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Wednesday, January 14, 2015

63- Burning Book of Troubles

I thought that I could convince the General that I was not ill, in the interview. But he might think that I was an atheist like many cultured people in the society. I felt also that he was a noble respected man. They told me his weird name which can be translated to the Sudan President. And my mind recalled the visit of the President of Sudan Nomeery to my College when I was in the fourth year.
Next day while I was sitting with others in the garden the soldier sitting with us said,
"Your book is the reason of all your troubles."
"I belief you are right," I said.
"Why don't you burn it right now," the soldier said.
"Good idea," I said. "I will bring it from my room."
I hurried to my room and carried the book and returned to the group. I then shouted for the others walking near us to come. When they crowded around me I said,
"Stand in a circle around this hole in the ground; we are going to burn this book."
I handled the book to the soldier who put it in the little hole and ignited it. We kept watching the fire for a while shouting, God is Bigger, God is Bigger. At once an idea came to my mind to use the method of Jesus when he went every where in Israel saying, "Repent for the kingdom of God is about to come." I borrowed the same method and said to the group, "Shake my hand and say to me, 'Congratulation they will release you soon.' "
More than ten did so with broad smile and I was very happy. Paying the burnt book a last look I asked them to excuse me to go to the General. I knocked the door of his office and I entered. He raised his head,
"What do you want?"
"Sir, if it is necessary for me to say I am ill I will do it," I said.
"Are you going to take us on the level of our minds?" he asked.
"Sorry sir, I don't mean that. But I want to leave the hospital and return to my family. I feel I am going to be crazy. I have burnt the book the reason of all my troubles."
"Okay!" he said. "On Thursday after tomorrow go out from the hospital and return to your unit."
"Thank you sir," I said. I saluted him and went out of his office very happy. I hurried to my companions and thanked them. I said,
"Thank you, we have succeeded. The General released me. I will miss you my friends. I will finish here on Thursday."
"Congratulation!" they said. Later I noticed that the word Congratulation in Arabic is the same word Mubarak or Blessed. 



Monday, January 5, 2015

62-Interview

One day afternoon the nurse came to me,
"The General wants to see you."
"Where?" I asked.
"At his office," she answered and left. I left my bed and looked at my partner,
"Why does the general want to see me?
"Don't worry," he answered. "He usually summons the patients to speak with them to watch their progress under therapy."                                                                                                                      
Going out of my room I saw the General sitting on a chair in front of his office and my doctor, who had received me when I entered the hospital, was standing beside him. I noticed that there was an empty chair before them. I saluted the General and he raised his hand partially to reply the salutation and asked me to sit down. I sat down before him. My doctor bent down to reach the ear of the General to whisper something to him. I heard clearly what he said. "They brought him accompanied with a soldier." The matter appeared to me as if I was fallen in a plot when they made me be delivered to the hospital by a soldier, that the officer should be accompanied by an officer not a soldier.
The General asked me about my name and unit, and then he said,
"Tell me about yourself."
"Sir, I spent long time in searching for the truth of our existence," I said. "Sure I am not ill. I put my entire mind in the book I had delivered to you the other week." When I saw the General not looking at me as if not paying attention to my sayings I stopped. He looked at me.
"Why did you stop?
"Sir, you are not with me," I answered.
"Continue! Don't give care to where I look," he said. "I hear you. Continue." 
"I read in all fields of life. I even read Psychology and Physiology. I came to the conclusion that the human takes his morals from his environment and his behavior comes from the chemicals of his body which he inherits from his ancestors. So I concluded that there is no afterlife or end judgment. A fair God can not punish a man for something he has no choice in it.  My book, which I named by Survival Call, contains a lot of details to prove that point scientifically. This age is the age of science and people should concentrate on science discoveries and live with the truth. They should not waste their time in thinking of something untrue. "
The General said, "Okay! You can go." And I stopped speaking. I stood up and saluted him and walked a few steps, and then I returned. He looked at me. I said,
"Sir, Can I restore my book?"

"Okay, go inside and take it from my office," he answered. I went inside and took the book. I thanked God that the General didn't keep me long. If he let me continue I would come to the point of the inspiration I am Christ, which made me correct my belief.