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All That Is In The Heavens [Part 15]: Enjoy It While You Can
In a cabin in the woods, Tarek Othman experiences a period of peace and happiness for the first time in his life.
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In a cabin in the woods, Tarek Othman experiences a period of peace and happiness for the first time in his life.
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This is a multi-chapter novel. Previous Chapters: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3| Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14
LOCATION: PERSEUS ARM OF THE MILKY WAY GALAXY
YEAR: 4097 HIJRI โ 565 UNITED ARMY CALENDAR
United Army Squad 3690 of the UA Starburst, in order of rank:
- Yasin โCutterโ Rahman โ Captain. Combat strategy master.
- Weili Menco Zhang โ Corporal. Xeno-geographer. Calm and cool in battle. Carries a lasgun and a tekpi (trident).
- Ammar Abuzaid โ Master Sergeant. Botanist and combat trainer. Oldest member of the squad. Quran hafedh.
- Bilal Mustafa โ Fleet Officer. Xenobiologist, married to Rowaida.
- Rowaida Ali โ Fleet Officer. Shipโs pilot, mechanic and fabricator, married to Bilal.
- Samir โSmasherโ Sufyan โ Specialist. Drone tech and explosives expert. Carries an ax. Multiple awards for valor, but also repeated misconduct violations.
- Ami Abdulghaffar โ Specialist. Medic and psychotherapist.
- Amina Quraishi โ Private First Class. Computer tech and AI diagnostics. Hijabi. Silat expert. Fearless.
- Hisham โ Private. Grenadier, plus supplies & requisitions.
- Summer โ Private. Riflecarrier and food services.
- Tarek โ Private. Riflecarrier and janitorial. 18 years old.
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Excerpt from Ten Years With The Andach, By Tarek Othman:
The Andachโ find everything about humanity baffling. Our food, music, language, appearance, odor, and cultural relationships are all incomprehensible to their minds. Perhaps strangest of all is our human propensity to kill one another. Among the Andachโ, between clans and tribes, combat is ceremonial. Andachโ do not kill each other. Period. It simply does not happen.
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The Pillars of Creation
Major Darwish, whose real name โ Tarek knew now โ was Saba Othman, and who was his aunt, stopped the hover car in front of a ramshackle wooden cabin deep in the woods. There was not another building for kilometers in any direction, as far as Tarek could tell.
โWhat is this place?โ
โIt belonged to your aunt Shubnam, remember her? I wasnโt sure it would even still be standing in one piece.โ
โAuntie Shubby Chubby? The one who disappeared?โ
Saba laughed. โIs that what you called her? Thatโs classic. She was a gun runner. She got on the wrong side of the triads, so she hid up here. One day she tried to kill a Scuti fox for food. It bit her, and she almost died. In that moment she had a spiritual epiphany. She said that the angel of death seized her by the throat, and locked onto her gaze with eyes like the pillars of creation. The ground shook, and her body was as light as a feather. Tears of shame and repentance streamed down her face. She realized that all life was one creation, striving for harmony beneath the majesty of Allah , and that the purpose of her existence was not to take life, but to preserve it. After that she relocated to Fatimiyyah, with the intention of becoming a nurse. No one knew this but me. She may indeed have seen an angel. I believe that her empathic sense was powerfully activated at that moment of her near-death, and that the experience overwhelmed her.โ
โShubby Chubby was a gangster?โ
Saba clucked her tongue. โI think youโre missing the point.โ
Enjoy It While You Can
They spent a week in the cabin, which was solidly built in spite of its outward appearance, and which still had a cache of vacuum sealed foods in the larder. It was seven days of intensive instruction. The major taught Tarek more properly how to pray the salat, and taught him some of the Quran. They prayed outside, setting a blanket on the leafy ground beneath the trees, and Tarek led. He tried to open himself to the life of the trees once again, but the connection wouldnโt come. That ecstatic union with all living things eluded him.
Nevertheless, he had his other senses. He heard the birds and the small forest animals, he smelled the pine and eucalyptus, he felt the give of the forest floor under his hands when he prostrated.
Every day Tarek felt more alive, as the death and torture of the academy faded into his past. He stopped shaving, and his beard came in, thin and wispy. He ate well, including rabbits that the major occasionally caught in the woods. His body filled out as a young manโs should. He told jokes, chopped wood exuberantly, and practiced tumbling motions heโd seen his sisters doing long ago. It was the major who pointed out to him that he was experiencing a proper childhood for the first time.
โEnjoy it while you can, Tutu,โ she said. โIt wonโt last.โ
Donโt Care About Me
Saba sometimes talked about Tarekโs mother, Sahara, who had died giving birth to Ghanima when Tarek was eight years old. Tarek remembered her as a woman who could cook a decent meal out of whatever scraps were available, could treat a wound with herbs that grew in the garden, and knew a hundred stories about princes and princesses, warriors and Tioman lions, sufi saints and demon jinnis. But to hear Saba tell it, Tarekโs mom was a hot-tempered brawler who couldnโt stand people and found comfort only in tending to plants. Sheโd never read a book in her life.
โWhat about all the stories she knew?โ
Saba laughed. โIโm sure she made them all up.โ
Tarekโs father was, as far as he knew, still alive. He was a truck driver who was often gone. His wages provided for the family, but after Mamaโs death, the kids basically raised themselves. Tarek had not thought much about his mother in recent years, but now he thought that if she had survived, she would look a lot like Saba now. He found himself glancing surreptitiously at Saba, trying to imagine her and his mother growing up together.
One day he was chopping wood and thinking about this as Saba worked nearby on the cabin, hammering in some loose boards. Saba turned to him and said, โI loved her. Even though I was older, I always knew she had my back. But Iโm not her, Tutu. You and I have a few more days together here, then we will probably never see each other again. Donโt care too much about me.โ
โButโฆ what will you do?โ
โIโll go back to the academy. Iโm on personal leave, I have to return soon. There are other children there who need me. Lives I can save. And Iโm a major. I canโt just disappear.โ
โWhy canโt I stay too? Not at the academy, butโฆ Send me somewhere else. Where I can still see you sometimes.โ
Saba put down the hammer and nails, came to Tarek and embraced him. โItโs not possible. Itโs one thing to get you reassigned, thatโs not a big deal. Happens all the time in war. Iโll have to alter your records as well, to conceal the fact that you are an empath. But if you stayed here youโd get caught one day, and then you and I would both be dead.โ
โYouโre only thinking of yourself.โ Tarek regretted the words as soon as they came out of his mouth. But Saba only smiled sadly and returned to her work. She was an empath. No doubt she knew exactly how Tarek felt, no matter what he said.
Combat and Telepathy
It wasnโt all play, prayer, and chopping wood. For two hours every day they worked on recognizing the signs of a telepathic intrusion, and how to block such an attack. And how to shield his thoughts so no one else could read them.
For another two hours they worked on combat. Saba gave him a long, curved knife, and taught him to use it. They trained in empty hand combat, ground fighting, and sword techniques. But primarily the knife, and there were no practice knives. Tarek was cut many times, and learned quickly.
The rest of the day Saba attempted to fully activate Tarekโs telepathic power, using techniques of relaxed concentration. Again, it would not come. Oh, sure, Tarek could receive thoughts that Saba projected his way. And he could pick up an image that she held in her mind and concentrated on. But he could not read her thoughts in any useful sense. At times he grew frustrated. Once he abandoned his practice and stalked off into the woods, where he climbed a tree and watched a woodpecker rat-a-tat-tatting away at a teak trunk. Another time he shouted in dismay and dumped dirt and leaves over his own head, then immediately felt ridiculous beneath Sabaโs calm gaze.
โWhat does it mean that it wonโt come?โ Tarek asked.
โIt doesnโt mean anything. It will come when you are ready. Only continue your training.โ
Superhuman
On the seventh day at the cabin, Saba took a call on her i-link. Afterward she opened a bag and took out a pair of loose Arab robes. โGet changed,โ she told Tarek. โWeโre going to Bawah Dunia. Under World.โ
Tarek morosely fingered the robe.โWhy do we have to leave?โ For the first time in his life he was happy and at peace. He never wanted to leave this place.
โThe ship that I told you about, the one youโll be assigned to, will be ready in about ten days. We need to make certain preparations.โ
โWhat if the people you send me to reject me? What if they treat me like a piece-of-bone empath, just like at the academy? Maybe Iโll always be a subhuman.โ
Sabaโs expression turned grim. โDonโt ever use those expressions in front of me again. I told you before, youโre not a subhuman, youโre a superhuman. Donโt you understand? People hate us because theyโre afraid. They donโt fear us because weโre weak, but because weโre strong. Do they fear the rabbit? No, they fear the lion. We could rule this galaxy if we wanted. But weโre not like that. Because weโre empaths and telepaths, our nature is to care about humanity.โ
Ahbareen
The robes were beige colored, made of a soft material that flowed around Tarekโs form. The sleeves were wide, and โ oddly โ there was a pocket on the chest and on the back as well.
โHey. The right pocket is missing. Itโs just a slit.โ
โItโs supposed to be that way. Strap your knife to your waist on the right. You can reach it through the hole.โ
In addition to the robes, they each donned a pair of blue goggles with attached earpieces and i-link interfaces. The goggles covered the entire upper portions of their faces, including their empath tattoos.
โWe are Ahbareen,โ Major Saba explained. โArab gem traders from Fatimiyyah. Our goggles automatically analyze every gem we look at, detecting its type, authenticity and flaws. The earpiece connects to an AI mainframe in orbit. The AI estimates the value of each gem. When it spots one that can be sold at a profit elsewhere, it tells you to sell. You then point your finger, thatโs all. So donโt point at anything, do you understand?โ
โYes.โ
โAnd donโt talk. Ahbareen rarely speak.โ
โWhy not?โ
โI donโt know. Maybe the connection with the AI requires all their focus. They do speak, but sparingly.โ
โSo weโre buying gems?โ
โWeโre not buying anything. Itโs a disguise. The goggles and earpiece are dummies, they donโt work.โ
โBawah Dunia is a marketplace?โ
Major Saba shook her head. โOf sorts. It is a city beneath the city. Ancient levels beneath levels, all the way down to the earliest construction of Selangor, a thousand years ago. Itโs home to fugitives, refugees, aliens, criminals, black market merchants, dark-drunkards, thieves and humanoid AIs. There is no law here. The two things all the inhabitants hate are police and telepaths. Stay alert and keep a hand on your knife.โ
โHumanoid AIs? I thought they were banned by the Nippon Code, at penalty of death. Creating a humanoid AI is the worst thing a person can do.โ
โAnything goes in Bawah Dunia.โ
The Light and the Truth
Saba cursed at a driver whoโd wandered out of his lane. โUse your AI, idiot!โ
Tarek noted that the majorโs own AI was disengaged. โI thought Ahbareen werenโt supposed to talk.โ He knew he was being a smart ass, but the major didnโt respond.
They descended into the city. Tarek marveled at the opulence all around him, the skyscrapers whose tops could not be seen, the buildings with fantastical shapes โ a kilometer high pen, a hand reaching to the sky, a series of loops, an eight-pointed star.
The adhaan for ishaaโ prayer echoed out across the city from a thousand different minarets. Tarek had grown up with this sound, and it took him back to his childhood, fighting in the streets of South Selangor, protecting his sisters, trying to earn a little money to eat.
โWhy did you teach me religion?โ
Saba kept her eyes on the road. โIslam is the light and truth of this existence. Itโs the power and peace that underlies all creation. Our gift can be troubling, as you well know. Islam gives us a framework for relating to other humans. It keeps us humble before Allah, and it connects us to all living things. Do you remember the ayah I taught you?โ
Tarek recited it: โAll that is in the heavens and all that is on the earth glorifies Allah, for He is the Almighty, the All-Wise.โ
They parked the car in a thirty story garage and walked through the teeming streets of Chinatown. Rahman craned his head, captivated by the exotic foods and spices for sale, the ornate furniture, the strange food scents. They entered a bustling Chinese restaurant, walked through to the back, and down a long, spiraling staircase.
โIt really is an underworld,โ Tarek said. โHow do we get in?โ
โThere is a door and a challenge phrase. My contact gave me tonightโs challenge response. Now hush. No more talking.โ Saba stopped in front of a huge red door that looked strong enough to withstand a Tellian water buffalo stampede.
Challenge Phrase
A hatch opened in the door and a womanโs face appeared. She was Malay, but very pale, with her hair frozen into a rising spiral that mimicked the staircase theyโd come down, but in reverse.
โI saw your cousin in the market,โ the woman said in a bored tone.
Saba froze, and Tarek sensed her confusion. Sheโd been confident a moment before, but it seemed her information was out of date.
โBees love the marigolds,โ Saba replied finally.
โThat was yesterday.โ The pale woman was expressionless. โI saw your cousin in the market.โ More emphasis this time.
Tarek watched Saba. Her mouth worked, but she said nothing. He saw her take a deep breath and let her shoulders relax. She was trying to read the door keeperโs mind, but he could tell from her furrowed brow that it wasnโt working.
To their left and right, men stepped out of the shadows. They were big, and had sonic pistols pointed directly at Tarek and Saba.
Third And Last
โThird and last time,โ the woman snapped. โI saw your cousin in the market.โ
Tarekโs heart hammered. Sweat pooled beneath his goggles and ran down his face. He shifted his gaze to the pale woman. Her eyes were yellow with spots of green โ clearly not natural. Sheโฆ she was near the end of her shift, and tired. All she wanted was to return to her room on a lower level, take a dreamdot, and zone out. Sheโฆ Her mind opened to him, and he saw everything. Sheโd never known her father. Mother and two sisters lost in a building collapse. Sheโd grown up in an Islamic orphanage and knew the entire Quran by heart. She had a knack for numbers. Used to sing for money in the airbus stations, until she got this gig. And she knew the dreamdots were killing her, but at this point she couldnโt imagine getting through a day without one. She felt hopeless and alone, and didnโt know who to trust.
One of the guards touched the barrel of his gun to Sabaโs head, and the other did the same with Tarek. Their shoulders tensed. They were about to fire.
The answer to the challenge question hummed in the pale womanโs mind as clear as day. โHe was buying fish for the lion cub,โ Tarek replied softly.
The men lowered their guns and faded into the darkness, and the door opened.
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Next: All That Is In The Heavens, Part 16 โ The Imamโs Tale
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See the Story Index for Wael Abdelgawadโs other stories on this website.
Wael Abdelgawadโs novels โ including Pieces of a Dream, The Repeaters and Zaid Karim Private Investigator โ are available in ebook and print form on his author page at Amazon.com.
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Wael Abdelgawad's novels can be purchased at his author page at Amazon.com: Wael is an Egyptian-American living in California. He is the founder of several Islamic websites, including, Zawaj.com, IslamicAnswers.com and IslamicSunrays.com. He teaches martial arts, and loves Islamic books, science fiction, and ice cream. Learn more about him at WaelAbdelgawad.com. For a guide to all of Wael's online stories in chronological order, check out this handy Story Index.

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Wael Abdelgawad
December 4, 2022 at 12:51 AM
Iโm reviewing all the Tarek Othman chapters in preparation for the next one, and Iโm surprised there are no comments on this one. I like some of my chapters more than others, and this is one of my favorites. I enjoy the tender interaction between Saba and Tarek, and the suspense at the end.