The Storm of Horrors. (Adventure)

Written by Youssef Kabalan Salameh
The plane was flying us over the Pacific Ocean, and the wind caused by a devastating hurricane attracted it towards it little by little. The passengers watched that hurricane as it was approaching them like a strong demonic octopus, where it is impossible for any submarine to get away from it, if it is destined to fall into its deadly clutches. The pilot has made all his might in an effort to maintain the balance of the plane and escape from the control of the devastating cyclone, but to no avail. The waves of the sea were so high that made the viewer feel that the plane was flying over the Alps and valleys. It is really an infernal view.


The plane was falling slowly in spite of the strong resistance made by the expert pilot to avoid the risk of crashing and sinking. However, he managed to not make the plane come down suddenly. Once the plane approached from the high waves, it was smitten as if by a mighty whip, and then crashed helter-skelter. Suddenly the passengers found themselves mired in the mighty tossing ocean. A huge whale emerged from the waves, many of whom adhered to its tail, then dived into the water with it. The scene was repeated with a squadron of other whales, where their fellow passengers followed their suit.


However, one passenger was not destined to survive. The cyclone swallowed him and threw him for several kilometers towards the sky. He lost consciousness after losing hope to live. And here he charted with his pen the details of his amazing story saying: in few moments " I found myself lying at the shore of an island that was full of palm trees. But I preferred to rest because of the psychological and physical stresses which I drank to the dreg. Moreover, I felt that faith, hope had raised several grades in myself. After about two hours of meditation, I started to roam that island to find a water well to quench my thirst, but hunger had reached fully. I tried to climb the trees, but exhaustion was on the watch; for that kind of trees needs a huge effort. I was under that difficult state for three days without eating or drinking. Therefore, I decided to swim in the sea, and let the sea current water take me wherever it wants.


Yes, I got that idea when the moon happened to be in its full state; which is the time of the sea tide. I entered the water, and walked assisted by my limited navigating experience, But, oh! What a horror, I walked for several kilometers but the water remained below the level of my knees. What is the explanation this strange incident? I followed the sun’s direction to reach the beach. Thus walked, but to no avail.


Then I looked behind me, and beheld a shocking spectacle which was impossible to happen. I have seen a very large oil tanker passing by my side! I said to myself, how could such a big ship in maintain its balance in the shallow water? Was I enchanted or in a dream? Thus, I ran behind her to get on board. Moreover, the sunset was indicating the coming of the nightfall. After a quarter of an hour of running, unfolded before me a green forest in the water, where the ship was passing in its middle. I endeavored to reach the forest, overcoming my great tiredness. There were trees of mango, coconut, and orange. The water attracted these fruits towards me. I filled my stomach from it quenching my thirst from its delicious and sweet tasted coconut juice until full.


Once I reached the outskirts of the forest, the water was almost up to the level of my neck. I deduced that the ship had entered a river of fresh water. The forest’s vegetation was full of crystalline and luminous plants floating on the water. The butterflies hovered around crystal springs, and squirrels jumped from tree to tree. as well as having the presence of the plains and valleys. As I was seeing that great forest, I noticed an entrance to a cave crowned with flowers that has multiple colors. Then I saw the statues of fascinating nymphs where their heads were crowned with flowers of Lovely eucalyptus. Suddenly, I heard noises, I felt that I had heard familiar voices. They were coming from a high hill. I began climbing one of the eastern mountains, until I saw myself standing at the riverbank at the bottom of that ship. But I did not see anyone in it, I could not achieve the board because I did not have ropes. The ship was standing equanimity sailing against the current. In a moment, it commenced sailing, but I could not reach it despite running on the riverbank. And grieved deeply However, surprisingly, I felt a hand landing on my shoulder, as I turned I saw my brother who was with me on the plane, I felt an overwhelming joy because of his amazing survival. He told me: "Do not approach the ships for at their bottom there is a sharp blade that may kill you. Tears of joy were flowing from our eyes. He then added: "These are the passengers that were on the plane, they have miraculously survived in a strange and surprising way. Then he gave me a fruit that looked like apples and we ate it. He told me that this fruit is only present in this place, and every passenger have eaten from them. In a moment, I felt a violent dizziness in my head. And suddenly my brother dived into the water, and the forest vanished. And the land became barren. I started to wander in the desert for days. And I started to write down my memoirs after dipping a peace of straw in my blood, and pouring it in a small shell. On the fifth day the weather was very hot where I was enfolded by the ground’s fire blazing desert sun. And here I am writing my last words. "
That was his message.

In the 29th of February of the year two thousand and eleven, one of the elderly travelers saw a skeleton in the desert of Oman. But what drew his attention was the existence of a shell that was found between the ribs of the skeleton, where writings were written on its back. As he read it memories took place in his mind. After that, he published those memoirs in a newspaper. A large number of people read it. In the newspaper, It was written that that he had invited a number of people in order to meet him at Muscat International Airport. All was done after the verification of the flight numbers and passenger names that were registered in the computer of the airline company. One hundred and ninety-nine men and women attended the meeting; they looked at each other with astonishment. There was silence for five minutes, everyone was in complete surprise. A single incident has passed in their minds, as if the giant had awoken. And they started to review all the days spent in the mysterious ship, which was the reason for their deliverance. And how they got to the city after losing their memory, because of drinking that strange fruit’s syrup. Here they meet again, talking about the grace of God in every way possible.

Nabay - North Metn, Lebanon.
Date: 05/09/2011 Time: 7:35 p.m.
An Important note: All events in this story are fictional.

An analytical overview to the spiritual events of the story.

According to our Daheshist faith, the spiritual events are based on the fact of spiritual justice. This is what came in the third spiritual truth of the Daheshist principles, according to what was revealed to our guiding beloved prophet; in brief, it states that there is a high spiritual justice that compensates or penalizes every being according to his/her deeds, no matter how minute the actions were; in other words to every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.

We conclude from the story that the divine mercy wanted survival to the passengers of the airplane. And we believe that it’s due to their good deeds in a previous reincarnation. So we can see the brotherly love of the hero’s brother, when he was overwhelmed by true joy as he learned of his survival, and warning him of the dangerous ships. I believe that he must have told the passengers, while on the spiritual journey that he survived. However, the divine justice prevented the hero from joining the ship for spiritual reasons.

As we can see, the passengers met again, but under a spiritual preparation. However, the meeting never happened but according to their own will. And the proof of their great faith, was, obviously, telling everybody about their miraculous deliverance.

It seems that the hero died, to deliver the message.