One of the bus drivers, one of Araaq's friends, added enthusiastically: "I heard that there was a dispute that had arisen and increased between Minister Qandil and Antar, the alleged god. Despite Qandil's extreme fear of Antar, he began to lose his temper because of what had happened recently and rebelled against Antar. I learned that he objects to the preachers' policy of arresting everyone they suspect, but Antar rejects his objection and ideas, as Minister Qandil sees that this may make matters worse and ignite anger and hatred in the hearts of the faithful slaves, especially after they have become accustomed to boldness, thinking and analysis. Following a policy of leniency and rewards for loyalty to them and tolerance with them may bear fruit, and it has been proven that the opposite of what is said about the narcissism, selfishness, cruelty and rudeness of the alleged god Antar is true. But tolerance was not in Antar's nature, although he claims to be merciful and compassionate, which are imaginary qualities since he claimed divinity, but he does the opposite of what he describes himself as, and evil is clearly evident in most of his actions and words. Therefore, a dispute arose between him and Minister Qandil, who disagrees with him." Opinion and thinking were always forced to obey Antar's orders and dare to disobey him, but it seems that the spirit of rebellion and revolution began to erupt in the soul of Minister Qandil.
Arif doubted his features and his eyes welled up as he said: I feel that there is another hidden hand playing in the darkness and moving even Antar, and Qandeel the Minister knows about the existence of this hand, and this is what we must uncover and confront now.
- So we must attract Qandil the Minister and exploit his disagreement with Antar the God. He will be the greatest means by which we will be able to tighten the noose on Antar and his followers.
— I know with enthusiasm and determination) Exactly, and this is what I am thinking now.
Indeed, one day, when Minister Qandil was walking in one of the side streets of Planet Antarto, with a group of guards and soldiers whom Antar calls his angels, Antar's assistants, he was on a mission to monitor the conditions and affairs of the subjects, under orders from Antar, as he was sending each group in a certain direction to track the conditions of the street and monitor the conditions of passersby to monitor anyone who had behavior that suggested that he was a follower of the new ideology and that he, God forbid, was an infidel to the great Antar god, and perhaps he was carrying books related to matters, God forbid, scientific and logical, that called for obscene thinking, that serious crime and great sin that harms the Almighty God and disturbs his sleep and disturbs his mind and perhaps exposes his shame. This was the policy that Antar, the alleged god, resorted to recently after he was unable to identify and determine the owners of the social media revolution, the hashtags, trends, and video clips that had always harmed and insulted Antar, his religion, his followers, and his preachers, thanks to the revolution of Aref and his companions, due to their disguise and concealment. In fake and fictitious names and pages so that their affair would not be revealed , but the minister Qandil was walking worried and distressed with the height of worry on his face as if he was carrying out what he was ordered to do against his will, for the minister Qandil had begun to feel recently that Antar's affair had been exposed and that his position was gradually being shaken, and because he was with him in the same boat and from what became of interests, he wanted, despite his fears, to follow a policy other than the policy of oppression, violence and tyranny that the alleged god Antar loved, because he began to fear Aref and his companions and he began to feel that they would knock or coffin on the throne that Antar was sitting on, especially since he was confident that the policy of oppression, subjugation and dictatorship that the alleged god Antar was following had failed and that the faithful slaves would grow more and more spiteful and angry, and this was the golden opportunity for Aref who was walking secretly following the path of the minister Qandil, and the features of worry and sadness appeared on his face, so its light shone with hope in the chest of Aref who had with him a cloak of His friends took advantage of the opportunity that Minister Qandil had sent each group of soldiers in a direction to monitor according to Antar's orders. He and his three friends approached Minister Qandil, who was walking alone, and they surrounded him, tightened the noose, and drugged him with a substance that made him lose consciousness for a long time. They quickly kidnapped him before anyone noticed and took him to the house of one of Aref's friends, where he lived alone.
- The palace was in a state of chaos and turmoil after the soldiers and guards arrived alone to the palace without Minister Qandil, believing that he had preceded them to the palace, but they were filled with confusion and astonishment, as they were not accustomed to walking alone without receiving orders from Minister Qandil during inspection and surveillance patrols, as Minister Qandil was extremely keen to follow the system and follow Antar's orders, especially since Hant would take out his anger on him if he disobeyed him in something or followed the system and issued orders. The soldiers would walk in a semi-line after they agreed to gather in one specific place that he agreed upon with them and gave them orders to all be present there, then he would lead them in an orderly fashion like a beehive that worked regularly to implement the orders. This made the Hanu surprised and astonished by the absence of Minister Fandil in the agreed upon place, which prompted them, after a long wait and rightfully so, to return to the palace in a state of confusion. Antar was very angry , furious and confused, as he was not accustomed to Qandil's absence from him even once without So, his alleged divine omnipotence could not discover the secret and location of Minister Qandil's absence, and his unique knowledge of the unseen could not reveal Minister Qandil's location or the reason for his absence!!! He became angry and furious, especially when the soldiers and guards thought that Minister Qandil had preceded them to the palace without leading them. Antar poured out his anger and curses on all the compassion and guards of his palace, whom he calls his angels. He declared a state of emergency in all parts of the planet Antaruto. He announced the disappearance of Minister Qandil and the search for him. He summoned the alleged ruling god Antar Samson the magician who came to him in disguise as was his habit when he always resorted to him whenever he got involved in a problem and was afflicted with harm or was confused and had no choice in a matter. Samson came in a hurry and had a background of the news of the Minister Qandil's cry that spread and became widespread in this spot of the huge planet Antaruto. The news spread among the people of the planet and the news of the disappearance of Minister Qandil caused a lot of rioting and chaos, as it increased the feelings of the believers or skeptics in Antar's alleged divinity, as they were sickened by his inability and that he was not omnipotent as he had claimed throughout these decades and long periods in which he deceived them by saying that he was a god. How can he be unable to protect the person closest to him, his minister, whom he considers an angel among his closest angels, indeed the most famous and closest to him, and how can he be unable to punish him and find out who kidnapped him, a specter whose god allows all this chaos, helplessness and helplessness to happen while he is sitting on his throne watching in silence, and then claims that he is just, merciful, forgiving and omnipotent over everything!!??? It is a matter of great doubt and suspicion, which led to the return of the hashtag again and with greater force than before, and the revolution without revolutionaries increased and returned more severe and evil than it was when it started, and no one was afraid of the threats, imprisonment or jailing of Antar's followers and preachers for anyone.. if they were unable to find or locate their lost minister or angel, which increased the anger of the skeptics and creditors who reject and hate Antar and his divinity, and the confidence of the believers began to shake, and weakness and frailty began to creep into the depths of the strong and solid body of faith, and this increased the anxiety and tension of Samson the magician and Antar's fear, anxiety and helplessness, so Samson came with anxiety evident on his face after he told Antar that he was on his way to him before he ordered him to be brought because the chaos and disorder filled the country and controlled the people and ignited the fuel of the technological revolution after it calmed down and its light dimmed, and these rumors spread widely among the people and residents of the entire region. The rumor spread all over the planet Antaruto through social media, the arrogant bully Antaruto… It dwarfed the planet Antaruto Yantar, Antar the leader of the thieves… So the anxiety and fear of Samson the magician increased, as he was the one who founded, paved the way and built Antar's empire and created his alleged divinity. If the truth is revealed and Antar appears in his true form, all his buildings will collapse and his interests will be threatened, which prompted him to go quickly, counting his steps with trembling steps from which he grips a torrent of panic and trembling. He and Antar began to whisper about the calamity that had befallen them, and the disappearance of the minister Qandil increased it. That mysterious disappearance made Antar shake in his throne chair, which tilted from under his two huge, broad feet. An angry and heated discussion took place between Samson the magician and Antar, as to how his magic had become invalid and he was no longer able to reveal the location of the minister Qandil's disappearance, and how the minister Qandil had disappeared without Samson's monitoring or knowledge, who made an excuse to Antar that he was busy monitoring… Hashtags and social media to arrest anyone suspected of being uncle and hand them over to Antar, but his argument did not convince Antar, which escalated the dispute between them and the discussion heated up, in which Samson had a long history of his favors to Antar, the alleged god, if he began to remind him of everything he had done for him from the beginning and that if it were not for his ideas, I would not have become neither a ruler nor a god, but this extinguished Antar's anger, whose fires had flared. In contrast, Aref and his friends were shining, Minister Qandil, whom they tied to a chair and tied with ropes, if he remained unconscious for three consecutive days from the severity of the narcotic substance with which he was anesthetized, and if it were not for the science that invented it, Aref and his friends would not have been able to arrest Minister Qandil and hide him with such lightness and speed, and Minister Qandil began to wake up from his unconsciousness that lasted these three days and began to open his eyes slowly and heavily, and he found himself bound and tied with strong ropes, and around him, Aref and a group of his friends had gathered.
A thick cloud of anxiety, tension and panic appeared on Minister Qandil's face as he looked at them with fear and astonishment dripping from his eyes after astonishment tied his tongue and the stuttering became clear, ringing in the echoes of the letters that came out faltering and confused from between his lips as he said to them: Where am I? Who are you and why are you tying me up like this? The last thing I remember is that I was following the soldiers' march and joining their work plan to uncover… and before he could finish his speech, Aref interrupted him calmly, mocking looks stormed in on him as he said confidently: To sell and monitor everyone who dares to and catch him while he publishes on his page under a fake pseudonym, publishing taunts, frequencies and videos, and you and your soldiers follow the steps and movements of everyone who has a relationship or connection to the hashtag revolution, the electronic revolution, the revolution without revolutionaries, to challenge our activity and suppress the revolution of social media and the hashtags that threatened the throne of the alleged god Antar the ruler and which threatens your interests and the interests of you and the three preachers, the preachers of Planet Antar and all of Antar's followers. Isn't this your goal? This is what has become a source of concern for your eyelids and drives sleep from your eyes and terrifies and terrorizes the alleged god Antar.
Then the minister Qandil swallowed his saliva that had dried up or almost dried up in the ring that froze inside him and became like a stick of dry firewood or a dry pile of straw and he realized that he was in front of Aref who had engaged in the most famous debate with the famous patched believer, the great (Ibn Marra Al-Helou) , and that he was also in front of a group of his new research friends who he had heard a lot about, but they were always hiding and appearing secretly and hidden and with pseudonyms to benefit everything they wanted to expose Antar and his false divinity and expose his religion and his followers. And so Aref did what they did in disguise because his grandfather was known to Antar and his followers. And if it weren't for the mask of democracy that Antar resorted to like his predecessor Samson, he would have allowed Aref to engage in his debate, the goal of which was to show his religion and divinity in the appearance of the victor. If it weren't for that, Aref would not have been safe. And from that day, Aref is in disguise, living with his most famous friends, choosing pseudonyms with which he publishes what he wants on the social media. He lives Like a bird moving from one nest to another, homeless , he disguises himself at night and sneaks in the midst of hunger, disguised, to secretly look out upon his poor sick grandfather, who was bedridden after he had advised Abu al-Hikma to take care of his sick grandfather, and he returned in disguise, deprived of his grandfather, his home, and his beloved Hind, whom he had longed for. They used to correspond secretly to inform her of the latest developments and changes that had happened to him, especially after she had become in a state that would embarrass him and had abandoned religion and disbelieved in the alleged divinity of Antar, as well. All this and more disbelief. Aref sat narrating, and sadness dripped from his words as he spoke bitterly and anxiously about his sick grandfather, who had taken care of his upbringing after the death of his parents and helped him complete his studies and education until he reached the highest levels in them. The minister, Qandil, was sitting, his hands tied, tied with ropes to the chair, listening with pain, confusion, and apprehension to what he was weaving and narrating to Aref. After Aref finished speaking, the minister, Qandil, looked at him intently. He stared at him for a long time and said with a sigh: So now you are here in front of me and finally you have appeared to the enemy of Antar and Dar. He has been searching for you since the day of your debate in which you defeated Ibn Murrah Al-Halou. The results were the opposite of what Antar desired and wanted for his divinity and religion. Instead of Ibn Murrah Al-Halou defeating you, you defeated him and turned the tables on Antar and his religion and divinity. Your competitor appeared in the position of the weak and feeble. From that day on, the believers began to compete with each other and the doubters rejected them. Only the fearful continued to believe in Antar and his religion until the word believers became synonymous with the word fearful, pious and God-fearing, meaning that they do not think because you, through your debate, incited them to think about their religion and faith and the alleged god Antar. Things did not go as the ships desired for Antar, who hated you from that day on and ordered a large financial reward for whoever could find you. You lectured him before him, kneeling and humiliated.
Aref sighed with sadness and longing, his breath faltering, saying: I have done everything I have done, and I am confident that I will win. I have accepted the humiliation and deprivation of homelessness and moving among my homeless friends like me in a place where we live and then flee in fear of the brutality of Antar and his followers. We have crossed the planet Antaruto, or most of it, to get away from Antar and his injustice and brutality. We have accepted the humiliation of homelessness and the cruelty of deprivation from our families and homes so that we do not submit to fraud and deception, so that you do not destroy and program our minds and slaughter the reason and logic in us to offer it as a sacrifice in the temple of the false god Antar and his followers. This unjust ruler and corrupt god, if it is correct to call him a god at all. We have endured all the difficulties and ignited the fires of our revolution without revolutionaries from everywhere on the planet Antaruto, and you cannot extinguish it no matter how hard you try. The matter has gotten out of your control, for the faithful slaves have become accustomed to thinking and have become accustomed to it, and the chains of slavery have begun to loosen and disintegrate little by little, and here they have loosened their bonds. They were liberated, or almost liberated, from the humiliation of slavery and the subjugation of the mind under its control, its marginalization, and even its elimination.
In a faltering and trembling voice, Minister Qandil added, saying: I swear to you on my honor and on all the resistance I have left, that I have not been satisfied all the time with Antar or with what he and his followers are doing . I swear to you that I have begun to resent him, especially in the recent period.
Aref added confidently, sighing and saying: I know that very well, and for this reason we kidnapped you, not to hurt you as you think, but we had no choice but to use this trick so that we could talk to you, for you are Antar's right hand and his minister, or rather his close angel, and the one entrusted with most of the most important things he asks of you, isn't that so? And in our talk with you, we will certainly reach a radical solution and an important agreement.
After Minister Qandil exchanged long looks with Aref, mixed with worry and fear, and between him and Aref's friends, as he looked around to see them gathered around him one after the other, Minister Qandil answered with a stutter, saying: It's not me.
Aref, who was confused and extremely apprehensive, looked at Maya, contemplating him and wondering: What do you mean? What do you mean when you say it's not me? What does this mysterious talk mean ? Tell me, or the consequences will be dire.
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<< Minister Qandil stammered and was silent for a few moments, lost in thought and filled with fear. Then he added, trying to gather his strength and his powers that had collapsed under the feet of Aref, who was standing erect in front of him like a huge mountain. He said with fear that tore him apart: It is Samson the magician. It is the secret that no one knows but me. It is the greatest hidden calamity behind which the god Antar and his brutality hide. It is the secret that I have always kept hidden in my chest until my breathing became difficult. It almost pressed on my chest and strangled it until it killed my soul every day and every night. If it were not for my fear of the brutality of Antar and his followers, I would not have remained silent for all these ages.
The minister Qandi sighed a long sigh and exhaled a deep sigh. Its flames almost burned the place and leveled it over the heads of Aref and his friends. He began to speak, remorse and regret dripping from the letters of the words filled with suppressed anger. He said: He is the cursed one. The magician Samson is the one who plotted, thought and planned. He is the mastermind behind everything that the god Antar does.
-Arif, with anger and suspicion evident in his features: How and when did this happen? And who is this cursed magician Samson? After a long sigh of shame , he said with a sigh, "I always felt that there was a secret. He is the alleged god Antar, and I suspected that there was someone plotting things. Hidden in secret to pretend." In front of us is. God,
_ Now that your suspicions have been confirmed and you know the truth, he is the cursed magician Samson. He made magic for himself a long time ago and disguised himself so that no one would see him , walking among people and in the markets and watching everything that happened , then transmitting everything to Antar, the alleged god, as you say. And then Antar claimed knowledge of the unseen and absolute power even before he turned into a god and announced his alleged divinity. What made matters worse was that he was thinking and planning to ruin what he was doing, which was all the strange and wonderful rituals, full of cruelty and cruelty that Antar practiced on children and walked over them every year and drank bear blood to gain power and kingship, all from the ideas of the magician Samson, who was making him bigger and glorifying him, to make him a cover to disappear behind him and conceal his magic that he learned and mastered from the old magic books that he had spent a long time reading, then the minister sighed, Qandil let out a long sigh and added , "I learned that in the past this Samson was a strange creature resembling an ape or a gorilla or closer to humans, so he had some form in common , not him . " He was neither a human nor a gorilla . He was a strange being who combined both forms . It happened by chance . between His hands in a spacious place empty of. Planet. Anteroto. When there were no humans yet and in the beginning or when. Planet Anteroto was just emerging in its beginnings. A book of mysterious magic fell into his hands. He took it and looked closely at the talismans that were in it and began to examine them and try their money. Until he mastered the craft of magic and transformed himself over time into a form that was much more suitable for humans than any other form. Then himself . And he hid himself with his magic so that no one could see him.
- Who told you all this and how did you know that?
- -He himself. He revealed it to me. And he told me as if he was bragging about the evil he had done and boasting about himself to frighten me from it and to keep me always under his control. I, too, was aware and confident that I would not reveal anything of what he had mentioned to me because , on the one hand, I feared him. And I feared his cursed magic that might harm me if I revealed your evil and mentioned it to me about himself. On the other hand, he knew that Antar would allow me to do so. And our interests, the three of us, were shared. What interest did I have in revealing this secret? To establish in his place the alleged god Antar. It concerned me. And it was to my benefit, just as it concerned the magician Samson.
- Why do you confirm to me the truth of your words? Then, until now, you have not disclosed all the details and you have not told us how Samson became a magician, how he met Antar, when, and to what extent was their strong relationship?
- Minister Qandil sighed and exhaled a long sigh and continued saying. Samson is evil by nature, treacherous, he came into this life without knowing that he has neither father nor mother, sand, he was a foundling that no one knows, he was taken by one of the evil magicians in ancient times when the universe began and life in its first moments had begun to creep on our planet Antroto, so Samson said that he was a child and he heard a loud explosion, he does not know when it started or where this explosion came from, which resulted in the emergence of life on our planet Antroto, but no one knows what it was and what this great explosion was. All that the magician Samson said was that at the point of nothing or zero this noise and explosion occurred, which you scientifically escaped from, it is not an explosion in the sense of a loud sound, but it suggests to those who feel it or study it that it is an explosion, but it is a sudden and huge expansion and expansion and it has a luminous halo, but Samson the magician famous that it is the explosion or the birth of something from which the beginning of life exploded on our planet Antroto and that he was nothing but a homeless person who does not know where or when he came from or how he came, whether he was found as remnants or Fragments that arose and disintegrated with this great explosion, or is it a strange creature that resulted from these fragments? He himself does not know everything he knows . He lived in the care of an evil, spiteful, exploitative magician who taught him the principles of magic in very old newspapers that he had. Samson learned about all the rituals of magic, its types and secrets, and used them for evil and to subject anything to his desires, whims and interests. He lived with the evil magician until this magician died. Samson will not grieve over him or cry for him. He was only rude and heartless throughout his life and a sandman because this magician was evil and cruel by nature. Samson was a duplicate of him and he did what this magician raised him on. When the greatest magician died, Samson left him in the open, a lifeless body until he rotted and became annihilated and nothing. Samson continued in the same manner that the greatest magician raised him on. He was filled with the rituals of magic and evil magicians and with the same greed and exploitation that he grew up on and was raised by the greatest magician. He made dolls and statues through practices and tools. And magical rituals he found in the environment around him after the emergence of our planet Antaruto and after life began to stir in the body of the planet that was born on the nearest explosion or wide expansion and great expansion that Samson interpreted as a huge explosion until Samson became with the passage of time the ruler of the city of magical dolls and its sole owner and when he felt loneliness threatening him and fear terrifying him, an evil idea and plan occurred to him which was to choose from among the dolls the largest of them in size, length and width to make him a wizard and a crowned ruler on the planet Antaruto and transform him with his magic from a doll and Tamaqala to a ruler and from Qom with time to a god that is worshipped and the faithful slaves supplicate to him and fear him and humble themselves and enjoy their slavery to him and he takes them captive to him and his choice fell on the doll Antar I mean Tamaqala or the god Antar
Aref and his three friends looked at each other, and they were completely confused, surprised and astonished. From the beginning, they had doubts about Antar and were sure that he was not a god because they believed in science and logic, but their thinking did not take them further than that. The last thing they expected was that Antar was not a human being, but rather a statue made of stone that had been magically ritualized to transform him into a human, then into a ruler, and then into a god. Before any of Aref and his friends could speak, Minister Qandeel interrupted their looks that flew between them like butterflies around the light. He looked at them and added, saying with confidence mixed with sadness. I know that you will probably ask me, why did Samson choose a huge doll from the enchanted world that he owns to make it a ruler or a king? Why did he think of the matter for himself and become the king , the ruler and the god as well? But I assure you that Samson always loves to work in secret, as his nature, which is accustomed to magic, refuses to appear and to be in the form of magic spells that he was raised and accustomed to, made him certain and convinced that working in secret and behind a curtain is better and that it is better for him to be the hidden hand that moves the puppets on the stage and the hand that controls every movement, every idea, every stray and incoming, instead of someone tying him or controlling his thoughts. Magic taught him to be in secret and to benefit from everything around him and to be the hidden hand that commands and forbids without anyone noticing him. This behavior made him feel his value as a magician and his importance, as the hand that moves in secret is the controlling one and the first to benefit from everything that happens. Of course, he has no objection to benefiting others, even a little, in order to carry out his plans as he likes and as he plans them with his evil and exploitative curtains. So Samson the magician decided to transform his biggest puppet with his magic rituals into a human being. To make a ruler who controls him and orders him and is the first to have an interest in every benefit that comes to him materially, socially, authority and important position. Why not? After Samson succeeded in transforming the largest statue or doll he had into a human being and he used to tell his aunt that he is the largest and the emperor of the other statues, he chose the name Antar for him and he used to say to Nine, always boasting, Antar is the largest, Antar is the largest, Antar is the largest of any other statue. He decided to make him a ruler, even a crowned king on the planet Antaruto. In order for him not to be a king over himself, he founded for him a people, people and humans by creating a large kingdom on a planet he named Antaruto after Antar, the statue that he made for himself and he used to move it from behind the curtain like a puppet in the theater and come to him in disguise. He is the one who issued him orders and encouraged him in his tyranny and corruption and invented for him his strange and amazing rituals that he practiced on innocent children every year and the rest of the other rituals.. And what happened after that, of course, you know, was that Antar and Samson tempted their malicious selves with the idea of the false divinity of the people's stumps and turned them into A group and a flock of believing slaves who have lost their minds and have canceled your thinking for the sake of the illusions of faith and religion that Antar, the alleged god, deceived them with, and Samson , the mastermind and hidden hand behind everything that happened, and no one knew this secret except me, as Shamshum the magician and Antar informed me of it because they both know that I am originally from the lineage of the magic dolls that Samson made and that I, as a minister, am involved with them in what they plotted and planned to deceive people and deceive the believing slaves, and my interests are intertwined with their interests, but they did not inform me of this secret until after a period of time that was not short until these two despicable scoundrels were sure that I was involved with them in the corruption and interests between us, so I cannot reveal the secret because I became with them in one boat in the middle of the sea and the storms around us and there was no longer a way to escape, and this was the reason for my anger and my permanent hatred for Samson and Antar, as they pressured me and surrounded both of my arms with the restrictions of status, position and interests and lavished money on me And they involved me with them without my awareness in their corruption and deception, so I carried out orders without discussion, but the cauldron of hatred and anger was always boiling inside me like boiling water in a pot placed under a blazing fire. Then Minister Qandil exhaled a hot sigh, the flames of which scorched the faces of Aref and his friends, and were like stinging whips, saying, If you want to make sure of the truth of what I have told you, you can make sure
From that by yourselves, and this of course after you besieged Antar and Samson, who is disguised in the clothes of his cursed magic, after you besieged them and the soldiers and followers inside the palace, then as I see it, your hand has become more likely and you are the strongest and the authority has come to you and I am fully aware that the palace is turned upside down after my disappearance and you have achieved what you wanted and no one has been able to find me thanks to your planning and strength.
Aref sighed and said: It is better for you to say the power of science and logic, because science is the coming power whose train must crush all your religious superstitions, your illusory sanctities, and your blind faith, to be replaced by a conscious mind and science that depends on knowledge, instigation, investigation, and inquiry into the facts, not on superstitions, tales, sorcery, fraud, and magic. Then Aref turned to his friends and said , with a sarcastic smile on his face, and added, saying: I think you, my friends, heard what the minister claimed, and he said, because he and all of us as humans said that we were originally descendants of Samson's magic dolls, and that we are statues of clay from aged mud or sticky mud, as they say or claim. All of Aref's friends laughed, including Aref, who approached the minister Qandil, who was still tied to the chair, and looked at him closely with scrutinizing looks, and said . Dear Minister Qandil, I am pleased to tell you that science has proven the opposite of what you say , and that all living beings evolved from common ancestors between us and animals or great apes, and that we may have been parts, components, or fragments, as you said, resulting from the Big Bang that actually occurred, and that there is no creation , dear Minister , for we were all beings created by nature and tools that were created and made by the evolution that occurred to all living beings until we reached what we are, and I think you learned about this matter through my debate with your patcher, I mean your venerable Sheikh (Ibn Murrah al-Halu).
& I learned about this matter and the talk of that debate spread like wildfire and I think it was like a spark or a time bomb that blew everything up and the first explosion was in the face of Antar and his followers, and since then Antar's conditions have changed, his anxiety and tension have increased and he was seeking Samson the magician almost daily. They would sit alone and gamble in this predicament that made the faithful slaves wake up from what they were in because of that debate between you and the sweet Ibn Murrah. And now I am ready to be convinced and believe all of his words in that debate, not because you are strong now or have scientific power in your hand only or because I am afraid, but because I am convinced of what you say and I see in your talk and thought you and your friends strength, truth, logic, smoothness and integrity, something I have never known before in the deception, sorcery and corruption of Samson and Antar, that false alleged god.
_And I will tell you more, Minister Qandil, that this Antar is the only one excluded from the theory of evolution. He is not a living being and was never anything but a stone and a bigger and bigger statue, a fake statue made by an evil magician like Samson, just as he made many statues and enchanted them and made them into gods scattered throughout the planet Antaru. Every world has its own doctrine and religion. These are the main sections and chapters of the Holy Book. I will devour you for what branched off from them of superstitions and other religions, some of which you claimed were heavenly and some of which were not heavenly. They are all statues and stones from the voice of a charlatan and a sorcerer who saw nothing in the matter but his own interests and vile purposes that he wanted to achieve at the expense of deceiving the simple and naive among mankind.
Minister Qandil lowered his head and moved it right and left with regret, sorrow and bitterness that were evident from the features of his face that were covered with worry, sadness, helplessness and weakness. While they were in the midst of talking and Minister Qandil was making all his confessions, the doorbell rang. Someone was frightened by Aref from his place, but Aref reassured him and calmed him down and confidently said to him (Rest assured and calm down, it will most likely be Abu Al-Hikma, he is the only one who I told secretly about our location so that he can reassure me about the condition of my sick grandfather. I left him struggling with his illness and he has no one but me to take care of him except his close friend Abu Al-Hikma. Perhaps his sarcastic paradoxes and his usual humor had an effect in improving his health condition. Then he walked a few steps towards the door of the house and with extreme caution he reached the keyhole. After he was sure that it was Abu Al-Hikma after repeating coded words that he had previously agreed upon with him when he came to visit him, Aref opened the door for him and he entered quickly and then He closed the door behind him and after he greeted him and they both embraced each other, Aref saw the clouds of sadness drawn and its features appeared on Abu Al-Hikma's features and tears almost dripped from his eyes that looked like a rainy winter cloud covered with clouds. Aref felt an overwhelming anxiety that uprooted everything that remained and he used his patience as an excuse to ask Abu Al-Hikma eagerly and apprehensively about his grandfather, in case something bad happened to him. Abu Al-Hikma remained silent for a while, and its weight seemed heavy on Aref as if it were an eternity, then he said in a trembling and sad voice, "Your grandfather is in his last moments and has been afflicted with illness and insists on seeing you. He asked me to come to you immediately to save you before…" As for Abu Al-Hikma to finish his story, Aref ran away without realizing it and Abu Al-Hikma followed him, leaving behind the minister Qandil who was chained and with him are Aref's friends.
Aref arrived quickly to the house with Abu Al-Hikma and entered his grandfather's room immediately with trembling, quick steps as if his feet could no longer carry him. He walked in the hall leading to his grandfather's room as if this hall or corridor was a month. He was just short in height and walked many miles while remembering his grandfather and everything he did for him and how he lived his life and dedicated it to his education and culture and as a father and mother after the death of his parents until he reached his grandfather's bed and threw himself at his feet. He approached him and began to kiss his hands with warm kisses while he was beseeching him, hoping that he would not die and leave him alone in this world. His tears dripped like warm water on his grandfather's hand, but the grandfather sat up a little and began to pat Badaa while giving him his affectionate smile full of confidence and reassurance as he said to him, "Listen, my dear son, I have devoted my whole life and all my effort to taking care of you and watching over your comfort. Now that I have seen you grow up and become a man of opinion." And knowledge and debates with which you roam and wander. My fear for you no longer disturbs my sleep. Let me now confess to you the secret that I have hidden and concealed from you in my chest after you announced to me your rejection of belief in God and religions. Yaounde, you are right.
Watching , Aref's lips parted in astonishment and his mouth opened in shock, and before he could speak, his grandfather said to him, "Let me finish, my dear grandson, I will die, my son, and perish, and my craft and profession as a potter and statue maker will end and disappear, which has always tempted people and attracted them, thinking that it has a position and that it will help them in their life affairs and in getting closer to what they believe and believe. That is my profession that people have always loved and embraced, but I am absolutely certain that it will disappear and with it will disappear all my stories and legends, as you used to call them, my dear grandson, and I know for certain that you will not work in my profession, as it no longer suits you, my son. I am the one who goes and you are the one who comes, inevitably. I am the one who goes and you are the one who comes, and the one who comes will be yours."
After the grandfather said his last words, he sighed deeply, followed by a bitter sigh, after which he breathed his last. Aref was struck by the grief that struck him, and his tears were the most dangerous of the fifth torrent of grief in hot tears that rained down on his grandfather's hand and face, which he brought out. Arif met his interviews with tears, while he was crying bitterly and stiflingly, and he rested his head on his grandfather's chest. The affectionate one went into a long fit of crying, and he did not lose it except at the hands of Abu Al-Hikma, as he raised both hands on Aref's shoulder, which suited him and comforted him. Grief was also cutting off his descriptions, because Nasra Al-Hikma was his closest friend, the most loyal person he knew about his life, and the one who understood his matches and his stinging sarcasm the most. Abu Al-Hikma's grief was no less than Aref's grief by an inch, but he tried to pull himself together and calm Aref's fear and ease his sorrows. He added in a trembling voice that was cut short by sadness, saying: My son, ease your grief, for my grief for your grandfather is no less than your grief, and perhaps more, for he was the closest and most loyal person to me. But now the matter is bigger than our griefs. He approached him, placing a hand on his shoulder, and a whisper of enthusiasm crept into his eyes: Do not forget that Antar and his men would silicon the world and make it fall if they knew of your presence and our leaders hiding in the dead of night. And as you came, disguised. Borrowed in the blackness of the night. The beast, so you must also leave when the night envelops you. In the blackness of his cloak. And before that, we must understand your grandfather's secret. And go to complete your path and his initiative, for you have a message. The most important. And if your grandfather were alive, he would have said the same. Words to you. Aref wiped away his tears and suppressed his grief and buried it in a grave from his deepest depths and tried to regain his strength that grief takes. And he remembered his friends whom he left guarding the minister. Qandil. And waited until. Night fell. And another one drew his black curtains over the place and before dawn at the time of magic, Aref went out in disguise, following Haab and Al-Hikma. They both buried. His grandfather and her tears fell for a long time over. His grandfather's grave. After the burial was done, Aref said goodbye to Abu Al-Hikma and sneaked in secret to his friends and Minister Qandil. He found him tied up in his place and Aref's friends taking turns guarding him, but Minister Qandil announced his position and that he was with them and not against them and assured them that he would not be deceived by them and that they would not be deceived by them . After they were sure of the sincerity of his intentions, Aref's friends offered their condolences to him for his grandfather and agreed with Minister Qandil to threaten Antar through the hashtag by launching an attack on Antar's palace and besieging Antar and Samson the magician. And all. Antar's followers from. The soldiers he calls his list and preachers and all his palace entourage and concubines, in the beginning. Aref and his friends decided. To correspond through fake accounts whose owners were publishing videos and counter-hashtags that were attacking Antar and his preachers from those who had turned away from belief in the god Antar and rejected religion and apostatized as Antar's preachers called them apostates or atheists. So Aref and his friends corresponded with them and talked to them through messages on their social media sites under fake names. They decided after they had gathered the largest number of them and they in turn corresponded with others whom they knew and shared with them. The same ideas and they all agreed with Aref and his friends on the idea of enumeration only to change because Aref was confident that science, reason and logic are the masters of the situation and so were his friends and he did not want to follow the stupid, barbaric, terrorizing method of Antar in achieving what he wanted and exposing the myths of Antar's religion and the myths of faith, religions and slavery. He and his friends were confident that using the same method of Antar and the followers of threatening and terrorizing and spreading his religion and his alleged divinity with the sword, killing, injustice and tyranny and all those methods that Antar and his preachers followed in spreading religion and faith and in announcing his alleged divinity is nothing but the method of the weak, normal, and unconfident vile people. Rather, it is the method of those who lie, but Aref did not want it to be a revolution, weapons, killing and destruction because Aref and those with him were confident that the language of reason, logic and science in its struggle with the language of weapons, killing and terrorism that the alleged god Antar followed was a failed language, a vile language and that the language of logic and science would prevail and that it must be spread by science and logic, not With weapons, killing and destruction, Aref and his friends were doing this. They did not want to descend to the level of the thinking of the ignorant Antar and his followers and preachers. Rather, they wanted it to be a white revolution, a revolution without revolutionaries and without killing. With war, real control is to subject those in front of you with reason and knowledge, with argument , proof and logical evidence, not with weapons or swords, because the truth does not need the sword to spread it, because if it were true, it would impose itself on the mind that understands and comprehends it. Whoever takes the sword as a path and means, then know that his proof is weak, and this proof and argument are for that weapon, the means of the weak liar who is unable to convince. Therefore, everyone who understands religion leaves it and turns away from it because faith has no mind and the mind does not recognize submission without evidence. What is faith? Rather, it knows science and logic, and both are parallel lines that cannot meet at one point, but rather it is impossible. Therefore, Aref insisted that the matter be only intense threats from him and his friends, whom he had gathered the largest number of, and send their technological revolution, with resorting to trickery . Aref resorted to trickery and threatened Antar through videos of him and his friends that they have weapons and deal with parties that issue them equipment and weapons, because this is the language that Antar, his preachers and soldiers understand. And because Aref relies on reason, logic, deduction and logical analysis, he and his friends were confident that Antar would submit to fulfilling their desires because the fear and anxiety that had overcome him in recent times did not leave him room for another choice. They were confident that the magician Samson, after the minister Qandil revealed his identity to them and announced to them his joining Aref and his friends, who knew a lot about the magician Samson, they were confident that he Antar will convince and influence him to accept negotiation and discussion with them, and they even went further in their threats to Antar the alleged god that they want to try him and as he claims that in his capacity as god he will try them in the other imaginary world that does not exist and he will be satisfied with what they committed of mistakes against them while they were alive on the planet Antarto, so it is their right also to hold him accountable and try him to prove to them that he is a real god and he has a claim about himself if he has a right and the victory in the end is for sound thinking and truth and because Aref was confident that this mocking Samson is exploitative and stands with the strongest, he knew and realized well that Samson Speed that Antar and his star has set and victory and the scepter are no longer his and I am the puppet and idol that he made with his own hand is about to shatter and collapse, he will take the side of Aref and his friends and with his malice that Aref knew about him he will try to deceive Antar and subjugate him thinking that he is working for his own benefit and from the high Aref on this sensitive chord and followed the trick and intelligence to reach what He wanted him and intensified his efforts, along with his research friends and the rest of those he had gathered, to make videos threatening Antar and neglect the hashtag and gather and mobilize many against Antar and that they had made him believe that they would meet in a gathering place near his palace and that they had all the precautions and weapons to prepare to confront him and that they were dealing with parties that export weapons and equipment and they sold everything they owned to obtain these weapons. This technological revolution and the two hashtags had a great impact and resonance and actually led to the emergence of many believing slaves and their conversion from faith, who feared Antar and fear was the reason for their faith. Now that their hearts have become strong and fear has left them, fear no longer has a place among them and the number of apostate atheists who left God, faith and religion and disbelieved in Antar and his alleged divinity has increased after the spread of videos threatening to revolt against Antar's palace and besiege him. Aref and his companions' trick succeeded and resulted in many believing slaves turning away from the religion of Antar and his three preachers and they no longer fear Antar and his torment, nor his terror, nor his sword, nor his weapon.
The result of this was that Antar's palace was turned upside down and he raged and raged like a slaughtered lion in his den, roaring back and forth, especially after Aref and his friends told him that the minister Qandil was being held by them and that they were the ones who kidnapped him and that he also joined them and was convinced by what they were saying and that they were right. He told them everything and revealed the secret of the magician Samson and told them about Antar, that statue or puppet idol or puppet idol that the evil magician Samson invented and created. Likewise, by responding to the shock and the fatal blow with respect to the alleged ruling god Antar, he felt and was even certain.
His throne or seat of rule, which he claimed as a god, has been hammered with the last nail in his alleged divine coffin, and his funeral as a god has been set up, and the mourners are in his divinity.
alleged deceased had begun to knock on the doors of his throne to smash them over his head, and quickly the magician Samson came to him from the wing that he had allocated for him in the palace, as the magician Samson had recently been a constant companion of Antar, and he hardly left the palace, and Antar was feeling fear and anxiety that would start to show in him, so he was in dire need of Samson's closeness to him, whom he would resort to whenever he felt lost, and why not, as he was the one who made it, created it, and magnified and magnified its status to make it a huge curtain behind which he could hide and protect himself, while behind the curtain he moved this puppet, and the larger the size of this divine statue, the more the magician Samson hid and repaired in safety, that their sun, the magician, had never felt safe inside him, so this was his policy that he always followed, and so he came running to Antar, roaring angrily, and he approached him with apprehension and caution, and he began to whisper in his ears in a trembling voice, and fear and apparent malice weighed him down, and he added, saying: To Antar:
My lord, there is no alternative but to surrender. We must bow our heads to the wind before the coming storm sweeps away everything we have left, and we become regretful and spend the night in the open with the outcasts.
Antar continued with fiery utterances, sparks flying from the sanctity of his burning eyes, as he roared angrily and in strong objection: What are you saying, Shamsun? Are you crazy? The god Antar is the creator and owner of everything, the creator of the planet Antaru, its horrors, and its hundred. Do you want me to surrender and submit to the demands of these scum? They are a gang and must be put in prison. Then he continued, gritting his teeth until the sound of their grinding burned the ears, sharpening the sword as he gripped his huge hand with intense anger, saying: Oh, if I had them now, I would crush them between my fingers like a crushed louse or like straw in the wind, and I would crush them under my feet.
- My lord, there is no time for these allegations, as we both know the truth of the matter, and you and I know everything. He added, approaching him in a whisper: We do not want to be like those who tell lies and believe them. We no longer have time for arrogance and haughtiness, and as I told you, when a sweeping storm blows, you must keep your head down so that the winds do not sweep you and your memories away and you become like burning firewood. Especially since the treacherous minister Qandil revealed the whole matter to them and turned against us and made amends, knowing everything that happened and what happened.
How dare this vile bastard expose my affair? How, I was not slow from the beginning to tell you what happened between us. He turned to the magician Samson and his tone was full of spite and blame: All the blame lies with you. We have it now. You are the one who told him this to brag about your magic and your deeds and to strut your stuff with your strength under the pretext that he has common interests with us and it is in his interest to keep quiet and not speak. And Hawa said everything and even turned against us as if he was waiting for an opportunity and awaiting a means. Oh, how he hated you and was angry with you from the beginning.
I only wanted to scare him and control him with my magic. He had to know and he had to fear me and my magic. He knew very well that I could bewitch him or make him disappear or…
I hurt him in any way.
Antar laughs with bitter sarcasm and says: And here he is, he fears you and is afraid of your magic and of your harming him, as evidenced by the fact that he has revealed most of the matter and no longer fears anything, neither from you nor from me.
He is a malicious exploiter when he saw the power in the hands of these young men and their leader called Aref who is now threatening us with his revolution and weapons and he was certainly tortured by them so when he saw that the ball was in their court he took their side they must have reassured him and convinced him with the science and logic that they strut and believe and trust that I will not be able to harm him
So he leaned towards them and was reassured by their thoughts and their knowledge that they would protect him from me and seize the opportunity that he was waiting for to express his hatred towards me, so I see that it is wise for us to take our path through deception because many of the believing slaves were affected by the threats of the so-called Aref and his friends to us through the hashtag and videos and leaned towards them and believed their thoughts and turned away from your religion and your worship. This scoundrel Aref deceived them with his knowledge and logic that he claims and strengthened their hearts so they used their minds that had rusted throughout these long years under the rent of the anesthesia of faith and its effect and the magic of the strong that anesthetized their minds for long periods so they forgot thinking and even made it an enemy of the strong, pure, honest faith, and they turned away from your religion and worship and supplication to you and leaned towards it. Fear fled and fled from between their ribs like a coward who fled in front of a ferocious beast that was about to tear him apart, and they were no longer these believing slaves and fear no longer moved them as The puppets of the stage as we used to do to them before, and therefore I see that the trick is the only way to lure the so-called Aref and his companions and then lure all those who believed him and turned away from your religion and worship until they come here under the pretext of a truce and accepting the negotiation and debate that they are demanding, and gradually and the trick will subjugate them so that they return once again to our grip, and then we will not have mercy on them. We have no other way now, and no other path but trickery after fear fled and crept from their ribs and hearts with all boldness and impudence, announcing that we will not retreat again. Believe me, my master, we have no other way but trickery, and then they will know who the god Antar is. You will show them your true face and will not have mercy on them, so that they will taste eternal torment. Either they believe and turn to the fold of faith, piety, fear, reverence, submission to you and belief in you, and close the doors of their minds and intellects that have opened like torrential floods in our faces until they almost swept us away like a storm sweeps away the withered leaves that have fallen from the trees, or they will taste the eternal torment of hell where there is no return .
Antar let out a long sigh after the magician Samson's words crept into him, as if he was shaking off the cave of long years that had accumulated and settled on his chest and mind, and as if Samson had removed with his words a mountain and a huge giant that had been pressing on Antar's chest and stifling his breath. He continued, saying with confidence, anger, and suppressed resentment, and the flames of flame and rage raging in his angry voice as he roared like a lion stabbed in the side with deep stabs:
_ Indeed, this is what I will do to these scoundrels and those who sided with them. I will make them taste the most severe types of torment, and the trick will be the trap with which I will catch these harmful insects. I will crush them under my feet and show them the howl of the god Antar, whom they lie about and disbelieve in. Woe to all who turn away from my remembrance, for he will have a difficult life, and I will resurrect him at the end of his life blind. But in return, whoever fears me, worships me, supplicates and prays to me alone, and kneels before me and prostrates himself in prostration to worship me, and fear is his only motive, this will please me greatly, and I will forgive him and bring him closer to me and I will make a way out for him from every distress and worry, and I will provide for him from where he does not expect . Then Antar sighed with relief, as if he had thrown a worry off his shoulders, and approached the magician Samson, patting him on the shoulder with a basket, saying with the reassurance of a confident, victorious person: Well done, Samson. This is the right opinion, and I do not see before us anything but this successful option. Now I will order. My soldiers announced their acceptance of negotiations with these scoundrels and their acceptance of their damned views. Antar looked at Samson in confusion as if he remembered something that had slipped his mind, then suddenly his thoughts jumped to him, saying: "But you, Samson, what about you? Suppose you accept to show them that no one knows about you except Qandil? How will this happen? And will you accept their demands and participate in the damned debate in that negotiation between us and them.
_ With clear malice appeared on the features of Samson the magician as he smiled and said: (My master, do not forget that they stipulated the necessity of my presence in the debate and my trial as well, since I am the cause of many things happening after the scoundrel Qandeel told them about me and informed them about it, and also to Miss, everyone now knows about my presence in your life and my connection to you after these scoundrels exposed everything through the hashtag, videos and all social media. We have no other choice, otherwise we would be the perpetrators of our own crimes. After my affair was exposed, I must submit to their demands and appear before them and reveal my identity to them. Then he approached Antar, whispering in his ears as he said with a malicious hiss like the hiss of a poisonous snake: (Do not fear anything , I will manage the matter and my magic will have its strong effect and I will harness all my powers to serve you as I always did, just leave the matter.) They both laughed, thinking that each of them was the victor in what they were aiming for To him and what he thinks is a victory that has been achieved for him or is a near victory.
After announcing the acceptance of the negotiations, the leader of the soldiers, who according to Antar's claims is the alleged god, the chief of the angels, toured the planet of Antartu and began to walk in the streets and roads announcing the acceptance of the debates and the trial of Antar and the followers of Samson the magician and others and his preachers. The magician Samson suggested to Antar that they also follow his same method and way in announcing the acceptance of the negotiations, so Samson pointed to one of the soldiers after he appeared in front of you all and announced himself to them in the midst of astonishment that struck all the soldiers, as how he came to the palace in disguise and went and came without anyone noticing him. Samson ordered them to spread a website and a page in the name of the god Antar, and of course, since he is the god, he will not appear in his noble person and his supreme self on it, and he will not be humble and descend to the level of these thugs and write on it that he is a high, lofty and shy god, so he loves mediation and does not touch many things with his noble hands, nor does he appear to the things and beings that he is supposed to have created from nothing, as he claims. However, he does not appear on his own, but rather he always delegates someone to represent him in conveying everything he wants to say to his servants, who are his creation and invention, glory be to Him, and He is exalted above what they describe. Therefore, he represented him, just as he represented his messengers in conveying his heavenly message as the god Antar, and he represented him at the suggestion of the magician Samson. Of course, those who write on the pages and websites from his preachers and soldiers are those who speak on his behalf and in his name, and of course they did not forget to always begin with verses from the mention of the Most Gracious from their holy book and the sayings of his honorable preachers and messengers, so that they may step forward. The words have a taste and flavour with a religious flavour and hue, so that perhaps these ignorant, scoundrel apostates who have locks on their hearts that have closed the door in the face of the great faith will return. Perhaps they will return to their senses, their right mind and the fold of their faith. Indeed, they began implementing and created pages and websites immediately and announced in many videos, hashtags and posters their acceptance of negotiations and the great debate with Aref and his friends.
After exchanging correspondence, hashtags and correspondence between Aref's pages and his friends and Antar's preachers and followers, a date was set for a major debate that Aref had previously announced in posts, hashtags and videos and its name was "Ali Baba's Trial." The sarcastic name had a huge impact on Antar, the magician Samson and the preachers who were terrified and angry at the same time. But Samson, after he made his decision that he would take Aref's side and join him and use his magical powers to serve him secretly after deceiving Antar and trapping him, tried to calm Antar down and convinced him that, as he had previously explained to him, they must be silent with the wind and not defy the stormy wind, otherwise it would crush them and make them feathers scattered by the winds in the wind's gusts, and that what was happening was nothing but a temporary transitional phase and that it was a trick in which the most important thing for the rats was that he had submitted to their demands so that he could arrest them. Then he would have no mercy on them and would crush them under his feet and rub them between his fingers like a tiny harmful insect. Size, benefit and status, this is how Samson fed Antar's imagination, sick with narcissism, and sharpened his resolve and satisfied his vanity and his alleged divine narcissistic self, until he was able to deceive him easily. Antar was intoxicated by the words of the magician Samson, which made him believe what he was saying to him. He pretended to be satisfied and accept the great debate (Ali Baba's trial) and gave orders to his preachers to accept and tolerate the alleged claim, which is one of the characteristics of religion and the characteristics of the religious believer. Antar and his preachers submitted, and the date of the debate was set, which was broadcast live on all social media sites and was filmed on video between both parties. Arif, whose friends delegated him to debate on their behalf because he was the most knowledgeable, informed and cultured of them, and because of their confidence in his ability to debate in a way that would confound his opponent more than any other of them. This was also the opinion of all the previous believers, whose numbers had increased as apostates, or as Antar and his preachers called them, the atheists, whose numbers had clearly increased in recent periods and who had apostatized from Their religion and left it without regretting anything except for one thing, that they were deceived for all these long years in this cursed religion and this alleged god Antar. And all of them were encouraging Aref, and on the other hand, posts, comments and videos were coming from the minority of hypocrites and sycophants or the foolish, deceived, stupid people who were intoxicated by their stupidity and were driven by a motive towards their blind faith other than the fear of the unknown that Antar's preachers had always threatened them with, who exploited them to serve his alleged divinity, or they were driven by another motive, which is hypocrisy, deception and common interests, which they considered to be such, so they were encouraging Antar, his preachers and his religion through posts, hashtags and videos in which they supported the preacher who would debate Aref, who was the sweet, patched-up Ibn Marra, the great, the strong faith, and the stronger his faith became, the more he patched and fabricated it to support his religion and the god Antar, who was nominated by the slaves who still believed and who had learned and taken a lesson from the previous debate and decided, or so he thought. This time he will overwhelm Aref and make up for his previous loss and benefit from what came before, hoping to achieve a victory and revenge that will compensate him for the shame he felt after the previous debate, hoping to achieve a victory that will save him this time the face that Aref had shed the last time. The date was set, but on a condition stipulated by Aref and his friends, which is that the debate, since it is a trial for Ali Baba, should be similar to a trial for the alleged god Antar, and based on that, Antar must be a participant in it, and even a main axis in it!! At first, the preachers were angry and strongly rejected it, considering this an insult to the great divine self, and that God should not appear as the one who is hidden and transcendent over his creation, hidden behind the door and the veil, only to frighten and terrify them or desire them from afar. And despite the fact that he claims that he is closer to them than the jugular vein, they have never and will never see him in his divine capacity, specifically from the day he became a god and announced his divinity, which he had hidden for a long time, as he claimed. But it is not permissible in any way for him to appear in the image of the one who is the transcendent, arrogant, haughty, compassionate, and humble god at the same time!!!! And Antar also got angry and strongly rejected what Aref asked for, but Aref had a convincing response, as he explained to them in his tweets, videos, and correspondence with preachers on social media that this does not diminish the value of God at all, that He descends and descends from His high position to the level of His poor, weak servants who need His compassion and mercy, at least with His voice only, without them seeing Him. Aref convinced them with what he said, and he even silenced everyone, even the preachers, when he reminded them of what was written in the Holy Book and said that God, the Antarite god, spoke and talked from behind a veil with one of His messengers and prophets, and singled him out for that, so that he became known as the one who spoke to God. So where is the faith in this? The messengers of the god Antar were not believers, but rather they spoke to him and talked to him or saw miracles and things from him that confirmed to them and made them certain that he exists and that he is indeed a god. This is the complete opposite of faith, which is submission and obedience without evidence or proof or anything other than a mere intellectual belief that its owner is convinced of or of its existence with his limbs and feelings, which Metaphorically, it is his heart only to change and is it not our right, we the atheist researchers, as we named the god Antar after we believed in him previously and without any evidence, is it not our right that the god Antar will not bestow blessings upon us as they did upon his prophet and messenger who spoke to him before, even with his voice without us seeing him at least to convince us, the atheist infidels who deny his blessings and to silence us with his appearance or at least the appearance of his voice, so let us have an argument or a saying after that. This is how Aref used to say and convince them until he silenced everyone, including Antar who was confused about his matter, but the magician Samson found it a golden opportunity for him to ensure the fall of the alleged god Antar and open the door for him easily to ride the new wave and harness his malicious ideas in the service of Aref and his companions, thinking that Aref would welcome that, and Aref was more intelligent than him, so he met him with trickery with trickery and convinced him through indirect communication between them via the means of communication, especially after Samson announced himself and became apparent to everyone and no longer hid as he was before, so Aref convinced him that he accepts By joining him and his friends and that he was impressed by his plan to deceive Antar, the alleged god, to help them achieve their goals in reaching Antar and putting him on trial and the necessity of convincing Antar to accept Aref and his friends' condition to start the debate and put the god Antar on trial. Indeed, Aref got what he wanted and the magician Samson, with his cunning and guile, was able to convince Antar, whose powers had begun to weaken and falter, and Samson controlled his thinking and convinced him that this was part of the plan and a necessity to subjugate and humiliate Aref and his friends. So Antar immediately agreed and the debate began live on air and Antar participated in it with his voice only and the magician Samson appeared with him in his form and image and those who watched the debate were amazed as they had never heard of the magician Samson before. Aref asked the minister Qandil to also submit to the trial to justify and explain the reason for his submission to Antar and his implementation of his orders for all this time and long years. He reveals the reason for taking a side against Antar and his magician Samson in The end.
The debate began, which was called the trial of the century or the trial of Ali Baba. Antar was very angry about this name, but he was suppressing his anger, enduring patience and suppressing his anger, thinking that he would deceive them as the magician Samson had made him believe, and that he was flattering them to make them believe that he had surrendered to their demands, then he would pounce on them with the final blow with the help and assistance of Samson and his magic. He did not realize or know that Samson had begun to consider him a losing card whose star had faded, and that he wanted to be with Aref and his friends because they were the winning card and the power would belong to them in the future, so he wanted to harness his ideas and magic in their service, or so he thought. At this moment, the trial of the alleged god Antar began in its first sessions, where the debate was in parts, and at the beginning, Aref directed his question to Antar, from which nothing would appear except the voice through which he participated, and Aref took the initiative with a question that seemed to Antar like an arrow that had shot out quickly, so he stabbed it in Antar's chest before he even thought of trying. Fear him, as Aref began to ask him: If you are truly a god, as you claim, then why were you in the form of our image before you disappeared or claimed the necessity of your disappearance? And if you are supernatural and all-powerful, as religion, faith, and the Holy Book have taught us throughout these years, why did you choose for yourself a form similar to ours and our image from the beginning? Rather, you gave yourself qualities like our few qualities. You get angry, take revenge, revolt, and are surprised, knowing that you claim that you have all the knowledge of the unseen about us before we even existed in this exhausting life. However, you get angry and take revenge. Don't you see that they are all qualities of evil that should not be in a god? Don't you claim that you know the knowledge of the unseen, so why do you get angry? It is humans who get angry because they are surprised and because they do not know the unseen, and humans are the ones who take revenge because they hate and have something to do with their affairs and know the unseen, and they are not all-powerful as you claim. Therefore, your daughter revolts with anger because she is incapable of doing otherwise. If humans were all-powerful, knowing the inner workings of things and controlling the universe, as you claim, then you would not have committed crimes. From the beginning, those crimes that you see and help, you who know the unseen, as you describe yourself, and which you allow to be committed according to your claim that nothing happens except with your knowledge and nothing happens except by your will. Then after that, you see the crimes in cold blood, which you allowed and wanted to be committed, and you see the oppressed being killed unjustly and children dying on your planet, Antroto, from hunger, oppression, injustice, assault, and harassment , while you sit on the chair of your alleged throne with complete indifference. Then you postpone the ruling on the crimes and the decision on them and the punishment of the oppressor, criminal, and murderer and the taking of the right of the oppressed until an indefinite date, claiming or calling it the Day of Reckoning, as if you are an unjust judge who fills their state with taking the right to achieve justice. All that matters to you is only one thing, which is that we prostrate and bow our heads and bow them to you, kneel in prostration, beseeching and imploring and weeping and humiliating ourselves so that you may forgive us under the pretext that this is the faith, piety, righteousness, and alleged goodness with which you have deceived us all these years in which our amber and our lives were wasted in believing The damned trick of faith that has obliterated our minds for a long time until they rusted or almost rusted for the sake of the alleged faith. Moreover, you blame and form in the imagination of every believing slave who has been deceived by you and your alleged divine existence and your deceptive self since the first day you revealed to us that you are a god and not just a ruler, claiming that the image of the ruler was hidden and that you as a god should disappear because your divine self and your divine image cannot be seen by a human being and cannot be tolerated by a believing slave.