison, me included as I was filming.. Then I filmed his speech.. I can’t remember what words triggered it.. but suddenly I felt tears rolling down my face… and at that moment Al Sayyid looked at something above my head or in my general direction…as the length of the speech and the weight of the camera and the crowding all around me made my back ache even more than usual and towards the end of his speech I tried my hardest to keep my hands and camera from trembling..  To rest my back a bit I asked Bassem for the keys to the car so I could lie down in the back seat for a while before I film some more.. Bassem and Hussein soon joined in the car and put their chairs down.. As I heard the sounds of Mohamed Al Tuhami.. Sheikh Yassin’s son I forced myself to get up as the zikr/ chanting, and maddee7/ praise of The Prophet PBUH was starting.. I made my way towards the ring of those swaying in ecstasy and started filming.. already Sidi Al Idreesi seemed spent by the amount of attention he was having to divulge to everyone in hospitality.. I filmed the colored lighting.. the swaying.. the ecstasy on the faces of some of those there.. I got so excited that I got up and stood on one of the chairs.. not understanding that this was probably an unintended misbehavior on my part.. as no one should ever try to rise above The Progeny of The Prophet.. in seconds I found one of Al Sayyid’s aids standing to my left.. either so he’s taller than me while simultaneously watching on the camera’s screen what it was I was filming… All I had in mind was to get the right angles for what I was filming…

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It didn’t take long for me to stop with the filming and start swaying as I stood on the chair.. The ecstasy and wine of Divine Love fills you then ‘you’ are no longer..

For some reason I opened my eyes and saw a group of ladies stood in a corner and noticed that they were looking at me.. so I straight away ot down off the chair and went back to the car where Bassem and Hussein were still reclined.. I tried to not wake them up and instead filmed those leaving after the music stopped.. During the festivities we were overjoyed that there were progeny of the prophet who had come from all the way from Jordan.. and when we returned to the villa we realized we were housed together.. we took the top floor room where Bassem, Hussein and I took the same bed and others slept on the floor.. I slept for maybe a few hours and then got up took the rosary around my neck and went up the stairs towards the roof where there next to the staircase was a small window overlooking the Nile.. I sat on the staircase by the window and started using the rosary.. not 15 minutes had passed when a man with a beautiful white face and white beard I found climbing the staircase.. He didn’t enter the 3^rd floor where my companions slept.. but as if he knew someone was up close to the roof and there was instant attraction between us.. Imagine that one of the Progeny of The Prophet PBUH and me meeting at the early morning in such a hidden compartment of the villa and we both smiled at each other.. it felt as if he was sent.. and all throughout breakfast we kept kissing each others hands.. I started out of respect for him.. his lovely face and most of all that he was of the Progeny of The Prophet PBUH.. I felt blessed to be amongst them..

As we got in the car and drove away we headed to Al Sayyid Al Idreesi’s Sa7a.. or courtyard.. where he’d spent the night.. He looked spent.. as I’m sure these events with so many mixed attendees can have a spiritual tax upon The Progeny of The Prophet PBUH.. especially that he was The central figure and had to cater to all the guests.. He received us graciously I took some pictures of him with Bassem and others.. and I kissed his hand before we left .. and as me and Hussein were opening the doors to the car something made me tell him “ Qabaltu Iqraa’ ” (I kissed the first word Gabriel PBUH said to The Prophet in Heraa cave “Read”)…

On the way out of Aswan I was saddened when I noticed the yellow smoke rising from Chima Aswan and how much pollution it was dumping into the Nile and only Allah knows what effects it had on the people..

We passed by Sidi Ali Abul Hassan Al Shaziliy just in time for Maghrib prayers on the first day of the New Hijri year.. I prayed.. and then the Imam of the mosque invited me to his home.. and though I was honored I had to decline because I was travelling with friends on the way back to Cairo.. My friends were sat on the café next to the mosque.. I asked him if he recommended any books he recommended a couple of books by Ibn ‘Ataa’ Illah Al Sakandari… (Lata’if Al Minan and another book about Sidi Abul Hassan called Durrat Il-Asrar) bought rosaries [siba7] for Bassem and Hussein, my mom my youngest brother and one of my aunts… and copies of those books for Bassem, my mom and my aunt…

I kind of had a silent prayer inside me that Allah safe guard us on the drive home as it had turned dark.. then went to meet my friends at the coffee shop.. they got up and paid.. while the coffeshop owner head straight towards me… Bahaa was his name and when we shook hands there was an instant bond.. he wouldn’t let go of my hand the whole time we greeted each other.. and I told him that I was saddened to leave.. but he said reassuringly ‘don’t worry you’ll be back’… Then we said our goodbyes hugged and I joined my friends waiting in the car…

On the way back I kept vigilant staring at the road ahead in case Bassem was too tired or sleepy… but throughout the night between the mountains a blue light lit the way for us.. One car tried to overtake us and didn’t last a minute before they fell back behind us.. it seemed they couldn’t see anything when they overtook us and so decided that following us was safer… as I looked at the road ahead, Bassem kept looking at me in the rear view mirror… His eyes said a mixture of things I could not explain… Allah safeguarded us all the way to Marsa Allam… where Bassem stopped at a coffee shop and he and Hussein got out.. I stayed laying down in the backseat.. then I heard a parade of cars honking their horns in jubilation.. I could barely lift my head so my nose was resting on the window sill and look at the seemingly non-ending joyous parade…

When the guys got back in the car.. dusk was already here and sunlight was there.. I slept… I woke up before Ain Al Sokhna and Bassem had his music on with a song from Sheikh Yaseen Al Tuhami.. the father of the Munshid who sang all night at the Idreesi festivities for the New Hijri year.. without any explanation I found tears streaming down my face non-stop.. and then Bassem switched from the Madee7 songs to Qur’an.. but the tears kept flowing… we arrived close to Nasr City from the ring road to Zahraa Madinet Nasr.. On the way as we entered Zahraa Madinat Nasr I was spent as the tears wouldn’t stop and perched the side of my head on the left backseat window behind Bassem who was driving.. As soon as we entered Madinet Nasr.. A man that looked familiar was stood on our left holding a long straight walking stick and as we passed him he shouted “Maddad ya Sidi Abul Hassan”.. with tears still streaming down my face I looked at Bassem in the rearview mirror to surmise if he’d just witnessed what I had witnessed and his expression said so…

That day Bassem asked me to run his Maadi office.. and picked me up later in the day and dropped me there.. I sat as an English instructor was giving conversation classes to ESL students.. Later he came and picked me up with his son Bassem as well… So Bassem Bassem and I hit it off from the very beginning..

During my time at Bassem’s office He and his partner Hanan organized a Qur’an competition.. Together we went to Tanta to visit a Qur’an instructor named Taha.. on the way back we visited Sidi Ahmad Al-Badawi.. the doors were closed and I was heartbroken that I couldn’t get in and cried again.. with all the fuqaraa’ lying on the ground and sitting before the entrance waiting.. a policeman arrived and let in some man with a white galabeyya [Upper Egypt dress] whose face shone brightly he glanced at me with tears streaming.. and the door to the mosque was left slightly ajar.. which gave me hope.. I approached the door and knocked politely the policeman refused me entry.. crying I turned around and returned to Bassem and Hanan and we drove back to Cairo..

On the way to Aswan as I was praying upon The Prophet PBUH I noticed that the clouds seemed to spell the word “Allah” and took a picture of it… Then for the Qur’an competition I placed it at the top of the design of the roll-up, went to a friend with a printing press to make it.. then went and collected and then prepared my camera, batteries, battery charger, memory cards, everything I could use for the day of the competition.. I was so thrilled to see Dr. Ahmad N’eina’ one of my favorite Qur’an reciters.. and Sheikh Al Taruuti, also one of my favorite reciters then I got introduced to some of the most beautiful people I’d seen.. Dr. Te’eima, Sheikh Al Mallah, Sheikh Al Lahouni, Sheikh Al Awadhi; those specialized in the different readings, those specialized in the way the letters of the Qur’an should be pronounced.. and others..

After that came the dreams..

Eissa: Yes the dreams..

Dokdok: The dreams and The Progeny of The Prophet and Holy men…

Moses : Same here… Can’t add anything to that except that if you pass something by for Allah.. Allah will replace you with something even better…

Mustafa : Wow, Yahya that was a mouthful and it isn’t even the end of it, there’s dreams too…

Eissa : I had a dream with Archangel Gabriel and then Archangel Micheal was carrying me upside down through the sky by my legs then He turned me around right side up

 midflight such that he had his hand around my waist… as we both looked forward as we rose… They both looked so beautiful…

Mustafa caught Moses looking intently at Yahya, almost in disbelief… he didn’t know if Eissa had finished what he was saying.. but couldn’t keep quiet with the expression on Moses’ face…

Mustafa : What’s up Moses? Something’s up?

Moses kept silent for a long moment, probably trying to decide whether to speak up or not… finally he opened up…

Moses : It’s funny you should mention Al Sayyid Al Idreesi.. as well as dreams.. because He and I met on several occasions and it was my dreams that led me to him…

Eissa : How so?

Moses : Well I had a succession of dreams that had me try and search for answers.. and the trail led me to the Sa7a of Al Idreesis next to Al Hussein Mosque where I met Al Sayyid Al Idreesi… He was so kind and Humble and hospitable, just as one would imagine The Progeny of The Prophet PBUH to be… He listened to my dreams and didn’t interrupt me once until I was done..

Yahya : What did you dream of ?

Moses : The first two dreams were about the Kaaba Al Musharafa in Mecca…

In the first dream the Kaa’ba was surrounded by scaffolding.. you know like the steel pipes they use in construction ? And the Kaa’ba itself was covered with plates of black metal connected by rivets… and standing on the scaffolding were two women with their hair uncovered in such a Holy site.. One was clearly a blonde foreigner the other had Arab features with Black hair and they were perched on the scaffolding the way you would lean on your balcony railing… and discussing something…

Eissa : That’s so weird ! When was this ?!

Moses : This was back in 2015…

Eissa : Wasn’t there scaffolding around the Kaa’ba recently in the past couple of years sometime ?!

Moses : Exactly ! That’s why I was reluctant to even speak of it, even to you guys…

Yahya : What about the second dream ?

Moses : In the second dream it seemed like I was flying inside the Kaa’ba..

Mustafa : Mashaa’ Allah.. Allahum Salli ‘ala Sidna Al Nabi [Allah’s Will Be Done.. Allah Pray upon The Prophet PBUH]

Moses continued : well first I stood in front of the doors to the Kaa’ba.. then I found myself flying inside near the ceiling looking down at the open Kaaba doors.. as the self same two women the blonde foreigner and the one with black hair.. still with their heads uncovered entered the Kaa’ba..

Eissa : And then what ?!

Moses : That’s it…

Mustafa : And what did Al Sayyid Al Idreesi say?

Moses : He simply smiled and said in a most-peaceful way ‘Inshaa’ Allah Kheir’ [Allah Willing All will be fine]…

Eissa : That’s it ? He didn’t give you any interpretation or explanation ?

Moses : No.

Eissa : And you didn’t press him for an explanation ?!

Moses : The expression on his face and words.. made me feel as if I’d done my duty and delivered the message.. plus I didn’t know then that they would actually place scaffolding around the Kaa’ba !!

Dokdok silent and listening intently all throughout, was leaning forward to the point that he almost fell off the edge of his chair, Mustafa still watching Dokdok through the corner of his eye, noticed this as well… The expression on Dokdok’s face betrayed him.. He had something to say and was amazed at the coincidence was what his expression seemingly portrayed… Mustafa’s mind ran through the chain of events of how Dokdok had called him a couple of weeks ago and then came to visit and during their casual chitchat, dropped the suggestion that “we should gather our group of old friends once again, like in the good ol’ days” and how their encounter was evolving with such synchronicity.. like they were completing each other’s sentences and stories.. what were the chances.. This was already out of the normal ! Mustafa wondered what Dokdok knew.. what Dokdok himself had gone through to inspire this get together where the hashish they were smoking was irrelevant to the high they were feeling from their shared conversation… What were the chances of both Yahya and Moses having profound spiritual experiences with Al Sayyid Al Idreesi, independent of each other…

Mustafa : What about you Dokdok?

Dokdok suddenly realized that he’d let go of his reservation and was exposed… He remembered tears streaming down his face the whole way he drove to Mustafa’s houseboat.. How it had taken him almost 10 minutes to get himself together before he could get out of his car and open the gate and walk through the garden to the plank between the mainland and the houseboat… He felt guilt at his original plan about betraying his friends and collecting intel on them on what was going on in their lives that his new ‘bosses’ had him orchestrate this chain of events.. but now that he’d been sat there listening to them tell their stories and how it resonated with him and what had happened to him personally, he didn’t give a crap anymore about his ‘bosses’.. he didn’t care if he they had him killed.. And so he spoke…

Dokdok : Myself, I had encounters with Al Sayyid Al Idreesi.. Like you Moses, I went to him with my dreams looking for an explanation…

In one dream.. there was a cat in an alley and for some reason I tried to pick it up and it scratched my hand… Nonetheless I picked it and headed to a black jeep Cherokee that was parked and opened the door behind the driver.. inside was a big black panther that I felt was somehow was the cat’s mother.. so I returned the cat to the panther and the black Cherokee drove off…

In another dream I was walking and came across a beautiful old man sat with his back towards the corner of a building and a snake was dancing in front of him as he clicked his fingers I felt so happy just looking at this beautiful old man and didn’t care for the snake .. when the old man clicked his right hand fingers the snake swayed that way and when he clicked his left.. the snake swayed that way.. then the old man and I smiled at each other..  and I crossed the corner of the building and found the snake following me between my feet and still feeling filled with joy.. I tried my utmost not to step on the snake lifting this leg then the other to avoid harming it… then at some point I felt that the old beautiful man had clicked his fingers and the snake left and returned to him…

In yet another dream I was walking with a beautiful clean-shaven man wearing a white galabeyya and white turban.. that I felt overjoyed just to be walking in His company.. we passed through a bar but didn’t stop and walked out through saloon doors like in the old wild west… together with me following a step behind… as we walked there came a corner to my left where there was a crowd of people.. and I guess out of joy and wanting to express it I began singing to the crowd that Rod Stewart song.. “I am Sailing”

While I was singing my voice started off beautifully then somewhere midway I felt like I began singing out of tune at which point this beautiful man touched my throat and I woke up…

In another dream still I was walking next to a beautiful green lush garden with a short picket-fence.. and the pickets were widely spaced that they didn’t even reach my waist and there was at least 20 centimeters between each white wooden picket and perched on one of the pickets was a white dove which I was once again overjoyed just to see.. then it flew and stood on my right hand as I walked… which filled me with even greater joy and love…

Then there was this dream where I was walking with Al Sayyid Al Idreesi dressed in a white galabeyya and turban.. and it was as if we were looking at a newly built city admiring it and content.. then I turned to look at him and he was that beautiful clean-shaven man so my joy and love grew even more..

Dokdok looked up to see all their faces staring at him.. and thus felt self-conscious and stopped talking.. he’d said enough he told himself…

The other four were all amazed at what Dokdok had shared and what each of them had shared.. and how they’d all come together to share this most-unexpected of circumstances… They ALL knew .. this was meant to be.. it had been written.. and decreed… and with total humility they all felt privileged to be together again on this blessed night.. even Mustafa who had began to have doubts about Dokdok.. all his doubts had dissipated as he watched Dokdok sharing his dreams not knowing that tears were streaming down his face…

Mustafa spoke to Dokdok : You know you’re beautiful brother..

It was then that Dokdok noticed that his tears had wet his neck, running down his chest, even dripping onto his trousers…

He tried to make a gesture where –as if he was secretly wiping away the tears as he wiped his face and continued as if he was running his fingers through his hair…

A long pause stretched for some long time as each of them fell in silence, all of them with tears running down their faces as they tried to digest and comprehend what was happening…

Eissa was first to speak : Thank you Mustafa for getting us back together..

Mustafa with tears still streaming simply pointed at Dokdok… towards whom they all looked again in amazement and gratitude.. for their tears felt like healing..

Once they could gather themselves up Dokdok now looked at Mustafa… : How about you dear friend?

Mustafa : Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah…

Meshi… Bismi Allah Al Rahman Al Raheem…

You all know I was studying medicine when we first met?

And was pretty much the bees knees to the whole faculty with my long hair and crazy, wild ways, while at the same time trying to remain humble and accepting of everyone and everything…  Originally I had wanted to enter computer science in the AUC and even did my TOEFL test but for some reason the results never arrived at my grandma’s address, perhaps it was because my father- may Allah rest his soul- was adamant that I become a doctor. He took my graduation papers and entered me into med school on his transit in Cairo during a business trip, and collected my acceptance letter to med school on his transit on the way back from his business trip… He bought me a Sony Walkman as a ‘reward’ for being accepted into med school from the duty free on his trip back to Kuwait where I grew up and studied.. Placed in front of HIS already actioned decision, my negotiation with him resulted in that I would stay in med school until the TOEFL results came out and I could transfer with a scholarship- due to my grades- to Computer Science.. With the TOEFL results never arriving at my Grandma’s house where I was staying on my arrival to Cairo and my first time living in Egypt, even though I knew for a fact that I’d aced the test, I spent my first year in med school… There I wasn’t comfortable.. and my grandfather being paralyzed because some famous neurosurgeon injured his spinal cord while giving him a spinal anesthesia.. so the-once super-classy man who’d been the engineer in charge of building the Cairo fairgrounds- now The Cairo Opera House after the government burnt the first Opera house to blame it on the Muslim brotherhood- who never had a hair out-of-place as he used two bristle brushes simultaneously to brush his hair in a ritual that I found hypnotizing to watch as a child- was now confined to a wheel-chair with a potty built-in.

Boy, do false-flags go waaaay back ! Hitler had done it to the Reichstag and ended up leading the fascist Nazi party and eventually Germany and almost the world. This cool grandfather who always found the lighter side of any situation was now confined to his bed and couldn’t stand up, let alone stand up for me.. my grandma.. Allah bless both their souls, had Parkinson’s disease and her medication barely allowed her to be aware enough to pray and do her zikr/ remembrance of Allah using her thousand-bead rosary to recite Allah’s Holy Names, parts of the Qur’an she would repeat and pray upon The Prophet PBUH.

I neither wanted to trouble or burden her by what agitated me and eventually drove me away.. I would wake up after dawn to shower and then walk all the way from Al Sabaq street next to the Merryland [which used to be the race tracks ] all the way to Saray el Qobba metro station where I rode to Sayyida Zeinab PBUH metro station and walk from there to Al Qasr El ‘Eini, where, thankfully, I was transferred after I was advised by the Dean of Zaqaziq med school to offer a ‘donation’ to allow my transfer to Cairo med school to go through, even though my grades more than sufficed, and Zaqaziq med school was taking higher grades than Cairo med school that year, so I could down-grade if I so chose instead of spending half of my day trekking back and forth between Cairo and Zaqaziq.. But pay, I mean ‘donate’ I did.. At least I didn’t have to travel for hours everyday just to arrive at university- let alone be expected to start learning… then hours to get back home… I thank my aunt for accompanying me on those trips and showing me the ropes as this was my first time of having to deal with Egypt’s ‘beurocracy’ and ‘open desk’ policies… where grease or as they like to say ‘what about our tea?’ was the rule..

I’d get up to take a shower as winter started to find that my towel was wet like it had just been washed.. so would have to walk all the way to the metro station wet; body, hair and all. Things were still analogue back then, CDs were as digital as you got back then in ’93, so my parents would record audio tapes to me to send their messages as I would find a quiet time to record mine to send to them..

A blanket on the floor, a pillow, a kenwood speaker on either side of the pillow, a stack of books and a human skeleton was all I had in our empty apartment in Nasr City. I felt sorry for myself, especially when I got so sick and shivering and had no energy to even go down and buy medication or even get out of bed for days. Not a knock at my door, nor a human voice for days. At that point I cried feeling helpless and alone, then out of nowhere I felt hand tenderly caressing my back and patting it reassuringly. I stiffened like a piece of wood and started to read Al Ma’uthataiyn without daring to open my eyes or look behind me.. and kept repeating them out aloud until I fell asleep, not knowing who’s or what’s hand that was, nor daring to look behind me. It was probably 4 days before I could get up and get a drink of tap water, and I definitely was not hallucinating that hand out of some fever or shivers or anything. That simple caress and patting carried so much meaning, the way you would run your hand over an orphan’s head to let them know they weren’t alone in the world.

And the days passed and there wasn’t a single knock at the door or doorbell ring, there wasn’t even a phone. Once I regained enough of my energy to get up and get dressed and go down, I went down to the Central phone company of Nasr City like half a kilometer down the street where I’d lived, tell them the number and wait until they had a connection and someone answered on the other side then they told me to enter booth number whatever and I had a chance to speak to someone from my family.

What with my long hair, pretty athletic physique and clothing style and taste in music, as I always had my Walkman on me, whether to hear my family’s voices on the recorded tapes and remember home, or listen to music that reminded me of my friends in high school, especially rock like Metallica’s Black album, or Guns’n’Roses or others to remind me of my best friend in high school Haitham, or oldies that my mom loved to remind me of her..  or songs my younger brother liked…

I must’ve seemed extremely exotic to my fellow med students’ eyes- that muscly, long-haired guy in DMs that would do press-ups with hands placed on either side of a corner three-storeys high, that in no-time I became a hit with some of my fellow students, and at least caught the eye of everyone in the faculty in Cairo med school. Yet just as the law of duality dictated; I was simultaneously hated by many- for whatever personal reasons they used to justify their hatred or spite.. my dress-code, long hair, obvious death-wish, devil-may-care attitude, lone-wolf ways.. just a crazy mix of contradictions that drove them insanely curious..  A crowd slowly began to gather around me; Ahmad Fayez “Fizo” and Mohamed Hammam “Hammam”, the duo known as Pizo & Hammate (two of the little bones in the hand) and Akram all had attended their final year of high school in Riverside military Academy in the US to receive their degrees, Dina was a sweet and decent girl who also lived close by in Nasr City, Sherry was a cool and daring darling that once while driving me home after anatomy tuition, was harassed by a guy driving a car next to us, who was so disrespectful that he paid no attention whatsoever that there was a guy –me- sat next to her and kept laying the lamest pickup lines that it would be an insult to idiots everywhere were I to call him one… Sherry led him on until his window was close enough to whisper to her as we drove fast down Salah Salem street on the other side of Al ‘Obour buildings then all of a sudden she swerved against him that he swerved sharply to the left- his car getting up on the aisle in the middle of the freeway and slamming head-on into a tree.. She shrieked with laughter.. and I nodded a thanks to her for somehow maintaining my self-respect against this A-hole who acted as I was invisible next to her… After her first year in med school and after us partying a few times together at club med in Mohamed Ali palace next to med school on the weekends, she transferred to Art school.

All the friends I’d had in Kuwait were gone.. I was grateful for any companionship Allah blessed me with.. My favorite uncle- who sorta helped raise me.. I still remember being here in Cairo one summer and he made us some ‘belilah’ early in the morning and then we went to pray Eid prayers. When he came to Egypt that sorta helped a little ..

Then there was Hany “Clefty”, who was- as the name implies- big and rounded with ‘folds’/ clefts due to his being overweight. His dad owned the building overlooking the Cairo Zoo as well as the supermarket beneath. His house was where we met for all our tuitions for the first two years of Med School; Anatomy with Dr. Ehab, Physiology with Dr. Hany El Seba’ey, Biochemistry and Histology. We had our meals between classes together, laughed together, cried together. The first time I’d attended a wedding was that of Hany’s brother in Le Pacha boat on the Nile, where singer Hakeem brought the house down with his amazing energy and train of hit songs..

My ex-girlfriend’s best friend.. always seemed to be trying to pull me.. or get me to betray my girlfriend.. Though usually I’m what people refer to as a dumb blonde when it comes to females advances at me.. in her case I was purposely being a dumb blonde as we had private math tuition together at her place.. at times.. it would only be us in her house, she wore stuff that weren’t meant for class while she watched the tutor’s face go all shades of red and blue, as he tried to focus on AS mathematics.. Then the gall of her talking to my girlfriend in the middle of it all, while acting to be her best friend. I always kept a safe distance between us, such that she couldn’t ‘accidentally’ brush against me with whatever she had on display.. There’s even one photo, where perhaps my ex felt something was up and called.. and that girl/ her friend tried to get close as I was speaking to her on the phone, yet slowly I moved to the very edge of the couch, and thankfully one of her younger sisters walked in, so as an excuse I handed her my camera and asked her to take a pic of us.. so I sat at the very left-edge of the couch, she sat in the middle holding the handset of the old dial phone with the cord almost dangling from her hand with disgust, as a picture of her, me and my girlfriend on the phone in the middle …

It’s true what the Qur’an says “Their [women’s] cunning is great” while saying “And the cunning of Shaitan was weak”…

Fact is, I was heartbroken when my I couldn’t reach my ex following high school.. she was in Alexandria and I was in Cairo.. and couldn’t understand why she suddenly cut-off from me… I like to think I’m a loyal person.. I actually went and watched that Whitney Houston film, “The Body Guard”, like 5 times, first time I had my brother and others with me so tried to keep my tears back, the other times I didn’t care who saw what in the dark theater…

Then that friend made her move, first she pretended like she was trying to hook me up to a girl who we ALL knew had the hots for me in high school.. to the point that one time when she was talking to me, that self-same diabolical ‘friend’ shrieked out in laughter as this girl was talking to me saying “she knows that you know”! which had my face turn all sorts of colors…while she just continued laughing hysterically…

When I showed no interest in that other girl once we’d arrived in Cairo.. She played her next move.. which started with “why don’t you teach me how to play pool”.. where she would ask me to stand behind her to check that she was holding the cue right.. then at the most opportune moment would lean back into me, where I would flinch and she would laugh… Slowly but surely, her continuous drilling into my head started seeping through… For some reason she suddenly upped the tempo, once coming over to my barely furnished place to ‘give me a shave’, a very sensuous experience, no matter how neutral you tried to remain…

Yet I never kissed her…

A month later, the reason for the sped-up tempo became apparent, my ex-girlfriend who I had really deep feelings for was coming to Cairo to meet with me.. that ‘friend’ warned me that my ex would try and get us to get back together.. Then she introduced all these doubts in my mind: ‘how do you know what she’s been doing for the past months?’ .. ‘does she think you’re a piece of trash that she can discard then pick up at will?’ .. ‘I really hope you don’t let her get away with what she’s put you through’…

Stupid/ blonde as I was.. I didn’t question the fact that my ex would be staying at ‘her’ house.. nor the fact that she’d arranged the time and place of meeting.. ‘House of Donuts’ in Batal Ahmad AbdulAziz Street.. then the both of them arrived together, while ‘she’ was reluctant to leave.. My ex gave her a stern look.. so she came and hid her mouth as she whispered ‘she loved me’ in my ear, as some sort of prep talk for what my ex would say…

Honestly, a part of me melted slowly when we began talking, my ex and I.. then I noticed her gathering up herself to approach the big question : “What if we were to get back together”… Already having been ‘programmed’ by the ‘friend’ as soon as she started to ask the question, to save her face, I cut her off.. I had no intention of lording over her.. and her vulnerability almost broke my heart again.. so as soon as she said “You know, I’ve been really thinking what if…”, my expression transformed stone-cold and said.. ‘you shouldn’t think that way? Maybe things are better the way they are’ without allowing her the humiliation of completing her question.. she kept her composure and we were civil to each until the ‘fiend’, I mean ‘friend’ arrived.. already by our postures and body language I guess she had surmised that everything had one according to ‘her’ plan.. We all left and I dropped them home, and after my ex had turned her back walking towards the entrance of the building, the ‘friend’ turned back to me and said ‘I love you’… Her words left no resonance in me… Later that night the ‘friend’ called me all ecstatic, telling me that my ex had been crying all night telling her how “she’d lost me forever”.. Her words made me feel like crap.. and I wondered why she was so happy at her friend’s pain ?! There and then I took the decision not to get involved or meet with that ‘friend’ again…

But I still had a giant hole where my heart should’ve been…

That’s where you guys came into my life.. one after another…

Like lost kind hearts.. that helped me cover-up this hole.. your laughter.. what went on with each of us and we lived through together.. slowly made me forget…

Dokdok apparently keen to find out about Mustafa’s transformation.. wasn’t about to let go with this high school heartbreak story… “That’s all well and good, bro don’t try to give us the run around.. what’s changed you in the past 10 years?.. This isn’t the old houseboat.. you don’t rent out any rooms.. you don’t even have a TV anymore..”

Mustafa : I do, but it’s in storage in some room or other..

Eissa : Fine… but this isn’t the Mustafa that was ten years ago…

Yahya : Guys, leave him alone… if he feels like opening up.. he will.. but I think It’s only fair with all of us laying our hearts bare before you…

Mustafa : Sure… Fair enough.. but don’t let me get into more details than I disclose…ok?

Well, you all know about the court case I’d gone through? You all know about how it was the spawn of Habib El-Adly’s new law in ’99 that “promotion was by production”.. Thus a lot of injustice was laid down upon the downtrodden.. Even the motto “Police Serve The People” was changed to “The Police And The People Serve The Nation” .. which becam e a notorious joke amongst the people that the police and people serve the ‘Watani’ [NDP- Mubarak’s Party or should we say Suzanne?].. They couldn’t even dare place her in incarceration though she had the Presidential Palace written in her name?! Imagine what kind of arsenal Mwafi had left her in a very secure place??

You even know about that reporter in Ros Al Yousef who wrote 8 pages of fiction about me without even meeting me or even sending an assistant to ask a single question, or photographer? So much so that when I read it I went crazy… crying at the lies.. then laughing at the absurdity.. then crying.. then laughing through the tears… till all 8 pages were done..

At that time I was in my 4^th year of med school.. I’d been kept back because during my second year the crowd I ran with, included the daughter of two Heads of Departments; her father the head of Clinical Medicine, her mom the head of Parasitology.. Well, it was the mid-year exams of our 2^nd year, and it just so happened that she was sat right behind me.. To be honest, I can’t remember what subject it was.. but she had a young professor pull a chair right next to her and tell her.. ‘ok.. let’s start with question 1… and he proceeded to give her the exemplary answer to each question in succession.. I was trying to focus on answering my sheet and the discussion between the professor and her was quite distracting.. and once I realized it wasn’t just one question but the whole exam he’s going to feed her.. I got furious looking around at the faces of all the doctors standing guard to prevent cheating.. and how every time I caught one’s eye they put their faces to the ground.. my fellow students would sneak looks at what was going on and feeling helpless returned their gaze to their papers.. which angered me even more.. at some point I couldn’t take it any more.. and simply stood up in the middle of the hall.. turned around and faced her and the professor and with a very loud unmistakable voice said : OK! Now what about question number seven then ?!!!

My now-ex-friend now looked at me with such viciousness.. while the young professor couldn’t believe his eyes, yet he pushed his chair back.. picked it up and walked to the back of the hall… The other professors watching over us pretended like nothing had happened !!!

So I stood there for a moment until one of the older, more respectable looking professors nodded to me to sit back down.. and so I did.. still fuming.. but what could I alone do against hall filled with silent people with their faces down…

That self-same year I discovered I was prevented from entering the Anatomy final for two years! Two frikking years!!! I tried to move mountains until I got Mufeed Shihab who was then Head of Cairo University to issue an official document that I was to be allowed to enter the Anatomy final..

The Dean of Med school simply stated that there were others that were also prevented from entering the anatomy final, and that these others had built a case against the faculty.. and if he were to let me enter.. they may have a chance of winning the case.. which he wasn’t going to allow to happen…

So I had two years to kill..I wouldn’t be allowed into that final before then.. a perfect way to demolish someone’s spirit…

By the time I was allowed to enter that final.. each of my answers had a colored diagram.. superior to the one in the textbooks.. perhaps I took it as a challenge.. like ‘you can’t destroy me’.. had I not been prevented from entering the final and the grades for that sheet were calculated.. I would’ve probably gotten a full mark…

Those two years I got to know the man in charge of the morgue of the anatomy department.. who on the orders of doctors went grave-robbing at least once a week.. besides the unclaimed corpses that became property of Al Qasr El Aini if no relatives came forward.. let’s just call him ‘G’.. [and anyone in the Anatomy department will know who ‘G’ was.. so there’s no contesting what I’m saying] besides the tables where he was draining bodily fluids from the corpses and then pumping them with formaldehyde to preserve them.. there was the skeleton room.. with all the skulls stacked up against the wall- it felt like I was looking at a scene from Cambodia- then the femurs stacked up, the arms, forearms, and the ribs stacked like a little mountain against the wall… There came a point where we were even exporting skeletons to Libya’s med schools..

Me and ‘G’ would smoke up in the skeleton room.. once he passed the joint to me because some doctor walked into the morgue room to ask something of him.. ‘G’ said not to leave but he’d be gone 20 minutes.. when he came back I asked him what ‘that’ was all about?

‘Corneas’ he said.. we take the corneas of the deceased and sew up their eyelids shut and give them to the doctors… so they can replant them for loads and loads of money, especially to the Arabs… He once while we were both high asked me if I wanted to join them on one of their ‘expiditions’.. ‘what expedition I asked’.. he said they would drive to the graveyard and locate the newly dug graves and steal the corpses and then throw them over the med school wall and hide them in the morgue as they began their preservation process..

It was normal for our anatomy teachers to be driving around with a half-body in the trunks of their cars wrapped in garbage bags.. thorax, head and neck…

Despite all this I continued passing.. even though I never wanted to be a med school student.. yet once I got to 4^th year and saw how the doctors/professors treated the poor who had nowhere to go but university hospitals.. I was immediately turned off medicine and any hope of somehow ‘swimming against the tide’.. the corruption ran too deep.. in every sector…

Our ‘professors’ would actually “make it worth the patients’ while” not to get treated for their illnesses so they could use them as live examples in their clinical classes in the private centers… so you had guys with balls the size of watermelons.. that it must’ve been an agony to walk.. let alone constantly have to pull his galabeyya in front of him so people couldn’t see what he suffered from on the street..

Or people with thyroid glands so large that they couldn’t breathe.. or people with heart problems that left it untreated to keep receiving money from the ‘professors’.. these patients knew their diseases better than the doctors.. when you approached one of them they would explain all the signs and symptoms in a flash… using the correct medical terminology.. doing a better job than the doctor would…

Of the doctors I witnessed in Cairo Med school I can personally count on the fingers of a single hand, doctors that I respect and ARE human beings and not money-grubbing butchers.. Doctor Mohamed Qinawwy, head of a surgery department.. who in both my years in his department gave me full marks. The time I was attending his section he was treating a girl that had fallen under a train while trying to catch it… Every morning first thing he did when he walked in was greet her with a fresh flower.. her smile lit up the room… Another member of the same surgery department was Doctor Safwat.. who the students falsely nicknamed “Safwat Sarcoma” may Allah forgive them.. A sarcoma is the fastest-spreading and most vicious tumor.. while all Dr. Safwat was keen on doing is not to give credit to the ‘undeserving’.. he didn’t want people that didn’t deserve a grade to get it through their connections.. so those like my ‘friend’ who had the young professor answer the mid-year final for her, were probably the ones that came up with the nickname.. because he wouldn’t bend to their parents’ wishes…

Eissa : Ok.. this is all the corruption in medicine and university hospitals… and pretty much everywhere.. What happened to you ?!

Mustafa : Well, I got accused of something I didn’t do and attempted suicide right there in the ‘estifaa [reception where officers and underlings received citizens].. They locked me up in a glass room there.. maybe because the cop know he was framing me and following Habib El Adly’s “promotion through productivity” incentive..

In any case, in the same room where the electricity generators for the precinct.. and after I went to the DA and found that an officer from the precinct was having coffee with the District Attorney about to interrogate me.. I was given 15, then 45 days of detention.. A friend brought me a book of Rumi’s poetry “I am wind, You are Fire”.. the meanings between the lines of poetry felt like home.. and perhaps it was the same night or a later night where I dreamt that like I was back in school and a football match was on and people were trying to trip me up.. then when the match was over and it was time to collect the goal posts I found myself doing the dervish dance and rising to heaven…

When I got the 45 days, I asked my mom for a meal from McDonalds, if only to give me a sense of normality.. after finishing the meal, I took one of the napkins and Allah inspired me with a prayer that I cannot even begin to recall.. but as soon as I read what I’d written, the lights went out in the whole precinct.. An ‘Ameen Shurta opened the door to the glass room and checked the electric floor to ceiling grid, did something then the electricity came back on as I sat in my corner far away from them.. the second time I read the prayer and the lights went out.. the ‘Ameen Shurta came and took a loooong look at me… He did his things with those electricity ‘wardrobes’ and left.. but I could feel his eyes on me after he left watching intently.. the third time I read the prayer and the lights went out.. He came in heading straight for me and snatched the napkin from my hand before doing the electricity thing and turning the lights back on.. He head with the napkin- I think- to the deputy warden of the precinct…

This was back in ’99.. for three years I couldn’t taste food, couldn’t get drunk or stoned.. no matter how much or what I took.. I couldn’t escape this sword hanging over my neck as the countdown drew closer.. none of the ‘pleasures’ I found any ‘pleasure’ in.. and by the time the date of the trial came in 2002 I was led into a cage in court and sentenced to 6 years… as soon as I entered the court detention quarters of Bab el Khalq court.. an old man looked me over walking back and forth.. tears streaming down my face…

“This is your first time in prison”

“Yes”

“Forget everything you think you know.. this is a whole new world that you clearly know nothing of..”

He started by telling me the practicalities; clothes, food, how to spot honest / loyal friends.. how to avoid the wrath of the torturers..

So as I was waiting to be distributed to a prison, they had me locked up in I’sti’naf.. inside there was a tiny mosque.. inside is one of The Progeny of The Prophet PBUH called Sayyida Safiyya RAA.. one day as I was praying.. I heard a calling..

“You’re going to be innocent”

I couldn’t comprehend.. I’d just received a 6 year verdict for something I never did.. how could I be I be found innocent??

[I had mixed feelings about the fact that the mausoleum to Sayyida Safiyya was inside a prison.. Firstly, I thought that it was indecent of them to place her in such a place.. Then I thought, She is with Allah now, and why not place a pillar of light for the strangers of this world/ prisoners to receive light from Allah through The Prophet PBUH and through him to his Progeny RAA.. such that hopeless may not despair from Allah’s mercy.. and keep holding on to the light within.. or even start receiving it…]

But the calling went right through me and whether or not I could place logic into the frame of this calling or not.. A large part of me.. if not completely due to so-called ‘logic’.. believed it.

5 years later standing outside the High Justice court.. they wouldn’t even let me in to hear the innocence verdict.. The verdict came out to me…

I then believed that Allah does Whatever He Wills, no matter what logic’ or ‘circumstances’ dictate…

We headed straight to Al Sayyida Zeinab RAA mosque.. where I prayed.. and this bearded man in a brown galabeyya holding a long stick.. looked at me beamingly saying “Ya Anwaar Sidna Al Nabbi” PBUH.. my head was hung down.. I didn’t feel any redemption with the piece of paper that was passed to me on the steps of the court.. and sadly I didn’t engage this beautiful man and talk to him…

Though the calling I heard at the little corner at Sayyida Safiyya RAA had totally come true on the 22.02.2007, more than 7 years since the injustice first happened in ’99 [more than the original sentence I was given]…

Alhamdulillah…

It was done.

After Isti’naf I was sent to Wadi El Natroun 440 prison.. where a chance encounter changed things for me..

A prisoner preparing some tea boiled some water in a can and accidentally spilled it on my foot which grew into a giant blister.. plus I’d had a unceasing cough from the day I entered prison.. so much so I couldn’t sleep..

As an excuse to get out of the cell and get some fresh air.. I found two prisoners banging on the cell door..

“We have a burnt guy dying in here”

About 20 minutes later after several deliberations.. a key was finally placed into the lock and the door was opened and the two guys carried me to the hospital…

It just so happened that Dr. Ali the doctor general was present and received me .. looked at my foot but seemed mightily more concerned by the sound of my cough that he ordered an X-ray.. something unheard of almost in prison at that time..

I’d had cancer before when I was in med school so I had a rib removed.. but I said nothing.. and left the doctor General looking real hard at the X-ray with a confused expression on his face.. I then opened my mouth..

Speaking in English I told him.. “I had chondrosarcoma that’s why you’ll find the 5^th right rib removed”

Obviously amazed he asked in Arabic what I’d studied.. I told him I was a final year med student…

He paused…looking at me for what seemed a very long time.. then he continued in English “you also have a severe case of acute inflammation of the lungs” and started jotting down some medication that I received only a portion of from the prison hospital pharmacists…

The prisoners had an hour or less where the cell doors would open.. each quarter of the hangar/ block at a time.. the courtyard was a maybe 10 meter by 4 meters ready-made concrete blocks covered by black crisscross steel wiring so you couldn’t even look at the sky without feeling a jolt of pain reminding you, you were imprisoned… Seeing the amount of cigarettes I had.. a guy called Kabaka.. stuck close to me and I’d met an American Bedouin who took the rap for his old father for a car filled with hash and a machine gun..

All of a sudden I found my name being called out all through the block.. then Kabaka came running to me out of breath saying ‘come – Aswani- – – wants you’…

Who was ‘Aswani’ and why would he want me? I walked towards the man calling out my name to find a tall, thin, dark-tone-skinned guy, obviously stoned out of his mind..

First thing he said was ‘You’re Mustafa?’

‘Yes’

‘Where are your things?’

I walked to my cell as he followed stepping with his shoes on everything, and no one daring to speak a word.. I pointed at my blankets and bag which he promptly rolled up and my bag which he slung over his shoulder..

‘Does anybody owe you anything on the block?’

‘I told him that the man selling goods at the corner before the courtyard owed me I don’t know how many cartons’ and he walked carrying my things straight to him and told him that he’d be back in a week to collect the cigarettes owed to me..

The man simply nodded and got up to greet Aswani.. but Aswani was already turning around and leading me out of the block to block 1. Turns out that I had just been instated into the workforce of the prison hospital.

In that cell.. gone were the less than 30 centimeters you had to exist on.. blankets were placed at least 70 centimeters in width.. Aswani straight away started to disassemble his own blankets and that of his partner and laid my blankets with them.. every time that happened.. someone entered a cell.. everyone would have to disassemble their blankets and re-divide the existing space equally amongst the number of people there.. whether it be 30 cms or even 20.. and yopu always had someone trying to steal a centimeter here or there.. it completely reminded me of how governments keep people occupied with petty disagreements.. to make sure they stay away from the real things that REALLY matter and directly influence every aspect of their lives…

I spent two years in the hospital.. taking no cigarettes or money for my services in the emergency room.. where one time I was stabbed by the other guy in the emergency room for choosing not to take cigarettes.. because people turned to me.. why didn’t he think that they turned to me because I showed genuine care.. instead of just wanting to pocket packs of cigarettes and fool them using reused needles?

In any case one day while we were lined up to go to the hospital in the morning two new CID officers were sat with their chairs in the shade.. One of them looked at me intently.. I somehow could recall the face.. but didn’t think anything of it.. He made us stand for 20 to 30 minutes facing a wall in the sun.. At that point I looked up to heaven and apologized to Allah.. telling him how sorry I was that I’m standing this way for one of his creation.. yet I never stood that way for Him… As soon as I said that inside me that one officer called me out of the group.. and asked me to draw near .. ‘so you’re the doctor, eh?’

‘Yessir’

‘Didn’t you use to live on a houseboat in Midan Kitkat?’

Suddenly it all rushed back, where I’d seen him before.. he used to be a traffic officer in Midan Kitkat sat in a kiosk in the square.. He must’ve seen me going in and out with all my friends and girlfriend…

‘Yessir’

‘I thought so’

That officer tried his best to make my life a living hell while I was in the hospital..

It wasn’t long after word got around of my value to the hospital, calling me out at 3 in the morning to stitch up the worst cuts you’ve seen.. People get so vile and sick and dark and totally lost that they place blades on a stick or a toothbrush so you inflict three parallel cuts.. Thus every time you try to stitch the two edges of one cut.. the last cut widens and opens up.. or they dup their blades in garlic.. so the wound if stitched will always open up again- even if it heals for a while..

The way to treat them is for the first with three parallel cuts, is to cut the strip of skin in the middle and stitch the remaining two edges together.. for the best cosmetic result.

If garlic is used, you need to scrape as much of the flesh as possible until you reach raw bleeding flesh that hasn’t been

contaminated by garlic.. then stitch the raw flesh together..

But that doesn’t compare to trying to catch an artery [which is extremely elastic and retreats back into the flesh] with forceps and stitch it up.. as the the blood – like in those Japanese films – is shooting at the ceiling, then raining down on you as you’re trying to grab both ends and tie them together.. and after you’re done with the arteries.. you can start dealing with the veins…

Even worse than having to manage that successfully.. is the aftermath… Clean the Emergency Room.. and following that bathe from all that blood that’s gotten everywhere you can and can’t imagine on you.. You’ve never smelled so much rust… the iron in the blood.. it’s very different than being at a busy butcher’s.. it has a very vile and different vibration.. no matter how hard and how many times you scrub.. it still leaves a BIG hole in you..

People shouldn’t do that to each other.

I guess with my position as a med student and the number of lives saved on my watch.. [which would mean a lot of undesired attention and loads of paperwork for the cops] Allah guarded me from the worst the inmates did to each other.. and made me witness some of the best humans could offer each other in the direst of conditions and worst of places… Usually they say “when the flood comes place your son beneath your feet” [for a few extra breaths of air, I guess].. I say ‘when the flood comes, place your son above your head’

That’s how much we’ve been reconditioned/ reprogrammed from our natural fitra/’way of being’

Yahya : Enough about prison and what happened there.. you’re still dodging the question… what else other than the napkin, the call at Sayyida Safiyya.. what else happened to cause this drastic change in you..?!

Mustafa : Everything is connected.. but have it your way…

Moses : Yes, we’re all dying to know..

Well once I went to visit Sayyidna Al Hussein mosque and then prayed the two prostrations that we greet the mosque with.. Then during salaat al Dhuhr during the last tashahud I felt like there was a circle of balls of white light around me and above me was a ball of white light…

After the prayer was concluded I sat on a wooden bench.. and started reading from the Qur’an.. there was another bench perhaps a meter or two away from the bench I was sat on.. like an entrance to the prayer area and mihrab.. I was sat on the left side of that bench with my bag perched in front of me.. in less than 5 minutes I found the self-same bearded man in the brown galabeyya sitting on the edge of the other bench facing me and smiling and saying Allahum Salli 3ala Sidna AlNabiy [May Allah Pray Upon our Master The Prophet PBUH] he had his stick and this time he had a piece of paper like a page from a book stained with the oil of the two ta’aemeyya sandwiches that were apparent.. Though I tried to ignore it.. everyone in the front row was turned around and eyeing me intently… with what seemed as a sense of amazement in their eyes.. I tried to ignore it all.. but as an old man came to cross the gap between the two benches.. I bent down and moved my bag so it wouldn’t interfere with his path.. once again the smiling bearded man said Allahuma Salli ‘ala Sidna Al Nabi… Then when I finished with reading the Qur’an.. I went inside the mausoleum and read the Fatiha to The Prophet, His Progeny and Sayyidna Al Hussein RAA… The smiling bearded man followed me and perched himself at the entrance of the mausoleum half-sat up perching his back on the door holding The Prophet PBUH’s belongings with his right leg crossing his left at the knee..  I tried to perform the Abrahamic prayer on The Prophet PBUH 100 times.. and just as I felt that it was hard.. The bearded man said.. “it’s hard I know”. Which renewed my energy, whether out of not wanting to fail or perform less than what I intended.. and eventually completed them.. got up to say Al Salamu Alaikum to Sayyidna Al Hussein RAA and as I was crossing the bearded man he stretched out his hand as he was almost lying down with his right leg crossing over his left knee.. I gave whatever I gave.. but unfortunately I haven’t seen him since..

Then came the waking dreams…

Once I was lying down with my head perched on the arm of the couch looking at the ceiling.. when this figure walked towards me – an outline made of blue twinkling light wearing a thawb/ galabeyya and with a turban on his head -then he raised a sword and cut my head off.. I got up startled but my head was intact and the “Light Man” was nowhere to be seen…

Another time- it was a Friday morning- and I was repeating this verse from the Qur’an on my rosary… then when I got up to pray the same twinkling blue light wrote the words on my right “Nuur ‘Aala Nuur” [Light Upon Light]

On yet another occasion.. I was praying fajr while listening to the radio as they were broadcasting fajr prayers so when the time came when they were making ‘qunoot’ [prayers after you rise from rukoo’ in the second rak’aa] .. I would say Ameen to their prayers whether I’m prostrating or in rukoo’ or sitting after tashahud.. The prayers were being broadcast from Sayyida Zeinab RAA mosque.. I felt something shoot from the wall in front of me into my heart and then to the radio on my left.. and when the prayers ended.. the presenter said that the Imam of Sayyida Zeinab RAA mosque had just told him that “whoever attended fajr in jama’aa [group prayer in the mosque] was “fi thimmati Allah” [was in Allah’s Providence].. so after finishing my prayer I ran down looking for any mosque praying.. but they were shut.. and I returned home broken hearted…

Once I was visiting Sidi Ibn ‘Ataa Allah Al Sikandari RAA.. and I make a point to pray in the qibla in his mausoleum when I visit…then Sidi Abdul Haleem Mahmoud The Sheikh of Al Azhar. Then I went to visit the khilwaa of Sayyida Nafisa and while I was prostrating I felt hail fall on my feet.. when it had been a sunny day before.. and when I finished my prayer and walked out it was raining mercies.. You know that in Turkey they call rain Rahamat [mercies]..

Another time I was praying.. with the radio to my left and then a flower that looked a bit like a lotus flower but not quite.. it had more leaves.. much more beautiful and it’s colours ranged from that twinkling blue to the pink and a beautiful purple advancing towards me.. when I heard the radio mention the word Al Azhar.. I tried to give the flower to the radio but as soon as I tried to it disappeared…

Lately I’ve been visiting the Progeny of The Prophet a lot..

It started after a dream where I saw like I was a little kid and Sittina Zaynab RAA was holding my left hand and taking me to Sayyidna Al Hussein RAA.. So I tried to go after they started easing off the Corona restrictions.. you can crowd together for a concert body to body.. but in prayer you are ordered to leave a space between you and the next person..?!

That day they wouldn’t open the main door.. and the officer in charge slipped in with whoever was the imam at the time through the side door.. so I just prayed on the asphalt in the burning heat.. I remembered when I was a kid when my mom accidentally switched on the iron as I was holding it and burnt my hand.. All I could say while I was prostrating was “Qul inna Jahanam Ashaddu Harran” [O’ say that Hell is even hotter] .. when I got up a white dove flew right at my face and braked with it’s wings just a few centimeters from my face.

So one night I felt a calling  from Sittina Fatima Al Nabiwya RAA- they call her the Mother of Orphans and Strangers in this world..

And straight after the visit on the way home I saw a sticker on the pickup in front of us that drew my attention.. so I asked the driver to get closer and it said in BIG letters “Ahmad Al-Badawi”.. the smaller letters revealed that it was a spare parts business.. but I felt a connection and that night.. I called Sheikh Subhi – a sheikh that someone had reached out to me on facebook  and given me his number and the ‘wird’ [daily prayers/ constant remembrance of Allah] of Sidi Ibrahim Al-Desouki RAA. When I called Sheikh Subhi that night, he said he’d just arrived in Cairo for the Mulid [birthday festivities] of Sidi Ali Mansour Ibrahim- which I managed to film and photograph as I was keen on making a film on Sufism.

and the next day- Friday he would pray in Sidi Ahmad Al-Badawi in Tanta.. PERFECT Subhan Allah.. This kind of bringing together of circumstances and synchronicity could only be Allah’s doing… How easy he made it for me to get to my destination and receive gifts on the way… Certainly He Is the Most Light Merciful And Gracious…

I guess the key is to notice the sins and not allow shaitan to let you dismiss them…

Yahya : Wow man… this is mind blowing ! Allahuma Salli ‘Ala AlNabi !!!

Dokdok had tears streaming his eyes..Mustafa hadn’t noticed as he was focusing on telling the story…

Moses just looked down and said nothing….

Eissa : Inshaa’ Allah Kul Kheir

Moses : You know all the Sunnah, [the way The Prophet PBUH acted and his words and traditions] are little jewels of mercy. His wife Sittina ‘Aeisha said : “He was a Qur’an walking on land”… So these little things he did and said for us to do.. like before beginning anything saying “Bismi Allah Al-Rahman Al-Raheem” [In The Name of Allah The Most Merciful and Encompassing and Most Bestower of Mercy]… That is the very first verse of The Holy Qur’an and only Allah knows what secrets it contains.. It is the first verse of The Fatiha [The Opener of The Book] and also only Allah knows what secrets it contains.. So these little jewels of Mercy left by The Prophet PBUH for us to use in our daily lives… like when leaving your house saying “Bismi Allah Tawakaltu ‘aala Allah wa la Hawl wa la Quwatta illa bi Allah” [In the Name of Allah I place all power and direction in The Hands of Allah].. or saying “Allahum inni a’uthu Bika an athil aw uthal, aw azilla aw uzal, aw athlim aw ‘uthlam, aw ajhal aw yujhal ‘aalayy” [Allah I ask of you not to stray or to lead anyone astray, or to falter, or lead anyone to falter, or to do anyone any injustice, or to be misjudged, or to undervalue any of Your creation, or to be undervalued]…

Or like “Allah I protect myself with Thee from burdens and sadness and inability and laziness and cowardice and stinginess and the burden of debt and the wrath of men”

(I guess these days you can add women to that prayer.. hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, eh?)

Or like the prayer when heading to a mosque “Allah keep in my heart light, and in my tongue light, and in my hearing light, and in my sight light, and above me light, and below me light, and to my right light, and to my left light, and in front of me light, and behind me light, and in my self light, and greaten unto me light, and greaten to me light, and give unto me light, and make me light, Allah grant me light, and make in my nerves light, and in my flesh light, and in my blood light, and in my hair light, and in my human figure light”

Or “Allah grant me light in my grave and in my bones” and “and increase my light.. and increase my light” or “and grant me Light upon light”

And from the Qur’aan.. “O’say Lord increase me in knowledge”…

“Allah is The Best Preserver and He is The Most Merciful of Merciful”

They stepped out onto the houseboat’s balcony to get a breath of fresh air and watch the mesmerizing ebb and flow of the Nile.. the ebb and flow was language all onto it’s own.. like the tawaaf around the kaaba.. they all had read into all major religions and all knew what was unanimously righteous and what was unanimously wrong..

Mustafa was noticing as Dokdok emptied his pockets of all sorts of drugs, dumping them in the Nile.. even the hashish.. he guessed the fish were about to have their own circle of honest conversation…

First to speak yet again was Yahya : The Qur’aan says that the righteous men will receive righteous women.. and I’ve been looking for a diamond in all the wrong places I guess..

Moses : well, first off you have to become righteous and persevere with patience and Allah will reward you either in this world or the next..

Eissa : What about all the friends we know who are gay?

Mustafa : Well I guess all they can hope to do is be patient and persevere against these instincts, make sure they steer their sight away that nothing helps those sentiments in them.. and truly repent to Allah and keep hanging on to Him… You know everything created has the self-same ratio- (The Golden Ratio) or Phi…

Surah Fussilat

53. We will show them Our signs on the horizons, and within themselves—until it becomes clear to them that it is the truth. Is it not enough that your Lord is a witness over everything?

And you know what the problem is? It’s that the devil’s army knows this.. that’s why credit cards are created 5x8cm.. so it vibrates as divine.. or artists use it who have been inducted into this knowledge in their art.. so it vibrates as “something other-worldly”.. They’ve been working at it for centuries and we’re still asleep..

Eissa : with all this talk about World War 3.. I keep thinking the End of Times is around the corner.. that Jesus PBUH will be back soon..  What with Biden blowing up Nord Stream 2.. Putin’s only leverage over Europe and what do you know the very next day a new pipeline is opened between Poland and Denmark and Norway.. So the US can sell it’s gas at multiple times the price Russia did..

I know that in Islam that Jesus PBUH will follow your Imam Mehdi.. but in the west they tell a different story.. I never bought into the trinity.. I believe in One Source.. How can there be a Father and a son,, so there was a time when the Father existed and the son didn’t.. and if the Holy spirit is supposed to be the Lord as well.. then where does that leave Mary? She bore Jesus and the story in Islam is so much more plausible to the mind and spirit.. That Allah sent his Spirit to give Mary Jesus and PBUH was a servant of Allah as all the prophets were.. just a man that The One Lord has honored with a message and miracles to right the wrongs in the temple.. or of his time.. and he and Yahya his cousin were sent in a very dark time for the jews.. with the roman pagan influence perhaps subverting everything that the wicked rose to the surface.. the fact that they were contemporaries’ with Mary and Zachariah makes me feel that way.. like it was a very critical time for the Jewish nation.. yet they chose to sentence him PBUH and killed Yahya.. and Zachariah.. I have no idea what happened to Mary… there is a big cult following claiming to be of Mary Magdalene and that Jesus had a progeny from her.. The Qur’aan says nothing of that.. it’s all so confusing…

Mustafa : Like you said, if in your gut you feel there is One Source to All creation then hang onto Him.. and if you feel like reading more into the Qur’aan or talking to us and learning more.. do so at any time.. as we all wait and keep vigilant and watch for the signs.. for the Mehdi.. for Jesus..

Already The Prophet’s hadith about the desert turning to springs and meadows has come true.. and snow is falling in Arabia.. and there is a hadith that says to go to the Mehdi RAA even if you have to crawl upon ice or snow.. Then there is the hadith that the End of Times shall not come until Iraq is prevented it’s money, then Syria, then Egypt it’s dirham and “irdab” which is the measure of wheat.. with Egypt being the world’s number 1 importer of wheat and with the situation in Ukraine and Russia being what it is.. I’d say that hadith is fulfilled…

If Prophet Muhammad PBUH were not truly Allah’s prophet how would he get all these things right…

And the quick succession of events.. there is a hadith to that effect as well.. that it will be like a broken string of beads.. one event after the other.. besides the fear cycle the media keeps trying to keep us in to rule us.. things are speeding up waaaaay fast and the most unexpected of things are happening… if you look at the End of Times hadiths.. you will discover a lot…

Eissa : say one was to want to get closer to The Source or Allah what would he do?

Moses : Well, first you have to say the shahada to become a muslim, believing in it.. That Allah is The One True To Be Worshipped and that Muhammad is His messenger.

“Ash-hadu Anna La ‘Illaha Illa Allah, Wa Ash-hadu Anna Muhammaddan Rasuulu Allah”

 That’s to become a Muslim.. to become a true believer.. then Allah and Muhammad PBUH have to be dearer to you than yourself and everything in life, and life itself.. For what could be better than to be done with this finite world and finally meet The Creator and His favorite Creation Sayyidna Muhammad PBUH and an everlasting life in Bliss.

But there are steps to being a Muslim after the Shahada; like the 5 daily prayers, fasting in Ramadan, Zakat from money that has been in your possession a year, and going to Hajj if you are able to..

But to make a long story short if you keep to these requirements as much as you are able and purify your heart.. while keeping Allah and His Prophet over ALL else.. then that’s what matters.. Allah says except those who arrive with a pure heart…

Actions are the true testament to the heart if you want Allah’s love then the verse says “Say if you love Allah, then follow me that Allah may love you”.. so to try and follow The Prophet PBUH in his actions and attitudes..

The Prophet SAW said (Love Allah for All the Bounty He Bestows upon you, and love me for Allah’s love for me, and love my progeny for my love for them)

(Say, [O Muhammad], “I do not ask you for this message any payment [but] only good will through kinship.”)

Allah also says.. “Allah loves those who persevere” and also “Allah loves the kind doers of good” as well.. “Allah loves those who repent and those who cleanse themselves”.. and in this day and age there is so much to cleanse oneself from and repent…

The Prophet PBUH said that David PBUH used to pray saying ”Allah I ask Your Love, and the love of those who love You, and every act that brings me closer and reach Your Love, Allah Make Your Love more dear to me than myself and my family and cold water”…

There’s always more… The Prophet PBUH tried to make it as easy as possible..  when presented with two choices PBUH he would choose the easier of the two.. unless it was sinful.. He PBUH said “that religion is ease, no one tries to overtake religion and is not struck down by it” so don’t task yourself with more than you can take.. a little effort you can uphold is better than a whole lot that will soon disappear.. A friend once told me “Love is the keynote, Joy is the music, Knowledge is the performer, The Infinite is the Composer and Audience”.. I believe he gets it…

FOLLOW THE GOLD

From NeilKeenan.com

(The “Global Collateral Accounts (GCA)” – Who actually knew anything about the GCA before 8 years ago? Very few, and even if you had asked Neil at the time, he would have said he didn’t know anything about them or their importance.

His unique track record which makes him ideally suited for his ongoing work with rescuing (recovering) the Global Collateral Accounts for its Depositors, which will in turn help to free humanity from the Cabal enslavement system.

By example, Keenan has clearly demonstrated what one man can do, when challenged, to take on the global domination by those who are engineering the complete demise of mankind and the planet.

“My original mission was supposed to be about the theft of bonds entrusted to me, but I came to see clearly that it had to be so much more. What appears to be and what is are two different things. They are using us! Our government has turned out to be one big phony corporation, a massive worldwide scam perpetrated by the Rothschild / Rockefeller / Morgan Cartel and their various Zionist, Nazi, and Khazarian agents.

The billion dollar bonds stolen from me, although important, had to take a back seat. Humanity is calling for help, and I will fight this beast even if it’s by myself. No one deserves to be blinded in their life. No one deserves to be trained and treated like SHEEPLE.”

The Keenan Group’s job is to protect the Dragon Family ‘depositors’ assets.

“The actual re-filing of the lawsuit is relatively easy after finding out the truth about what has happened to us for approximately 250 years. But specifically the last 100 plus years of the fake western financial system is an outright fraud and deceit on the world. Now finally these murders are being exposed to the people on this planet and it’s finally sinking in that this evil is real and we have been completely fooled by it.”

According to Neil. once the Global Collateral Accounts are in order, he will then be able to take care of the matters detailed in the original (fraudulent) 1944 Bretton Woods Agreement.

This Western-made agreement was a major theft on the whole world but especially to the Non- Aligned Countries with not just the first 1944 Bretton Woods Agreement but also in the second 1995 Agreement. To top it all off, the last theft took place even before the ink had dried on the agreement.

The Western Financial System was set up based upon such calculated thefts, and as we have explained, the Western system used Eastern assets from the Global Accounts to achieve all of their goals.

The history events shown here help you understand the important connection between President Sukarno (M1 & NAM) and President Kennedy. Why was their Green Hilton Memorial Agreement so important for humanity?

Some are aware of the gold collateral assets lent to Kennedy, which would allow him to use these asset/accounts to issue America’s own gold-backed currency ‘Treasury Notes,’ that would have allowed America to breakaway from the false US Corporation and Federal Reserve (foreign crime cartel) and further dismantle their rogue CIA agency.

If Kennedy and Sukarno had been successful, America would have been freed from the debt- base bondage system and the secret government. This would also free the G20 nations being controlled by their central banking systems.

The next thing Kennedy and Sukarno would have done is cancel the unfair Bretton Woods Agreement (only helping 44 nations), and rewrite a new agreement that included, at that time, the other 120+ Non-Aligned (NAM) nations, giving them full access to their GCA. This had never been allowed because only the west had access to the NAM GCA.

These GCA’s were originally intended for true humanitarian projects to revolutionize and transform our world for the better, but they’ve been fraudulently abused by this banking cabal.

The dark history behind the Global Collateral Accounts is vast and complex, and reaches back some 250 years.

The Western banking oligarchy’s current global control can be traced back to
the Rothschild family’s dominance of international banking in the early years of the 19th century.

The long-term strategy of the elite banking and royal bloodline families was simple: Gain control of the global gold supply in order to maintain power through the control of global currency and its underlying collateral. Gold and Debt – that is the essence of this story.

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The Jekyll Island conference in 1910 offered a secluded location to discuss secret banking ideas and enable the development of a plan (private coup) that eventually became the Federal Reserve Banking System.

The Federal Reserve System is the name given to the twelve central banks regulating America’s banking industry and it insures that depositors will not lose “their” money in the event of funds mismanagement from an accredited bank.

In November of 1910 Senator Aldrich invited several bankers and economic scholars to attend a conference on Jekyll Island. While meeting under the ruse of a duck-shooting excursion, the financial experts were in reality hunting for a way to restructure (their) America’s banking system and eliminate (create) the possibility of future economic panics.

The 1912 Rothschild Cartel Coup to Kill Off their Competition

The Sinking of the Titanic: Newspapers of the day – owned by Morgan and other rich financiers – talked up the Titanic and heaped praise upon her, saying she was of “unrivaled extent and magnificence.” They managed to attract the top movers and shakers of society and entice them to take the trans-Atlantic journey.

All of the millionaires on the Titanic journey were opposed to the new FED plan to create a private central bank in the USA because it would negatively affect their personal fortunes.

This of course was a big problem for the Rothschild-Rockefeller-Morgan cartel.

The present dynasty sons of the Rockefeller-Rothschild-Morgan cartel

The Rothschilds’ power and wealth made them the masters of Europe by introducing private, central, government-sanctioned banks in England, France, Germany, Italy and Austria, and they weren’t about to let anybody stand in their way of capturing the grand prize by doing the same in America.

The 1912 Rothschild Cartel Coup to Kill Off their Competition

The Titanic accident was intentionally created and orchestrated by the Rothschild-Rockefeller- Morgan cartel and other elite New Word Order families who had their hand in funding, organizing and carrying out the American, French and Russian Revolutions; the political assassinations (attempted and successful) of Andrew Jackson, Abraham Lincoln, MLK and JFK; and the false flag events of the sinking of the Lusitania in 1916, Pearl Harbor, and the fake Gulf of Tonkin Incident, all of which embroiled the US in wars that the public would not otherwise have allowed.

The 1912 Private FED’s Purchase of the USA a.k.a. United States Corporation

In 1912, the USA, a.k.a. the original Trust Management Organization (U.S. Corporation), was purchased by a consortium of banks doing business as the Federal Reserve.

By 1913 they had pushed through the “Federal Reserve Act” and via legal tender laws began a purposeful agenda to devalue the American Dollar and bankrupt the original corporation doing business as the United States of America, Inc.

The private Federal Reserve System, which issues fiat U.S. Federal Reserve Notes, is financially owned and controlled by the Crown Temple in City of London, from Switzerland, the home and legal origin for the charters of the United Nations, the International Monetary Fund, the World Trade Organization, and most importantly, the Bank of International Settlements.

The Bank of International Settlements in Basel, Switzerland controls all the central banks of the G7 nations. “He who controls the gold rules the world.”

The legal system (judiciary) of the U.S.A. is controlled by the Crown Temple BAR from the independent and sovereign City of London. [which is independent of London the capital of England- like Vatican city]

The 1921 ACT – Pact Between Nations: Gold Commission

1921 ACT – Pact Between Nations – Trilateral Trillenium Tripartite Gold Commission: In 1921, Emperor Hirohito of Japan flew to London to meet with King Lloyd George V of Britain, President Warren Harding of the USA and the French Prime Minister George Clemenceau (each one a Mason). The goal was to create and finance their WW2. The Federal Reserve would also finance the German Nazi’s throughout the war.

The Japanese, as per the original arrangements agreed to by Hirohito in the “1921 Pact Between Nations,” delivered much of this gold to Indonesia (then a Dutch Colony) and to Philippines (then a US Colony) into secret bunkers that had been mostly constructed by the Japanese between 1924 and 1945.

The 1929 New York “Stock Market Crash”

In 1929, the private owners of the U.S. Federal Reserve (Rothschild agents – J.P. Morgan, City Bank and Chase Manhattan Bank) used their market power to engineer an artificial stock market “boom.” They tricked smaller banks and private investors into investing huge capital.

Then they deliberately crashed the market which enabled Rothschild agents to buy up most of the U.S. stock market dirt cheap. The ripple effect in Europe also enabled them to buy up international corporations at a fraction of their actual value.

The Kuomintang and Collateral Accounts Agreements

The 1911 USA and Republic of China Lease Agreement

In the autumn of 1911, the right set of conditions turned an uprising in the Southern China, called the Xinhai Chinese Revolution of 1911, against the imperial Qing (or Manchu) dynasty and the provinces started to declare their allegiance to the Revolutionary Alliance in their goal to establish a Republic of China and end the imperial system.

Dr. Sun was in the United States on a fundraising tour at the time of the initial revolt. He hastened first to London and Paris to ensure that neither country would give financial or military support to the Qing government in its struggle. Together they elected Dr. Sun as the provisional president of the newly-declared Republic of China.

International reaction to the revolution was guarded. Foreign nations with investments in China remained neutral throughout the upheaval, although they were anxious to protect the treaty rights they gained from the Qing through the first and second “opium wars.”

Still the United States was largely supportive of this republican project, and in 1913, the United States was among the first countries to establish full diplomatic relations with the new Republic. Britain, Japan, and Russia soon followed.

Between1927and1938, as a result of an arrangement made between T.V. Soong (Finance Minister of China) and Henry Morgenthau, (Secretary of the Treasury of USA), the United States purchased 50 million ounces of silver and leased vast amounts of gold from the National Chinese government, known as the Kuomintang, under the leadership of Chiang Kai-shek in 1928.

During this period, China was partly occupied by Japanese troops and they feared being overrun by the Japanese.

In return for the precious metals delivered by China, certificates were given pursuant to private agreement made between China and the United States. These certificates, first 1928 Notes, then the 1934 Federal Reserve Notes (FRNs), became the underlying funds of the Kuomintang and allowed the Chinese National Government in Taiwan to continue financially.

The 1934 United States Security and Gold Act Theft

In 1934 a new Securities Act was promulgated in the United States, together with the Gold Reserve Act, which required all bullion gold and gold coin to be surrendered to the Federal Reserve (FED), a private corporation that is chartered (illegally) to operate as the Central Bank of the United States and the issue of the United States Dollar.

Domestically-owned gold was purchased. Foreign Gold held by the Treasury was also surrendered to and leased to the FED, which resulted in the issuance of the series of 1934 Notes by the FED. These FRN’s have never been redeemed, and the accrued interest was met by the subsequent issue of certain 1968 series of Kennedy Bonds.

The 1934 series FRN’s were issued throughout the period of the Chinese civil war to assist Kuomintang operations in China. These 1934 FRN’s guarantee the lease payments and helped to allow the Chinese Government to continue financially.

The gold was documented into accounts with the Union Bank of Switzerland (UBS), placed under protection of the Swiss Attorney General, registered through the Swiss National Bank into the Bank for International Settlements (BIS), and blocked to form the “Institutional Parent Registration Accounts,” of the Federal Reserve System.

During the war in China, most owners of the depository notes issued by Chinese Banks were killed by the Japanese, with others being killed later by both the Kuomintang and the Chinese Communists, thus the Gold became property of the Nation, especially so, the Kuomintang.

Many of the FRN’s were left in Communist China when the Kuomintang, under Chiang Kai-shek had to flee to Taiwan. Further, the Gold had been nationalized by the Kuomintang who moved much of the FRN’s (but not all) to Taiwan, which allowed for the development of and served as the base for the underlying wealth of Taiwan.

The FRN’s were good for value as they were backed by gold and other precious metals purchased and leased by the United States government. The Kuomintang appointed guardians of this Gold and securities issued by the United States who came to be known euphemistically as the “Dragon Family.”

The Asian “Dragon Family” Organization

In 1934 they Became Known as the Dragon Family

The Dragon Family is, in fact, a organization that operates between old families within China and Taiwan, above the political divide of the two independent Chinese Governments.

The Chinese are remarkable in this regard in that old family ties and functions supersede political arrangements that, though they might last for generations, are regarded as inconsequential over the passage of time to most Chinese. Attached to this is the wealth of several nations.

The Dragon Family abstains from any public view and knowledge but acts for the good and better benefit of the World in constant coordination with higher levels of the global financial Organizations, Committee of 300 and in particular, the Federal Reserve System.

The US government borrowed a huge amount of collateral assets from the Dragon Family many years ago. The base of the lent asset funds from the Dragon Family to the US Government were the Gold and Silver. Therefore the US government was able to issue huge amounts of USD as currencies (FRN’s) via the FRB system.

During the course of their relations over the last century, the Dragon Family has accumulated great wealth (and Trillions and Trillions in interest payments still owing), in the form of a variety of Notes, Bonds and Certificates that are an Obligation of the Federal Reserve System. These Bonds have values ranging in the many thousand of Trillions of United States dollars.

At the end of the World War II, with Communist and Kuomintang factions at war in China, the International Community and the Chinese assented to the Gold being placed under the overt control of Indonesian President Sukarno.

(As per the original arrangements agreed in the “1921 Pact of Nations” made in London, much of this gold was delivered and hidden in Indonesia and the Philippines in secret bunkers constructed by the Japanese between 1924 and 1945.)

In the last decade the Dragon Family Organization have undertaken an attempt to contribute significant Billions of United States dollars for the purpose of aiding numerous global humanitarian purposes, such as relief during disasters to countries throughout the world, including Hurricane Katrina in the United States, earthquakes in Haiti, China and Indonesia, the Chernobyl nuclear disaster, rebuilding the Republic of Georgia’s infrastructure, water and energy supply for the Cayman Islands, Bangladesh and more.

The 1944 Bretton Woods Agreement: Power Bloc Coup

At the United Nations Monetary and Financial Conference held in Bretton Woods, New Hampshire, from July 1 to July 22, 1944.

The agreement included the formation of the International Monetary Fund (IMF) and the International Bank for Reconstruction and Development and, most importantly, the proposed introduction of an adjustable pegged foreign exchange rate system.

Currencies were pegged to gold and the IMF was given the authority to intervene when an imbalance of payments arose.

The truth is that in 1944, Britain, France and United States were given a fifty-year term of Global Control over the global financial system.

The Agreement was supposed to develop and modernize the planet, when in fact, Roosevelt was poisoned (assassinated) and then most of the world’s gold was taken off-market, blacklisted or hidden in caves.

This allowed the fascist coup to finalize their fiat currency system control over the world. The military-industrial complex, instead of developing the planet, would actually start controlling and stealing from the world.

The Elected M1 Sukarno and Kennedy Connection

In 1945 Asia and the West “Elected” President Sukarno

On August 17, 1945, President Sukarno came to be known as the only true “elected” monetary controller (M1) of behalf of the depositors to monitor and implement the Global Accounts for redevelopment purposes under United Nations Approval No. MISA 81704 “Operation Heavy Freedom.”

President Kennedy (USA) and President Sukarno M1 (Indonesia) — photo taken at Andrews Air Force Base on Monday 24th April, 1961.

Sukarno’s election as M1 was because much of the world’s gold had been delivered to Indonesia and the Philippines.

Canada, Australia, Great Britain, India and other British Colonies sent their gold to the so-called “impregnable Singapore.”

The Japanese, as per the original arrangements agreed to by Hirohito in the “1921 Pact Between Nations,” delivered much of this gold to Indonesia (then a Dutch Colony) and to Philippines (then a US Colony) into secret bunkers that had been mostly constructed by the Japanese between 1924 and 1945.

This is why the Allied troops in Malaya had no air cover or sufficient supplies that would have allowed them to resist the Japanese.

Singapore had to fall so that most of the global wealth could be “lost” into a secret system which made the Gold Standard redundant and fiat currencies a reality.

This gold was documented into accounts through the Swiss Commercial Bank Union, Bank of Switzerland, placed under protection of the Swiss Attorney General, registered through the Swiss National Bank into the Bank for International Settlements’ International Collateral Combined accounts.

Then from within the BIS, the accounts were blocked to form the Institutional Parent Registration Accounts of the Federal Reserve System.

In 1955 Sukarno and the Non-Aligned Countries Opposed Bretton Woods

This was a significant milestone meeting needed for the development of the Non-Aligned Countries (NAC); Asian and African states.

The primary organizer was by President Sukarno and Ruslan Abdulgani, former Prime Minister of Indonesia.

The conference was represented by delegates of 29 countries from Asia and 6 countries from Africa, who vowed to chart a ‘middle course’ between the Western democracies and the Communist nations during the ongoing Cold War.

The Conference expressly declared its opposition to both colonialism and neocolonialism, not only by the European powers then in Africa, Asia, and Latin America, but also by the United States and the Soviet Union.

Indonesian President Sukarno gave a significant contribution to promote this movement. The goal was to facilitate a restructuring of the international economic order. Sukarno’s 1955 Bandung conference was the first ever meeting of the developing countries. It became a landmark event that launched many good developments for the newly independent countries.

In 1961 the Asia-Africa Non-Aligned Movement (NAM) was Established

In 1961 The Non-Aligned Movement (NAM), was inspired by the 1955 Bandung Conference. The 115 Member countries of this Movement eventually became known as the “Third World.”

The first Nam organization Summit Conference took place in Belgrade, Yugoslavia, in September 1961, and was largely conceived by Indonesia’s first President, Sukarno; India’s first Prime Minister, Jawaharial Nehru; Egypt’s second President, Gamal Abdel Nassar; Yugoslavia’s president, Josip Broz Tito; and Ghana’s first president Kwame Nkrumah.

Their actions were known as ‘The Initiative of Five’ to lead the NAM Nations.

All five leaders were prominent advocates of a ‘middle course’ for states in the Developing World between the West and Eastern Blocs in the Cold War.

Objectives: NAM has sought to “create an independent path in world politics that would not result in member States becoming pawns in the struggles between the major powers.

It identifies the right of independent judgment, the struggle against imperialism and neo- colonialism, and the use of moderation in relations with all big powers, as the three basic elements that have influenced its approach. The addition goal is facilitating a restructuring of the international economic order.”

In 1961, Nam comprised two-thirds of UN member states and 55% of the world’s population.

In 1963: Kennedy’s Green Hilton Agreement with Sukarno

In 1963, President John F. Kennedy entered into an Agreement with President Sukarno to provide the funds to allow the United States Treasury to print its own currency, thus subverting the “right” to print the currency held by the Federal Reserve.

The Agreement would have transferred some 59,000 tons of gold to underpin this currency. The problem with this was that the US domestic currency would have then been backed by gold; which would have been a violation of international agreements meant to stabilize currencies.

Kennedy, Sukarno and Johnson

Pictures don’t lie. John Kennedy was emotionally high at this meeting, as was Sukarno, but unbeknownst to them, Vice President Johnson was a member of secret societies, the likes of which Kennedy had spoken against.

Neil’s Pentagon sources advised him that Johnson was involved in the murder of JFK. The entire scenario was set up not only because of what Kennedy was doing in terms of ending the Federal Reserve System and replacing it with the new United States Treasury currency, but also with regards to the dismantling of the CIA. In addition it involved both Texaco and Standard Oil and their loss of income in West Papua.

In delivering all of the information that Johnson was getting from Kennedy and Sukarno in Washington D.C. to his cabal bosses, the Cabal managed to stop Kennedy from moving forward by assassinating him.

With their plans, the Cabal had to stop Kennedy because he wanted to take down the Illuminati et al and the Federal Reserve System. The daily reports to the Cabal from Lyndon Johnson in Jakarta, Indonesia, doomed Kennedy to his assassination.

For his painstaking efforts, a CIA coup saw Sukarno removed from presidency and replaced by General Suharto, who then imposed a lifetime of home imprisonment upon Sukarno.

Upon Kennedy’s return to the United States, he was assassinated in Dallas, Texas, Lyndon Johnson’s home state. Furthermore it has been reported that before JFK was even officially declared dead, Lyndon Johnson himself had been sworn in as the new President of the United States.

Now do you believe that Lee Harvey Oswald killed JFK?

Absolutely not. Lyndon Johnson, George H.W. Bush and the Cabal were responsible for the assassination of JFK.

Eight days after signing this agreement, President Kennedy was assassinated.

Kennedy, Sukarno and ‘the assassin’s grip’ (Johnson)

President Johnson suspended the EO-11110 as issued by Kennedy and transferred the bullion to the Federal Reserve. In Indonesia, President Sukarno was gradually being placed under house arrest.

The Green Hilton Agreement was not implemented until 1968 when Sukarno fell from office and at a time when Global Trade made it imperative to have a Global Currency.

The CIA Topples a Government and the Monetary ‘M1′ The 1965 Imperial / CIA Agency Coup Over Asia

With the help of the United States government and the CIA, closely supported by the Australian and British administrations, a military coup was staged in Indonesia (See: How the CIA Toppled a Government) under General Suharto on October 1, 1965.

As a result, there was a massacre, by most estimates, up to one million Indonesia Sukarno supporters, workers, peasants, students and political activists, as well as people of ethnic Chinese origin, and tens of thousands more were detained in prisons and concentration camps, without any visible resistance.

General Suharto (left)

During this time with Sukarno gradually being placed under house arrest, and only being allowed to travel from Bogor (his Presidential Palace) to Jakarta, gradually General Suharto approached the remaining Generals who supported President Sukarno and were given an offer they could not refuse.

The daughter of Sukarno, Megawati Soekarnoputri, spoke on Indonesian television and stated that after the rebellious revolution she thought her father’s support group would stand by him, but the generals did nothing to support neither her father nor her family. This move by Suharto eliminated any opposition to Sukarno’s house arrest.

Suharto with Nixon

By January 1967, they had removed all significant support for Sukarno within the armed forces. On 27 March 1968, General Suharto became President of Indonesia.

He was not elected by the people but appointed by the Parliament who happened to be hand- picked by the General himself, for the first of his five-year terms as President.

This Coup of 1965, organized by the Agency (CIA) was all about Kennedy and Sukarno’s deal working together to destroy the CIA agency along with the Federal Reserve Bank (FRB). This coup was payback in spades.

They classified it as the Rebellious Revolution and blamed the Communists, but in fact it was a Western-provoked revolution as often happens in any part of the world that does not listen to what is termed the “Super Powers.”

Documents show that throughout late 1965 and early 1966, the US and Australian officials approvingly reported (propaganda) to their respective governments that army units and Muslim groups were working hand-in-hand to shoot, hack or club to death at least 1,500 Sukarno supporters per day, sometimes parading their heads on sticks.

This enthusiasm in the Western embassies for the bloodbath reflected deep strategic and political interests. In the decade before the coup, the major powers had come into increasing conflict with the unstable nationalist regime of Indonesian President Sukarno.

In late 1957 and again in 1964-65 he had barely contained mass movements of workers and peasants, whose strikes and occupations threatened first Dutch, and then US and British banks, companies and plantations.

Sukarno died June 1970 under house arrest.

Prince Bernhard and Queen Juliana, hosting Indonesian President Suharto and First Lady Sit Hartinah at Soestdijk Palace during a state visit on 3 September 1970.

The revenge of the West/USA Corporation was very successful, vicious and swept the entire nation and is still felt to this day by Indonesians. Today, major U.S. enterprises are plundering the raw material wealth of Indonesia.

The 1965 Involvement of CIA Lolo “Soetoro”: Obama’s Stepfather

President Obama’s own work in 1983 for Business International Corporation, a CIA front that conducted seminars with the world’s most powerful leaders and used journalists as agents abroad, dovetails with CIA espionage activities conducted by his mother, Stanley Ann Dunham (See: “Obama, a CIA Creation”).

This work was a part of the 1960s post-coup of Indonesia on behalf of a number of CIA front operations, including the East-West Center at the University of Hawaii, the U.S. Agency for International Development (USAID), and the Ford Foundation.

Ann Dunham met and married Lolo Soetoro (Obama’s stepfather), after meeting at the East-West Center in Hawaii. In 1965, Lolo Soetoro was called back from Hawaii by General Suharto to serve as a senior army officer in the Indonesian military and to help launch a bloody CIA-backed genocide to overthrow President Sukarno.

Suharto consolidated his power in 1966, the same year that Barack Obama’s real father Obama Sr., with his friend Mboya, helped to rally pro-U.S. pan-African support for the CIA’s overthrow of Kwame Nkrumah of Ghana in 1966. Kwame Nkrumah was one of the “Initiate of five” founding members of NAM, as was Sukarno.

A young Obama [right of picture] with his mom Ann Dunham and his stepfather Lolo Soetoro

In 1966 the West “Appoints” President Marcos “M1′′

In 1966, President Marcos of the Philippines was illegally “appointed” by the West to hold the position of M1 until 1986.

Afterwards, the system reverted back to the three Nations who had controlled created) these accounts since World War II — the United States, Great Britain and France — all of which systematically and illegally subverted the established system. They subverted the 2nd Bretton Woods Agreement again in 1995.

The 1966 Control System Over Depositors and Collateral Accounts

From this we can see that there are two functional operations:
a). One was ownership and Depository control by the owners of the Gold.

b). The other a control system set in place to administer and control the Collateral Combined Accounts as an independent Arbiter.

Ownership rights are held by the signatory to the Depository Accounts in Commercial Banks and Control Rights have been held by M1. There has only been one true “elected” M1 and that was President Sukarno.

So it was that the entire world supply of bullion and coinage gold was withdrawn and Federal Reserve fiat currencies became the order of the day.

However, underneath the notes and money issued by the Federal Reserve was the underlying wealth within a centralized system that Nations were intended to use equitably, but that Bankers determined would be used to raid national economies.

The Green Hilton Agreement: The Kennedy Bonds

The Green Hilton Agreement was not implemented until 1968 after Suharto was appointed President of Indonesia.

With the Sukarno Gold that was given to Kennedy, the FED then issued a series of 1968 US Treasury Bonds known as Kennedy Bonds in order to honor the terms of the Green Hilton Agreement made between Kennedy and Sukarno, at a time when global trade made it imperative that the world have a global currency.

The 1968 terms of the gold delivery to the United States were different than the terms made in 1934.

Obligation to Honor the Agreements

When after 30 years the interest had not been paid as promised, a reissue of the bonds in an increased number were issued as commemorative notes and were accepted by the owners of the Gold, the Dragon Family.

1. From copies of Bank documents received by Neil Keenan, within the Green Hilton Memorial Agreement, the funds and the amounts of gold and platinum are specified.

These amounts of gold are certificated, and the certificates and ledger copies with full and exact identification and recognition codes are available. These certificates are further proven by the bank reports, copies of which are now held by Neil Keenan.

The truth of these instruments can be vigorously defended through documentation in our hands and further through interrogation of the Black Screens where the off-ledger collateral is held, together with an interrogation of the grey and blue screens where there can be found enormous fraud from the illegal use of these assets.

2. In the few documents we present with the complaint we can see that the assets have been deposited, the counter-assets created and presented to the depositors — the depositors have been cheated for over 70 years through the intentional and fraudulent failure of the Obligation to honor the Agreements.

3. We have come into possession of the books and records of the late President Sukarno, and all the codes and ledgers of the Global Accounts. The size of these accounts can be seen by reviewing the Collective Agreement between the Garuda Memorial Hilton Indonesia and the Green Memorial Hilton Geneva, established, structured and made operational between 1961 and final signature in 1972.

Under this Agreement the assets of the international collateral combined were established and brought forward, then, within a short period of time misused to change the operating systems of banks.

4. Reviewing these books, we can now see that banks set aside the notion of operating under the charters they hold as banks. Instead of being banks they became very poor casino operators, trading and selling what they did not own.

The records in our possession, signed and registered by the receiving and managing commercial bank, show the underlying funds in numbers and amounts that stagger the imagination.

The Green Hilton and Garuda Memorial Agreements demonstrate clearly the value of the global account system.

a). Gold and Platinum Deposits ran into millions of tons.

b). 1934 series Federal Reserve System Bonds, Notes issued in 1928, Kennedy Bonds ran into Quadrillions of US Dollars. Dragon Bonds are all recorded and acknowledged within the Green Hilton and Memorial Hilton Collective Agreements.

Both Assets in the form of Bullion were surrendered to the Global Accounts through the United States Government and then entrusted to a private corporation, the Federal Reserve System.

Proper Procedure Not Allowed

In accordance with proper procedures that would be expected to occur in the event that the note-holder of record wished to redeem the number of the note to the FED, there would be a submission of a major project or a list of projects for approval.

Once the projects were approved, the note would be recognized and the FED system would make arrangements for the note to be deposited into a bank, which would provide a specific credit line, perhaps of 30% up to 80% of the value.

The Fed system would then provide immunity to the holder to present the note at a specific bank where credit line was pre-arranged. Attempting to present these notes outside this FED system will result in the note being arbitrarily denied and the illegal presenter incarcerated.

In order to effectuate this process, the FED Notes were printed to appear as if they were not produced from official origin and bore obvious imperfections, therefore making it deniable and invalid.

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