The Storm of Horrors

Written by Y. S.

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

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

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