"MINOTAUR, ONLY IN WHITE BONES!!!" Running as hard as they could the torch in Nigel's hand blew out. But before it did he caught a glimpse of an entrance to their right. They ran through it and stopped, noticing that that the loud thuds had stopped as well. 

"Why does it stop chasing us after a while?" Angel asked, panting from the sprinting, her hand that was up to her breast feeling the beat of her panicking heart.

"I think it’s trying to scare us and keep us running," Nigel replied taking deep drags of air while wiping the sweat off of his forehead. 

Suddenly Angel's mind lighted with thought, "So we won't have the proper time to concentrate on the maze? Nigel we have to kill it."

"But how?"

"Use your guns. It's bones. If we don't it will keep us on the run till the full day is out. Then we will be sorry."

Nigel added, "Do you know something. When we took our first turn, when we first collided with it, it stopped chasing us. The corridor it was in grew dense with darkness at that point."

"When it is able to pick up the torch light it charges on us…" Angel picked up the torch from Nigel's arms and gave it a look. She then placed it vertically on the floor. She rubbed it in between her hands, making it turn against the ground, attempting to incite enough friction to light it again. However it turned for a complete minute with no avail. Angel quickened the rubbing but gradually became frustrated by her failure. She picked up the torch and smashed it on the grounds. It smacked against something that vibrated on the grounds nearby. Angel picked it up and felt it in the darkness. 

"What is it Angel?"

"Its some sort of big gun," as Angel felt it more she commented, "Of a very peculiar type. It has only one barrel."

"Angel it could be possibly a flare gun! Shoot it in the direction we came from!"

"Who on earth would leave a flare gun behind," she asked as she aimed it in the thick darkness ahead."

"Didn't you hear the wise guy in the temple? We aren't the only visitor's to this hell hole."

The gun went off between the walls right behind the entrance they were standing in sending its echoes ringing in the premises. The flare rocketed through the corridor and sent spectrums of brilliance, lighting Minotaur that was a distance away and the entire area around. Within seconds the bright shell smashed into a wall but remained luminous for a while. 

"He's coming towards us Nigel."

Nigel pumped his shotgun and aimed straight at the charging creature, its powerful white sprinting legs filling the atmosphere about with awesome thudding. His aim picked up the quick beastly paces of his enemy for a moments time then he fired a round succeeding in striking the spinal cord of his assailant. The flare lost its glow simultaneously surrendering the premises to darkness once again. The firing and commotion stirred boisterous motions a small distance off towards the core of the maze. Nigel looked towards the core then looked towards the entrance, guessing from the noise, that the creature was bucking about wounded between the walls. Lava like tongues shot out from the core of the maze and began falling around them. Angel and Nigel jumped back a distance as the flames struck the place they were just standing in. The tongues lit the torch on the ground again to their content. Nigel ran back up, picked it up and watched what was left of Minotaur still bucking madly between the walls. The round had succeeded in breaking the creature in two halves. He ran back to where Angel was standing, both their eyes bouncing between the hell that broke loose to their right and the bucking beast, lest it run towards them. Nigel fired one more round at its bull part crippling it to the ground. It disappeared into dust, leaving its upper body's arms thrashing helplessly. A third round on its skull silenced its action for good. The core thrashed about madly again sending more enraged flames into the air targeting where they were standing. Angel and Nigel ran back through the entrance and stood helpless between choosing to go right and left. They chose to go right and ran down the hallway to find a right turn and another entrance. They ran through the entrance and took a nearby left turn which led them to a dead end. 

Angel stopped, torn apart by panic and fear. To their luck the fire stopped its attack on them. However she collapsed in her place crying her frustration away and banging the grounds underneath with her fists. "Nigel I can't take this anymore…"She choked with pressure and cried helplessly like a child. 

Although helpless himself, he walked up to her and hugged her warmly. "Don't worry dear. It’s going to be all right."

Angel replied sobbing, "How do you want me to calm down when this thing is chasing us away from corner to corner."

"It is enraged because we just destroyed its scare crow."

Suddenly she leaned back from his embrace and looked at him, her silhouette dancing within the torches light. "Do you really think so?"

"It's frustrated because we won a round in the battle. Now all what we have to do is concentrate enough to follow our trail back again."

Angel felt a bit relaxed and comforted. Nigel was saying the truth. She had to trust him and maintain the proper self confidence. They were smart enough for the feat. They were still alive despite that vicious creature's attacks. 

Nigel smiled back as he saw her face light with self confidence again. "Come on sweetheart. We have some work to do. I think we ought to go back and start the maze from where the creature scared us away. It could have been diverting us away from the proper way."

As they walked back down the hallway Nigel added, "Do you know what I think as well. We were so close to finding our way out only moments ago. That beast's sounds were so near to us."

Nigel led Angel through the turn they took moments ago and walked past the entrance they ignored. Deep inside he was praying that he was taking the proper paths they had taken earlier for both of their sake. They went through so many entrances and hallways that tracing and remember their exact steps was a challenging job. But somehow an inner instinct told him that he was on the correct path so far. Within moments a left entrance appeared, which he guessed was where they fired the flare. He explained accordingly to Angel, "See this is where you fired the flare, remember?"

Angel nodded with confidence, "Yes, I remember."

"Hopefully I've got it right," He thought or she is going to collapse. "Please Lord enlighten my mind," he prayed.

As their footsteps took them further down the hallways, another entrance came up. He gulped hard as his memory ceased at that point. He knew that in reality their wild running short moments ago made it impossible to guarantee anything for them at all. But as they approached the entrance and as he lit it the other entrance came into focus. The double entrance instantly refreshed his mind and he remembered. "Follow me Angel," He commanded with certainty as he led the way past the entrances. 

A dead end to their right made them take the left and they walked slowly down the hallway. The boney liter on the grounds made him smile with comfort. 

"Nigel I think we've got it at last." She caressed him warmly with her left hand as they both cautiously marched down the hallway, taking a left turn. Eventually they reached the T junction again that was marked with the skeletal remains. They stopped for a while attempting to relax after their plight. 

"Nigel I have a feeling that those scriptures are here somewhere." She looked at him assuring, "I just can feel it." Before he could reply, suddenly her back chilled. Her body released a couple of shudders as she saw the apparition standing a small distance off staring straight at her. She gasped as she studied its face and silhouette; a person that she felt was very familiar to her. The walls around her all transformed into a neat hallway filled with glyphs and paintings. The apparition walked a distance gesturing Angel to follow her. 

"Angel what is it…why where you shivering and where are you going?"

Angel said nothing but walked straight up ahead. Nigel walked after her, filling his shotgun with rounds, "Angel wait for a second…talk to me!"

The boney liter on the grounds were double that in the other corridor telling Nigel that they were walking into big trouble. "Angel…Angel…" He kept calling her and waving his hand in front of her eyes, but she was out of his world. The apparition kept guiding her till she reached a closed entrance. 

"This is your path your majesty." The apparition said in ancient Egyptian. "Don't go any other way."

"How do I open it?"

Nigel interrupted, his eyes bouncing between up ahead and Angel, whom was besides him, "Are you talking to me? Who are you talking to?"

"Be brave and do as the glyphs say," the apparition knelt in worship to angel then vanished. 

The beautiful corridors disappeared instantly and the rough rocky walls and grounds came back to her. Both stood silent for a while then screamed with terror as they saw the path behind them they had just crossed. Both their eyes opened wide as they saw the deep void space in the grounds with lethal arrows pointing upwards towards its bottom. 

Nigel yelled out loud, "HOW THE HELL DID WE CROSS THAT!!!"

Angel's heart was pumping wildly from the shock as she barely made out, "It was one of my servants from my other life."

"What do you mean? For a long while you were out of this world. What did you see?"

"I was in one of the hallways in a palace and…Oh my goodness, I just feel I know her closely; she just guided me to this entrance and told me to follow the directions of the glyphs to open it. She guided us to safety."

After a brief pause Nigel replied, "Believe me I'm thankful for that." Nigel made out the glyphs on the entrance door. They read, "Feed the gate with the blood of Ramses's kin and it will open its hellish doors."

To its side was a small rocky bowl protruding outwards.  Nigel looked at Angel whom softly said but with fear, "I believe that would be me." She stretched out her hand and asked, "You still have that knife?"

Nigel boiled with anger at the thought of him cutting Angel's hand. He aimed his shotgun at the gate and fired two rounds. The atmosphere rocked with fire power but the gate that was made out of iron stood as strongly as it was before. He screamed, "DAM YOU AND YOUR WICKEDNESS…I WILL TEAR YOU TO PIECES, DO HEAR ME!!!" He beat the door with his fists and kicked it repeatedly till Angel ran up to him and hugged him saying. "Nigel just do it sweetheart. I will be fine. I promise you." She looked him in the face and wiped his tears away with her hand, "I promise you. Let's do what the apparition asked us to do. She was good enough to help us cross the deadly trap down there."

Nigel took in a deep breath and settled down to reality. There was no way around this obstacle. He took the knife out of his pocket. He grabbed Angel's hand and brought the knife to it. The supreme pain ravaged Angel as the knife cut her flesh; she released a load screech and bit the shirt's sleeve of her other arm. Nigel tried not to make the wound deep so he would avoid the need for stitches. As soon as the blood gushed out she moved her hand above the bowl, crying and gasping from the cutting. The blood trickled from her hand on the rocky container for a moment's time while Nigel tore a piece of material from his shirt's sleeve and wrapped Angel's hand with it. He pressed the wound for a moment's time succeeding in making the bleeding cease. A minute passed before the gate began sliding to the right. As they entered the corridor a series of torches that hung on its walls became alight suddenly. The same angry beastly voice that threatened them at the beginning of their quest shook the premises once more and announced, "YOU'RE BRAVERY IS NOTABLE BUT YOU WILL NEVER STAND ANY FURTHER!!!"

Both treaded down the corridor in each other's embrace, till they reached another entrance. They passed through it and noted another one at the far end of the new corridor. The heat began to intensify as they walked down the twisting lengthy corridors and entrances; the second level leading to the third. Finally as they crossed the fourth corridor and headed towards the fourth entrance something made them halt their advance. A series of splashes sounded from the core of the maze and flying big tongues of lava headed straight towards them. They both took a mad dash towards the entrance in front of them as the tongues of lava splashed on the rocky grounds behind them. Lost for a moment's time from the attack they didn't realize it at first. They were finally in front of it. A huge rectangular room with wild splashing echoing inside of it. As they stood awed from the boisterous noise the splashing gradually died down. Tranquility spread all over the premises. They studied it cautiously, their instincts telling them that something was coming their way. 

Angel's eyes radiated with warmth and passion as she saw him step outside of the entrance. He smiled at her and opened his arms. Nigel looked in surprise as Angel walked towards him. He grabbed her back and ordered, "Nigel who is he?"

"That is my father Nigel."

"No your father is dead. Angel wake up!"

Angel pushed Nigel away and began walking briskly towards the smiling figure. "Angel come back!!!" he screamed but she was nowhere to heed his orders. The thirty three feet that separated her from the figure came to an end as she hugged her father warmly and cried, "I missed you!"

Nigel ran after her terrified from what was happening. He screamed, "Angel back away! You buried your father a year ago! Back away!"

Within seconds the warm embrace of her father began turning into coldness. A foul smell began filling the atmosphere around her. She tried to back away but she felt her arms stuck to what instantly came to her senses as a bulky but sticky disgusting presence. She felt it lifting her above the grounds, her feet kicking with no safety underneath. She looked up at the skeletal face that was covered with scores of human eyes that were moving with life. She bitterly screamed as she discovered there were no eyes in the boney sockets that were starring at her. Her screaming quickly turned to high screeching as she saw through the sockets to his brainy flesh. His back side felt sticky and fleshy but contrasting to this gruesome reality and as he pressed her against his front side it felt all boney hard; a truly macabre fleshy remnant of a beast that made her blood curdle with terror she had never witnessed before. Some muscle that was still tied to his jaws retracted as he spoke to her with his beastly voice, "You are mine to keep. I will grow more complete and strong with your fleshy parts and eyes."

Her heart began pounding with the terror that tore her soul apart. She wailed, "HELP ME!!! NIGEL HELP ME!!!" Her wailing filled the maze as she pleaded and begged for mercy.

Nigel stood awed a few feet away by the seven foot monster. Its cross of bones and flesh made him want to throw up. It was the shape of a yeti and covered entirely with human eyes from head to toe. As it was dragging Angel inside the core of the maze he ran up to it and dipped his knife into its back. The beast yelled with pain as he dragged the knife downwards making a big tear. Nigel yelled with fear as flesh tearing filled the atmosphere. It managed to grab him with its powerful hands and throw him a distance back. It released Angel as it thrashed about trying to reach out for the knife that was dipped in its back but to no avail. Nigel took a dash towards it as Angel backed away terrified from her encounter. The monster clubbed both its hands together and hurled them downwards towards Nigel’s head but he grabbed his arms and stopped him. Nigel yelled repeatedly with hysteria as he fought against the monsters clubbed hands, his hands firming around sheer muscle and bone. He finally gave him a powerful kick and made him wobble back inside the rectangular room. Scores of eyes fell down from his body and filled the grounds as it knelt down on its knees weak from the stab. Nigel aimed his shotgun and released a long series of rounds tearing him to shreds. The scorching lethal rounds severed his head, an arm and a leg off of his body.

The monster's blood drained silently towards the room. Angel and Nigel carefully and slowly approached him and watched his carcass lay lifeless on the floor. He was truly one ugly creature.

Nigel's eyes radiated with disgust and fear as he asked, "What is this thing?"

"He needed me to grow more complete and to strengthen his sight. Great heavens look at his incomplete body."

"Now I know where the body parts of all those people were going."

"Do you mean he was gluing their body parts to his…"

"So he can live once more. You would have met the same fate." Nigel shivered at the thoughts, "Saving you was one big miracle darling."

"Nigel what does this all mean. Why is this all happening?"

"Remember the old man's words in that timeless Egyptian desert." Nigel hugged Angel and said, "It shall soon end. Let's go into that room and see if it truly contains the scriptures."

They entered the beast's den. It was a void empty room. Nigel guessed it was about five hundred square feet in size, totally void aside from a stream of streaming hot lava running in a narrow channel to their left. The room boiled from the intense heat that ran through it. To their right was a small podium with a big role of papyrus on it. They slowly walked towards it, looking around cautiously for any unexpected surprises. Finally Angel grabbed the scrolls with her hands and began crying. She broke down like a child and cried unbelieving that they were finally between her hands. Nigel hugged her and left her to cry her frustrations away. 

"Finally Nigel. We have successfully completed it. Finally our adventure is over."

"NOT YET PATHETIC WOMAN!!!"

Angel looked up, "What do you mean?...NIGEL LOOK OUT!!!"

A vicious roar filled the void room and sent echoes within its spacious walls. Nigel pumped his shot gun and turned around but was paralyzed with fear at what he saw. The monster was dragging himself on the floor heading towards them. It said mockingly, "Let us see you stop the war in Sinai!!! If Ramses thinks his pathetic army of mummies can stand in our way he is wrong. How can you stop an army that counts as much as there is sand in the deserts of the world."

Nigel said challenging, "With this scriptures we can!"

"If you can leave here alive?"

The monster stood up on his other leg and raised his hands in the air. The Lava in the channel rose with the action of his hand and began quickly spreading on all the walls and floor of the room. The scorching material twitched and danced in the coolness of the air. 

"You will melt in seconds. I promise you."

"QUICKLY READ THE SCROLLS ANGEL!!!"

Angel panicked and opened the scrolls. She read out loud as the molten material gushed towards them, "Sands of time from every path and trend, voyaging through time with no end, take us to Sinai…"

Angel and Nigel screamed as they saw the lava cave in on them…

*****

SATURDAY, 20TH AUGUST 1960, 5:30 AFTERNOON

Twenty clergy from the Baptist, Catholic and Greek Orthodox faiths with three priests from the Catholic, Melkite Catholic, and Orthodox faiths were gathered in the Greek Orthodox Church on the summit of Mount Sinai. Before beginning the mass that was due to be in progress at exactly six in the evening, Father George, Father Paul and Father John stood silently in the midst of the Royal Doors of the iconostasis, with their service robes on, and read the statement that was drafted by the quickly adjourned synod two days earlier between all the Christian faiths in the globe. Father John was to begin by reading a third of the letter while Father George and Father Paul would complete the latter two thirds. 

Father John began: 

In the Name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost Amen.

From the Universal Christian Synod that was held with the full participation of all the spiritual leaderships of Christianity on Thursday 18th of August 1960, to all our clergy and faithful parishes; may the blessing of Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior be with you always. 

It has regretfully come to the attention of all the spiritual leaderships of our Christian faith, and the spiritual leaderships of our brethren from the Jewish and Moslem Faiths as well, strange occurrences that are too serious of a nature to keep a secret from our parishes. Egypt, Jordan, Israel and the Palestinian territories have reported what seems as the signs of a cult in progress and what looks as if aspiring to spread and capture a domain in our world. A number of brave hearted soldiers in all four nations have perished or were wounded in their attempt to fight its evil away from humanity. As we speak and prepare our unsurpassed universal mass which will take place with the prayers of our brethren from the other monotheistic faiths, a very sinister fight will be in progress soon in the Sinai Peninsula if our Lord doesn't deal with us through his kind heart again and maintain the well being of our globe once again.

Father George read: Perhaps you are asking as to why our God has allowed this to happen. Faithful brethren it is written in the Epistle of James in the New Testament (chapter 1, verses twelve to fifteen), "Blessed is the man who endures temptation; for when he has been proved, he will receive the crown of life, which the Lord has promised to those who love him. Let no one say when he is tempted 'I am tempted by God;' for God cannot be tempted by evil, nor does He Himself tempt anyone. But each one is tempted when he is drawn away by his own desires and enticed. Then when desire has conceived, it gives birth to sin; and sin when it is full-grown brings forth death." 

We can only assume that the distances people and nations keep from prayers; also the crimes, the world wars of this century and devastations that were spurred by man's greed for money, power and influence have resulted in nothing more than compelling God to withdraw his pure blessings and Holy Ghost from our lives. Inferring accordingly we only hope and aspire that this is an admonishing from Him, willing by it to make his people combine in holy prayer, to bring back faith, good heartedness and love to our war struck world.  

Father Paul read: Through the miraculous events given to us in the Old Testaments, and as what could be understood from the holy teachings of our Jewish and Moslem brethren, similar events have taken place, when God chose to discipline his people when acting against his will, and surrender them to their enemies or inflict punishment. Let us remember what is mentioned also in the Book of Proverbs, (chapter three, verses eleven and twelve) words which are also referred to in the Epistles of the disciples in the New Testament, "My son, do not despise the Chastening of the Lord, Nor be discouraged when you are rebuked by Him; For whom the Lord loves He chastens, and scourges every son whom He receives." 

Therefore our leaderships have chosen to draft this message, a similar message being also drafted and read by all the monotheistic faiths to their believers, by which we beg and ask from all our Christians to fulfill the Lord's wishes for us to pray always and head to the nearest church regardless of their Christian sect, on Saturday 20th August, 1960 at Six in the evening promptly, and take part in communion and prayers that will be held. Jesus Christ promised that when there are two or more people gathered together in prayer, that He shall be amongst them, blessing them and their households. Come and join the world in its joint pleadings and prayer for the well being of our globe and lives, for God shall be amongst us if we come with faith and love in our hearts.

Father John announced, "Till six there will be a few minutes of meditation in the church." 

All three priests afterwards headed into the alter to prepare the bread of the Holy Sacrament while the Byzantine choir began chanting hymns. Suddenly grey clouds dimmed the sunset above, leaving the church in a dark atmosphere, with only the light provided by the dancing candle flames to light the inside of the holy structure. As the prayers of the faithful filled the premises lightning and thunder started, leaving strong echoes behind, the sudden winds shaking the old glass of the church; but the storm only succeeding in compelling the gathered faithful to pray more fervently to their Lord. They all, within their hearts, knew that he was there and will never forsake them. But as the Bible said through the teachings of the disciples, in the New Testament Epistle to Galatians, "But when the fullness of the time had come , God sent forth His Son , born of a woman, born under the law, to redeem those who were under the law, that we might receive the adoption as sons." 

Father John smiled as he prayed and cut the pieces of bread, and placed them in the holy plate while his other colleagues stood around the alter and prayed silently, "God for sure prepared times for his plans to his beloved. He will never forsake us." He was a father for three children himself. He knows that no matter how many times his children did the wrong things he always forgave them and directed them into the right path. How so accordingly is the great father of the heavens and universe? All they had to do was trust in him. The Lord promised in the Bible that even if a mother did the impossible and forgot to feed her children, that he will never forget us.

Suddenly loud metal clattering began sounding from the outside. Father John left the small table he was using for the sacrament and headed through the Royal Doors once again, "Faithful brethren. No matter what happens outside do not leave your seats and look. Stay as much as you can concentrated on prayer and meditation till mass starts. We are in a heavenly entity here and nothing can harm us while the Lord prevails."

The mass cried in unison, "Amen father!"

1366 B.C. Amenophis IV (1367 – 1350 B.C.) Reign, Thebes

"And this is what happened till Sekhmet took off with her husband and you were brought back to me."

"I don't remember anything of what you are saying. What I remember is that only seconds ago we were in that huge temple with those ghastly mummies running towards us to kill us."

"This is when you stood in between, commanding them not to hurt us. This is when, I guess, Sekhmet borrowed your body to help through the obstacles and retrieve the Holy Cross; although that disgusting man stole it away from us later on."

Angel asked, shivering from the cool currents that suddenly erupted from their right side, "Who is he?"

Nigel embraced her as they sat calmly in the dark corner of the new premises they were in and answered, "I don't know. He knew us but I just can't remember coming across him in anyway or at any point in my entire life. Oh we almost died there hadn't it been for those ancient soldiers guarding Sekhmet."

"Nigel!" Angel suddenly snapped back, "Do you remember my dream?"

Nigel replied, "Yes, dear God yes…"

"This is the explanation to my dream." She broke loose from his embrace and looked towards him, his face slightly lit by the dominant moonlight coming from the big window a distance across from them, "I believe this means that I'm connected to those people."

"Well as a Christian I don't believe in soul incarnation like the ancient religions do, but your ancestry is obviously deeply rooted in ancient Egypt. I believe you are almost a copy of what Sekhmet looked like because you fitted superbly into their royalty frame. She is surely a great ancestor of yours."

"I don't believe in soul incarnation either and I agree with you concerning my lineage. Once we resolve our issues I feel compelled to do some good investigating of my family tree."

Suddenly door squeaking interrupted their conversation. They both unconsciously grabbed their weapons hard and rested in anticipation of any danger. However contrasting to their fears, a soft lady's weeping and sobs filled the chamber they were in. Echoes of slow footsteps surfaced in the distances as the door slammed back into its place. The weeping and footsteps gradually grew louder implying that the sad person was coming closer to them. After a while a close brief shuffling followed placing a part of the lady's white robe in the path of the soft moonlight, releasing the fact to Angel and Nigel that she was royalty. The woman afterwards lit two torches hung on the wall opposite of them illuminating a portion of the chambers but still leaving them within some darkness to conceal them from her sight. Angel almost gasped as she saw the young boy's body lying on the floor in front of a human size statue of a deity. He was about ten years of age with handsome looks but was still as a log implying to her his sickness.

The figure of royalty knelt in front of the statue and wept deeply. Her bursts of crying echoed through the temple walls they were in and sparked chills across Angel's back from their sincerity. She then raised her eyes and prayed in ancient Egyptian, "Bring him back to me, please, you are a great god…" a series of snuffles followed then she continued, "Please bring him back to me, I will build for you a temple more grand than this one and that Egypt has never seen before if you return my son to me."

Nigel whispered to Angel, "She certainly has my sympathies but I think it's too late for her prayers. He is dead."

"No I think he is ill."

"He isn't moving. I can't even see him breath."

"Rahotep," her breaking voice called but the boy rested still as ever. She picked up his arm and released it. It fell without life to the ground. Frustrated yells filled the atmosphere around them once again as she collided with reality and cried. She beat the grounds with her arms and lamented her calamity. 

Suddenly chariot noise erupted from the outside. Within moments the temple door opened and footsteps' shuffling sounded. Two figures soon came into focus and stood besides the woman. One maintained a lofty disposition and was wearing an Egyptian warrior’s costume. The other was an elderly person in a more moderate appearance wearing a shabby grey tunic. He had a long stick in his hand. The poor lighting kept their facial features from Angel and Nigel as the warrior spoke, "Nefertiti!"

The crying woman answered bitterly, "Rahotep is dead! Our son is dead!" She stood up and embraced him. Amenophis stood paralyzed with shock for a few moments. He then knelt down and picked up his son between his arms hugging him. 

The figure with the shabby tunic said, "Our gods are angry because we released the slaves. That is why they will not return Rahotep to life!"

Nefertiti replied sharply, "Enough! Enough Imhotep! The God of the slaves is much mightier than ours'!"

Imhotep replied warning, "Don't anger them any further!"

Amenophis's crying rose in the backgrounds of Nefertiti and Imhotep arguements, "Anger what! Dead stone!"

Imhotep shook with fear and looked at the statue interceding with prayer, "Oh great god Khnum, owner of this temple, forgive her! She is angered and in pain by your disciplining for releasing our slaves from the cities." He looked back at Nefertiti and said, "Stop your heresy your majesty instantly. I'm not responsible if our cities suffer any further from your words!"

Nefertiti yelled back with her tearful eyes shooting madness, "We don't have any cities left! The God of the Hebrew Slaves burned our cities and killed the first born of every Egyptian family plunging our people into bitter sadness, even my own son was no exception. He had no heart on anyone that obstructed him not on a single commoner or on royalty. Our waters are all poisoned with ailments. Where are your gods whom you compel us to worship? Why didn't they defend us and return what we have lost?"

Imhotep assured, "All the omens were telling me not to let them go and I warned you to keep refusing Moses's requests or else. Had you heeded our gods would have protected us."

Amenophis stood up and looked at both of them with sorrow, "And we lost half of our chariots as well."

Nefertiti asked with a shocked tone of voice, "What happened?" 

Amenophis answered with a saddened voice, "Their God is a very mighty God. He glowed with majesty and stood before us like a huge pillar of fire as we were in the Hebrews' pursuit. He kept our army away from them. He is more glorious than the day time skies. And finally when they reached the bay I watched with glee as I thought they would be unable to cross the seas. But with unseen power the sea was split in two halves and they marched through it." 

Nefertiti gasped with surprise as she heard the words. Amenophis looked back at the statue and continued, "I hesitated to follow them at first and stood watching the great multitude glorify their God and march through the muddy lands of the sea. But gradually my pride as a ruler couldn't take their God's thrashing that I received. Frustrated by their victories over my authority I foolishly sent my chariots afterwards and stood like a coward afraid to approach the mighty open sea. The huge walls of the sea crashed down over my soldiers and engulfed them."

Imhotep fiendishly blurted out, "Do you see our gods' wrath. This is their way in punishing us for releasing the Hebrew slaves. For four hundred years, generation after generation, those slaves toiled Egypt and served us. You release them against our gods' will and you expect to go unpunished?"

Amenophis replied, "It is not your gods I fear all of a sudden." He looked down at Rahotep and replied, "It is the God of the Hebrews that I truly fear. The God that makes the grounds tremble and takes life is truly a God to fear."

Nefertiti walked up towards the statue and knelt down. She took her son in between her arms and stood up. She walked away slowly disappearing from the scene leaving her husband and Imhotep behind. 

"Amenophis I'm warning you. If you don't repent and ask forgiveness from Khnum…"

Amenophis faced Imhotep again and answered, "If our gods let the God of the Hebrews destroy our cities without interfering what do I want with them. They are your gods and not mine."

"HOW DARE YOU REVOLT AGAINST OUR BELIEFS!!!"

"I'M WARNING YOU IMHOTEP. A LOT OF CHANGES ARE GOING TO TAKE PLACE FROM HERE ON! DON'T INTERFERE!"

"Haven't the Hebrew slaves gone off with their God! Let them be and let us return to our worship!"

"You mean the worship of Aton, the glorious sun god. I don't know who the God of the Hebrew Slaves is exactly but I have seen his wrath and glorious power. He shined superbly like the sunlit skies in front of us." Amenophis turned to a small stand that rested besides the statue of Khnum. He took a couple of scrolls that lied on its' flat top and crumbled them in his hands. 

Imhotep dashed towards him and took the crumbled papyrus from his hands. They fell from his hands in small shreds. Imhotep's face swelled with anger as he spoke, "YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!!!"

"Mark my words. From here on the Scriptures of the Priests of Thebes are banned from our Kingdom. I will issue the decree first thing in the morning." Amenophis dashed out of the temple leaving Imhotep boiling with anger. 

Imhotep hollered back at him as the door opened then slammed shut, "WE SHALL SEE WHO WILL BAN WHAT EXACTLY!!!"

"Stupid man." Imhotep said talking to himself, "I know what to do."

Imhotep disappeared for a few moments then came back with a bunch of scrolls in his hands. He placed them on the ground a distance off of the statue of Khnum. He began to softly murmur what seemed to Angel and Nigel as chants. After a minute the scrolls simply disappeared. The old figure slowly departed towards the door of the temple murmuring to himself, "They will disappear for a while but they will return. You shall see. You will never find them where they are bastard," his heavy footsteps and the tick tocks of his stick began weakening gradually in the distances. The door opened with loud squeaks then closed leaving the atmosphere of the temple very quiet. 

Both waited for a moment's time before they decided to move out of the darkness they were in. Assured by the total silence they cautiously moved from the cold corner and walked towards the statute of Khnum. The statue was up against the wall of a rectangular room about one thousand six hundred square feet in size. The two lit torches revealed its breathtaking rich glyphs glorifying the god of the Nile. Note worthy inscriptions on one of the walls promised him a sacrificial female bride before every rainy season in hopes of convincing him not to flood the Nile on the cities. As they stood near the lit wall reading the glyphs a strong voice suddenly erupted from behind them and said in English, "You are a very curious pair."

Angel released a loud gasp as she and Nigel turned around and looked at Imhotep.

"Do you think hiding in the dark will hide you from me?"

Nigel yelled out questioning, "HOW THE HELL DO YOU KNOW HOW TO SPEAK OUR LANGUAGE!!!"

The tall figure with grey hair and an oval face full of wrinkles eyed them sharply. He could barely open his heavy eyelids that hovered over his black eyes. His sagging cheeks unveiled his protruding cheek bones. His senile hands that were piled on top of his waist high walking stick shook as he spoke, "The real question is what do you aspire to accomplish by your weapons and presence here? You are obviously a long way from your hometown voyager."

Angel spoke, "We are seeking the scriptures…" only to find Nigel's hands covering her mouth.

He spoke interrupting with a frown of discomfort drawn on his face, "I don't feel we owe you any explanations. Leave us unharmed and we shall depart your world in peace."

Imhotep replied with a mocking smile on his face, "I have come across treasure hunters before, crossers of time purely seeking fortunes, and I have come across the unfortunate while they pursue solutions to mysterious problems. But your quest is a very unique one. What you seek is no longer at my disposal. When the God of the Hebrews had the skies rain fire on us most of our libraries were burned and most of our written texts are no longer available. I just sent the last copy we hold that was written by our finest scribes moments ago to a maze in the black realms where they came from to guard it from Amenophis's anger; a place where no one has entered and has ever lived to tell of its whereabouts."

Angel asked, "We will find it! You shall see!"

Imhotep turned his back and walked to the temple door leaning on his stick for assistance, saying, "I can assure you with my experience in life that is an age old; you will not live long enough to obtain it."

Imhotep opened the door. As he walked out of the temple he hit the grounds of the temple with his stick then disappeared. Nigel looked at Angel and asked, "What does he mean by that loud bang of his stick."

"How in the world did he know what we are looking for and how does he know how to speak our language."

Suddenly the grounds underneath them shook. They looked at each other with horror. Their legs picked up to run but only to find the rock underneath them breaking. They both screamed with freight as they began to fall with the rocks. Nigel spontaneously looked at the wall they were standing in front of and noticed a long narrow cliff. He extended his hand and grabbed on to it as he was sinking. He simultaneously extended the other and grabbed Angel by her arm. The rocks fell with a thundering rumble into a huge black pit underneath. Angel stood suspended in the air by Nigel's grip hysterically crying and looking at Nigel whom was trying to maintain his grip on the ledge. After a brief ten seconds powerful echoes of crashing erupted from the pit, mesmerizing the couple by the distance the earth had to travel to finally crash at the bottom of the pit. 

Nigel took in a couple of deep breaths and attempted to regain his strength from the shock of the hard moments. He then spoke, "I need you to be a brave girl Angel. I'm going to heave you up and I need you grab on to my body. OK."

Angel remained speechless. She was hysterically shuddering and helplessly swinging in the air like a pendulum. "Nigel announced on the count of three, be ready, one…two…three." He heaved her up with his grip allowing her to wrap her arms around his waist. Another heave upwards made her wrap her arms around his neck, rendering his other arm free. He grabbed the ledge with both his hands and was more stable. To his surprise she broke loose from his grip and grabbed the ledge by her hands, suspending herself like Nigel. 

"What did you do that for?"

She barely made out, gasping and breathing heavily from her panic, "We don't have to both die. If the worst should happen the other must continue the quest."

Nigel managed back a smile and said comforting her, "We made it both that far. I think we will win this brawl together sweetheart."

Angel looked sideways, "And how must we find stepping grounds before we lose our strength and fall."

Hanging from the corner of the room both could only see the limited perimeter lighted by the torches above them. Suddenly Nigel noticed a flickering incandesce inside a hollowness towards the bottom underneath his legs. It was something he didn't notice before from the panic he was in moments ago. Being the size of an entrance it was obviously lit by a torch from the flickering light rays, making his heart glow with some hope.

"Angel I think I've spotted something."

"What is it?"

"It’s a big lit entrance in the rocks just below my legs. I think I'm going to try and descend to it."

"No Nigel, I think we should try to move along the ledge till we get to the temple entrance. We have more hope then,"

"No. Let us check the lit entrance first. It may lead to something."

Angel reluctantly agreed and watched as Nigel explained, "Its only a couple of feet away. I’m going to drop myself downwards and catch on to its threshold as I come near it."

"NO!!! What if you fail and kill yourself."

Nigel gave her an assured look and said, "Trust me!!! Here goes."

Nigel lost his grip and slid making angel catch her breath in anticipation. When exactly at the threshold of the door he successfully caught it with his arms. He pulled himself up and looked at Angel who smiled back and said, "I think I will use the stone ladder."

"What?!"

Angel calmly descended the short stone ladder that was carved in the rocks till she was parallel to the door. She gave him a mocking look and giggled as she said, "Patience is a virtue Nigel."

Nigel laughed at his clumsy feat and said, "Next time I will be more carefull sweetheart. I promise."

Angel and Nigel were in a corridor lit by torches. Nigel grabbed a torch from off the wall and walked down the brief brown rock corridor. It led them to a T shape junction with two dark long paths, one to their utmost right and the other to their left. Angle gasped as her foot struck a solid figure that rested on the grounds to her right side. She jumped into Nigel's arms who asked, "What is it dear." 

They both looked downwards as the skeleton of death screamed at them, its whiteness dancing within the wake of the glowing torch. Worms with decaying flesh still covered what was left of its ribs and legs as a portion if its’ body was damaged. Angel moved her eyes away from the sight and buried her face in Nigel's embrace from the macabre sight. Another lightning bolt of terror struck them as the glyphs that were carved into the wall in front of them yelled their threats at the intruders of the premises. Nigel began reading out loud, "As soon as he smells live human flesh he will turn his clock of sand that is one day mature. His victims' pains at getting lost will entertain him, whom this maze was consecrated to his black throne that was built from human bones and ornamented with their human eyes. He sees everything and hears everything. After a day of misery he will appear to his prey in his black glory and prey on their flesh and bones to close his insatiable appetite. He will drink their blood to quench his unending thirst. If you are reading this know the black beast of the lords of evil is watching you." Angel walked up to the wall and stood reasoning, "Where are we Nigel? What has this sick old man done to us?" Her body shuddered with fear as her eyes moved over and over again at what could be waiting for them.    

Suddenly the sound of something dragging surfaced. They looked back to find a slide door closing the path they came from. Nigel ran back and attempted to stop it but was no match for the force that was closing it. Shortly afterwards nothing was heard but the crackling of the tongues of flame on the two torches in the brief corridor. Angel watched Nigel as he slowly slid to the grounds, looking at her with despair.  

He said with a shaky voice, "For the very first time I feel that I'm truly afraid." Tears surfaced in his eyes as he began to cry and collapse into panic. Angel's blue cat eyes sparkled with affection for a moment's time. But to his surprise she marched towards him, knelt down besides him and gave him a sharp smack across his face. In a seconds time another followed on his other cheek with the back of her hand making his head sway sideways. The smacks echoed within the small corridor, the smart stings forcing a loud "AAAAHHH" from him. He stared back at her unbelieving what she just did to him, her image as she stood back up and walked a distance away dancing behind the tears in his eyes. She dryly stated, "If you are the man around here and will allow yourself to collapse and weep like a child, what should a weak woman like me do? Tell me?! Get up and act like the man I know you are and we will face together what we have to face in order to get out of here." 

For a minutes time all was silent. Angel wiped the tears in her eyes sneaking a peek at Nigel from time to time. Her heart ached at the smacking she gave him. Nevertheless she was aware that her actions were spurred by her insecurity. She feared losing his strength and courage to support her in the mission. She knew they had just faced the most sinister beings any human could possibly face in the wildest worlds of fiction and fantasy. He was such a man at what he put up with and for her love and sake. But it was too risky to fall apart now. They could get massacred if this should happen. 

Deep inside Nigel knew that Angel was saying the truth. But the smacking hurt him greatly. It was bitter medicine that had just awakened him back to his senses from a lethal drop. He was the man and he was supposed to be in control. They had just gone through a lot and the pressure was heavy on both of them. He just couldn't find it in his heart not to forgive her for what she did. After all, she was concerned about their safety as much as he was. But the bitterness of the smacks needed some time to go away. It just hurt him. He didn't expect her to be so strict against a moment of feebleness that he was bound to experience sooner or later. He was so lost between his love for her and the pain of her strictness. However deep inside he knew the priority should be given to finding a way out of this terrorizing mess. They were losing time. 

As he stood up Angel ran up to him with eyes sparkling with messages of passion and opened her arms begging, "Nigel please forgive, darling please…you don't know how much I'm shaking inside…I need you by me…I was just so afraid…you are my lover and you are my only family to me…you are the only close person in the world to me…I'm just so afraid and I need you to be so strong…please forgive me."

Nigel's defenses collapsed as he felt her body between his arms. He hugged her warmly and answered, "Calm down sweet baby. I will never forsake you. We have been through a lot and the pressure of the moments is not easy on us. It's alright sweetheart. I love you and will never ever leave you alone." She leaned back a bit and rubbed the finger marks she left on his cheeks. He gave her a light kiss on her lips and said, "It takes more than this to tear us away from each other." Their lips met again passionately, warmly, his hands searched her back fervently as he caressed her lips with his. 

A powerful quaking began making gravel and rocky chips fall from the ceiling around them. They hugged each other closely as a spine-chilling mad beastly voice howled in Egyptian, "PATHETIC BEINGS. I WILL MASH YOU AND YOUR LOVE TOGETHER. STRUGGLE IN MY MAZE OF TORMENT AND SOON YOUR BONES WILL CRUSH BETWEEN MY TEETH!!!" 

Both walked back to the T junction trying to maintain as much calmness as possible. As they stood thinking as to which way to go, Nigel caught a glimpse of a knife lying besides the decaying body. He picked it up as an idea came to his mind. 

"What is it Nigel?"

He replied as he wiped it from the dust, "It must have belonged to the poor unlucky fellow. I have no intention of losing my path here. I want to be able to avoid repeating paths. He picked the torch up from the ground, took Angel by her hand and headed for the left path. 

The corridor that was approximately one hundred and seventy feet by sixteen feet resembled a horrific lengthy lion's den. The light of the torch lit the grounds that had different boney remains scattered all over them. Several rib cages with shreds of worn out human clothes still hanging from them, were still intact on their left side, but smashed on their right. They cautiously walked down the hallway, appalled by the ghoulish leftovers, their blood curdling from the thought that this may be their ending if they didn't do the maze properly. They stopped halfway across a pile of cracked human skulls. Two huge black scorpions suddenly climbed out from the top skull and began descending the pole of bones. Angel shivered and jumped back as she saw their size. Nigel removed his revolver and shot them, destroying the pile of skulls in his wake. 

Suddenly an audible thud was heard in the nearby distances. It resembled a pile of bones smashing on the floor. They both ran down the hallway and reached a right corner turn. They took it not daring to look back; the heaviness leaving loud thuds as its feet worked the rocky grounds underneath and ran after them. Another long corridor was ahead of them clothed with dense darkness. Angel stopped and screamed out loud, "But what if there was something hiding down the darkness!"

Nigel replied, "No time for buts Angel, come one!" He grabbed her and ran down the dark corridor. The loud thuds continued and grew louder by the second, giving them the impression that it was catching up with them. The corridor thundered with the footsteps of the chase. Finally an entrance in the right wall met them. They took it and went into another corridor. Suddenly they stopped, lying against the wall to their right. A dazzling total silence engulfed the entire fiendish premises. Nothing was heard but their heavy breathing and pounding hearts. "Where is it? And what was it?" Angel whispered softly, her eyes screaming with fear as she looked at Nigel for an answer. 

"I don't know." Nigel softly answered. "This goes for both of your questions."

Suddenly Nigel remembered that he forgot to carve his marks on the walls that they just left behind. "I’m going to go back and if the coast is clear I will carve a small mark on the other side of the entrance."

"Nigel please," Angel gasped and pleaded. "Let's leave it behind."

"It's probably gone off somewhere else. I can't hear anything on the other side."

Angel grabbed his hand as he slowly turned around to the other side of the entrance. He whispered back, "The coast is clear."

A rough squeaking sounded as Nigel moved his knife against the rocky surface of the entrance. As he finished his X he suddenly stopped. His spine chilled instantly. He felt as if something was standing right besides him in the close darkness. He looked around but was unable to make out anything at first, not even nearby shuffling. All of a sudden two loud thuds sounded making his heart skip a beat. The grounds shook underneath as it came into the torch's light span; the most gruesome creature he'd ever seen so far in his adventure. It was a complete skeletal, it’s upper body was the upper half of a human skeleton while the lower half was that of a bull. Its figure was massive measuring in height eight feet. Its human skull that was screaming with death looked straight at him as it raised a lengthy sword in its hands and hurled it towards him. Nigel jumped back away from the entrance and took frightened Angel by her hand and screamed "RUN!!!" However they were at an intersection again. They both stood perplexed for a second’s time, their minds racing to make a decision between going right through the new corridor or taking another entrance straight ahead of them. They hastily chose to go straight towards the entrance. 

"WHAT IS IT?!" Angel screamed as they took a left turn and ran down a new lengthy corridor, the deadly mass of bones thudding violently after them. 

Ehude felt his body hair rise in its place as he whispered back, "Not a word. Stand still." He was sure they were being watched. He quickly removed his revolver and aimed it at the ceiling. It snarled wildly back as it clawed the ceiling defying the laws of physics. Isaac yelled bitterly with terror, "Holy God!!!" as he watched its hostile face looking back at them. It suddenly dropped to its feet with a big thud, a seven foot beast, with a pale white human complexion and black fierce eyes. Remnants of Solomon's army clothes were still on its body that was covered with a thick coat of hair. It slowly walked towards them snarling repeatedly, displaying its sharp beastly teeth and fangs. Ehude tried to fire at it but the gun was jammed. Running away wasn't an option as it stood between them and the door. Ehude was paralyzed with panic. He had no idea what should be done. He and Isaac stepped back as it advanced forward. Isaac's mind snapped with an idea. He quickly snatched a shot and retrieved a volume of sedative from his pocket as his soul raged with hysterical fear. The beast watched the doctor as he stabbed the shot in the closed plastic container and sucked its liquid into the shot. Suddenly it attacked Isaac aiming at his neck making him scream with fear. The ward door rattled for a couple of seconds in its place as the hospital staff attempted to open it. Isaac successfully dipped the shot in his arm and released the content of the shot. The beast drew panicking Isaac towards him while Ehude attacked him with his full strength. A powerful shove from his adversary hurled him to the floor. Isaac wailed wildly as the beast's jaws moved towards his neck. Another series of rattling shook the jammed door. Suddenly the beast wavered in his place, his grip lightning on the doctor’s arm. Ehude helped Isaac move away as their assailant fell to his knees. Suddenly rounds were fired shattering the door and hurling it open. Two armed soldiers and a nurse stormed in. They gasped as the beast went out cold. 

*****

The gigantic army of one hundred thousand Egyptian soldiers stood on the beach of Hurghada waiting for Ramses's orders to begin their departure out of Egypt. Ramses stood amongst the multitude of rallying soldiers praying in front of the blue waters for a miracle to happen. He announced looking at the skies up above, "Hail God of the Holy Ankh whom helped me conquer my enemies and save Egypt from the evil shrewdness of Setekh, grant me and my army a bridge to cross over the seas and fight for our rightful throne. My adversaries seek ill of my lands and the dispassion of the humans, whom slumber in their infidelity towards you, have heaved upon our worlds evil and its' allies once again. Although I never knew you before you showered me and my nation with your mercies for you are a kind and loving God. I beseech you to grant me and my people the vessel we need to repress evil once again." Hail cries soared through the shores as the gigantic army screamed with a one man's voice, "Hail God of the Holy Ankh! Hail God of the Holy Sunrise!"

A massive earthquake began on the shores. The seas in front of them filled with huge ripples as a schism broke dividing the grounds they stood on in half. The grounds trembled and the skies filled with the spine chilling thunders of the waves as they filled the growing schism. The opening deepened inshore forming the shape of a small gulf, thick clouds of mist rising from the face of its waters. Within a minute’s time the trembling stopped and the small body of sea boiled like water in a pot. The surface of the waters filled with bubbles as the waves towered in height from the energy of the heat. Suddenly colossal amounts of lava spilled out from the unfathomable bottoms and gushed through the small gulf gradually spreading towards the sea. The Egyptian army waited patiently as the lava cooled down and traveled deeper into the blue oceans heaving more thick clouds of mist into the air. Gradually the sweltering hot molten rock settled down and solidified from the surrounding wet coolness forming into earth in front of them. As what nature would need eons to do was ready within minutes to connect them into Sinai, its farther molten material still spreading deeper into the horizons, Ramses cried out, "Advance men!!!"

The enormous army treaded the wide solid bridge screaming, "Hail God of the Holy Sunrise," as bursts of mist drifted across the face of the blue waters. One hundred thousand soldiers that were firm believers in the power of the Holy Ankh and its’ God with their horses and chariots treaded the newly formed earth legion after legion towards Sinai to face the growing evil in the modern world. Shortly a depression began taking form fed by the vapors. Powerful lightning and thunders in the skies heaved their rainfall on the migration.  

*****

Sarah stood at a distance watching the sleeping beast behind the wall of thick steel bars in prison cell number thirteen of Eilat's army base. The cell was double fortified with three additional steel bars crossing its’ entrance horizontally, and high voltage electrical currents traveling through the steel wall of bars. Five well built soldiers stood with their automatics on guard surrounding the deadly cell, with orders to kill upon the slightest misdemeanor of their captive.  

Three hours had passed since his slumber began. His image sleeping on the grounds, tied in steel chains that were secured to the three concrete walls surrounding him, blurred behind the tears that swept down her eyes. She can still remember his sweet proposal to her just moments before the incident occurred at sea, as he knelt down on his knees like a pure gentleman with a red rose in his hand, softly saying, "I want you to be my fiancé sweet Sarah. Ever since I knew you and my life turned into sweet heavens. My heart never ceases to pump with life every time I look into your sweet sexy green eyes. Will you be my fiancé?"

"Yes she said. Yes Solomon." His tall handsome build moved superb womanly feelings inside her. His abundant black hair, black eyes and broad muscular shoulders, his white complexion that gleamed with youngness; she hugged him passionately afterwards. Despite being thirty and older than him in three years the huge amount of love they harbored for each other just made the age gap seem so small to be a barrier in their relationship. Would he be cured of this present menace? Would she be able to see him again? 

A wave of pain flashed through her breast as she knew the hopeless answers. No medical cure lied but God's mercy to his problem. Doctor Isaac told her that his young complexion was totally changed to some beastly inhuman image. But Solomon still has to be alive inside him. It’s the same heart and beautiful mind; it's probably just clothed with some ghastly entity. Just one more look at him won't hurt; just a farewell look won't be of harm. Within her pains she ordered, "Open the door soldier."

The soldiers surrounding her looked back with surprise. One of them answered, "Ma'am I'm sorry but Brigadier Ehude ordered…"

She snapped back, "I don't care what Brigadier Ehude ordered. Just open the door and close it back behind me once I step in."

"Ma'am, I'm sorry, I'm unable to comply!"

"Then don't you dare obstruct my path." She clutched the high voltage lever that laid a short distance away from the entrance and pulled it down. A siren soared through the premises. The beast awoke, rattling the chains that held him. The soldiers looked at him with fear as the clattering reverberated from inside the cell. She clutched the handles of the bars and moved them to the right, one after the other, till only a turn of a key rested between her and her fiancé. She ordered firmly as the sirens increased in volume, echoing through the empty prison cells, "Give me the key soldier!" The tall young man looked back at her totally perplexed between refusing the command of a superior officer or complying. In seconds she screamed back, "Soldier give me the keys now!" All four soldiers looked with deep tension as Sarah took the keys and turned the lock. They shivered as she opened the heavy door, its' hinges squeaking, their automatics aimed at the creature that battled with his chains. The lights of the cell placed her in full view as she stood at the entrance. The soldier that gave her the keys blurted out with a panicky voice as he closed back the door quickly with a loud slam, "Our orders are to blow this cell to kingdom come if our prisoner is loose! That door will just not open back up till everybody in the cell is sodomized ma'm! Are you aware of this?!"

She looked at the beast and said silently, "Till death do us part. Activate the security soldier."

Within seconds the bars were sliding back in their place and the high voltage was running through the cell silencing the alarms. The corridor of the cells suddenly boomed with loud thuds as Brigadier Ehude and Doctor Isaac with ten soldiers came running towards the cells. Ehude screamed at the soldiers on duty, "WHAT THE HELL IS GIONG ON!!!" 

The soldiers saluted the Brigadier and said, "Major Sarah insisted on breaking your orders sir and ordered us to grant her access to the cell."

Ehude snapped back, his face blazing with madness, as he looked at Sarah approach the beast who was restlessly toiling to break free from the chains. "YOUR ORDERS WERE CLEAR SOLDIER!!!"

The soldier shook from the anger of the Brigadier as he replied, "Sir I just got confused as she refused to comply with your orders sir. She personally cut down the voltage and entered on her own risk sir."

"SARAH WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING. COME BACK!!!" Ehude's voice thundered through the cells.

Doctor Isaac screamed back, "Daughter don't do this! He is no longer human! Please come back!"

Sarah looked back at Ehude and Isaac for a couple of seconds then ignored their warnings completely. Despite the two gentlemens advanced age and experience in life they stood watching the brave women with no clue as to what could be done. She headed towards Solomon slowly and carefully as he toiled with his binding steel. He released a roar from time to time annoyed from his captivity. She stopped under a light that placed her in full view. He stopped his thrashing about and looked at her. A chill raced down her spine as she looked at his extra ordinary gigantic seven foot build, the thick patches of fur that partly covered his once handsome face and that filled his body, the long beastly claws that spurred from his hairy fingers and toes, his heavy breathing that spurred a soft current making strains of hair on her head sway with it; his entire appearance was just so shocking. She hated to admit it at first but doctor Isacc's words were true. 

The beast hurled a menacing frown towards her and pulled at the chains once again. Ehude yelled out a warning again, "Sarah you are too near. We won't be able to do anything if you are in danger."

"And leave him to die! It’s worth a try!"

The beast gasped as he heard her voice. He calmly looked at her with a blank expression as she said in a calm voice, "Solomon. Don't you remember me? Solomon its Sarah, your Sarah that you love." She knelt before him savoring some comfort at his silence, "Yes its' me Solomon. I know you can remember me."

Ehude's heart thundered with panic as he saw her kneel down and approach him more. He ordered sternly , "If she so much as says ouch, aim directly and fire at him."

The soldiers aimed their weapons towards him in anticipation of any emergency as Sarah stretched out her arm and touched his furry hands. The beast looked at her gently, his eyes suddenly filling with softness and warmth. 

"Don't you remember my gentle touch, how my skin feels against yours' Solomon. I knew you would remember me."

He released a rough growl as she patted his hand. He raised his other hand and placed it on top of hers'. Sarah's heart skipped a bit as she saw the tears come to his eyes. She knew he was in pain. 

Solomon's body was bound by iron chains and his soul was bound by viciousness and hunger for blood and violence. Suddenly his body rocked with the will to free itself of its strong bondage. A horrid voice sounded in his mind, "She is human. Kill her. Don't spare her…kill Solomon…kill her…" He resisted it and closed his eyes but it just kept running through his mind like an automated message. His body released spasms and his chains rocked with his thrashing. Sarah jumped back startled from the scene as a shower of bullets struck different areas of his arms. He roared with pain as the bullets tore at his flesh. The pain made him rattle the chains more powerfully making them break off the wall. Sarah screamed, "STOP!!!" as she jumped between him and the soldiers. The soldiers eyed with fear the beast stand fully erect behind her, his arms bleeding from the shots. Ehude screamed, "SARAH LOOK OUT!!!"

Sarah looked back with horror at Solomon whom was walking towards her. She moved away from his path as he released husky moans and covered his wounds with his arms. Drops of blood trickled down from his body massively. Ehude panicked and ordered, "Shoot!" Another wild wave of bullets tore out making Solomon dance and roar wildly in his place. Sarah begged hysterically, "STOP PLEASE YOUR HURTING HIM!!!" Solomon fell to his knees and looked up at Sarah. He managed in a human feeble voice, "It told me to hurt you…but I couldn't…" He fell down lifeless on the grounds. Sarah released an anguished yell and hurried up to him. She knelt in despair crying hysterically at the bloody sight. She screamed from the depths of her soul, "Are you happy now!!! He is dead!!!" her crying thundered through the prison cells as she hovered over him. 

The cell door opened. Ehude and Isaac slowly entered followed by the soldiers whom circled the sight. Isaac knelt besides her calmly, touching her shuddering shoulders with his old senile hands, "I'm sorry Sarah. There was nothing else we could do. We thought he was going to hurt you."

She looked towards the ceiling lamenting, her abundant tears trickling down her face and dropping on the body underneath her, "Dear God I only need your sympathy with me. Please God give him back to me!!! Please!!! Have mercy on me!!!" 

Ehude walked up to them unable to fight back his tears. He wiped the wetness off his face with the back of his hands and whispered in Isaac's ear, "Leave them alone for now."

As the cells echoed with Sarah's grievances Isaac decided to heed Ehude's request. He was about to stand up when a sudden inner tuition made him look back at Solomon. Sarah hadn't noticed what was happening from the despair that was clouding her soul and mind. Something was going on. Isaac looked with wonder as the hostile features gradually diminished from the young man. His fur completely disappeared and his claws fell off his hands. His body gradually returned to its normal size. His chest began to incredibly move with breath. "Sarah move away from the body."

"Just leave me alone doctor."

Isaac picked up one of his arms. The human skin of his wrist twitched with pulse as he felt it. He exclaimed with hope, "Sarah your prayers have been answered. Our Mighty God must have heard you. Just look at Solomon!"

Sarah's eyes widened with surprise. She gasped as she looked at the body. 

Isaac blurted out excitedly, "This is a miracle; and he still has pulse. Soldiers move him to med center quickly. We have to operate quickly."

*****

MONDAY 15TH OF AUGUST 

THE WHITE HOUSE, USA

Tension filled the diplomatic world as news of the paranormal activities flashed like a lightning bolt from the Middle East across Europe, and settled finally in the White House. President Helen Evergreen sat behind her bureau astounded by the calls that informed her of the situations. Tides of uncertainty thundered through her as she picked up the telephone and ordered Sue her secretary, "Don't let anyone in my office for the next half an hour till my guests arrive. I just want to relax a little bit."

"Yes Madame President," said the obedient young voice as she closed the telephone. 

"What is going on?" she asked herself. "Who is responsible for releasing this hell on Earth? Was it a cult? And what about the two gigantic sinister armies that are heading towards Sinai to clash with their very conventional weapons?" Her spine chilled from the incidents. "And to top her fears, the confrontation with the vampire and the military crew on duty in Eilat that almost succeeded in transforming the victim of the happening into a similar replica of the assailant." These things were supposed to be happening in cine films only.    

Contrasting superbly with her fears were the semi relaxing feelings that would calm her down when she would look at the clock and see its' advancing hands move her closer to the meeting with her guests. Cardinal Joseph Leaves, The Pope's Ambassador to her country, Sheikh Zaher Al-As'ad Dean of Egypt's famous Islamic Azhar University, and Rabbi Ariel Aaron Professor of Judaism and Philosophy at New York's Good Faith University were due in a short while. Being successful personalities and holding sensitive posts in the world of monotheism, big hope lied with their religious experience and theological knowledge of the scriptures. At least for sure they would relieve her of the lethal solution General Thompson proposed in their telephone call moments ago. The A bomb certainly wasn't an option on her agenda. It solves a problem but opens a series of others' within the devastation it causes. What would become of the human beings in the surrounding areas after the explosion? The general couldn't give her any safety guarantee for the people in the neighboring cities. Not everything to her was measured through military success but success remained in how effective and damage free the resolve was.

"Mother of all crises should a military personality hold a diplomatic post or run against ethics and decency," She thought. The general came to her mind at these words. The last of the reports GBI gave her about him was his travel to the Middle East to pursue some treasure; and what the GBI found out about his connections was totally incredible. The late Senator Richard Browning, Daniela Charles, Jennifer Redford, Jeffery Tailor, Anthony Fleming, and Leonardo Milano, were all big names owning companies and big bank accounts. However suspicious dark operations lurked very close to them. Drug trafficking, black market operations, and tax fraud were some of their upcoming worries once GBI finishes gathering the evidence against them. At her knowledge of their criminal activities she personally swore that their licking will be enough to make them spend the rest of their lives in the slammer. If it is something she hates, its betrayal and disloyalty. 

The organization, the general and the late senator were all of the same type and their loyalty was not for their country but for their private interests. They polluted their society with poisons, stole money away from their tax dues depriving their society of income that would have been spent on their state’s welfare, and unrightfully conducted trade on stolen antiques worth fortunes. What was next on their list? God forbid that they be rendered any longer in society to add any further felonies to their criminal achievements. Why don't people want to make money the decent way? Probably taking those people to court for their doings won't solve the entire crime problems of the US but as long as she was in office it was her duty to do the best she could to keep her society as clean as possible. 

Helen took off her high heels and gave a sigh of relief as she enjoyed the softness of the thick furry carpet underneath her feet. The rims of her high heels that she wore since the early morning hours left soft marks just above her toes and around the back of her ankles. She leaned back in her seat savoring some comfort and relaxation after her long day at work. Don't nation leaders get tired like the rest of the human beings from their full agendas and work behind their offices. Nine till five for her was understating the burdens on her shoulders. Its' not like after five she would close her office and retire home, leaving any unfinished ends till tomorrow. She was the president of the United States of America in her office and outside of the white house, whether she was enjoying a cup of tea with her mother whom she visited in Brooklyn at times or when off on some entertainment while trying to balance out her work pressure like she would do sometimes. It was a reality that has been attached to her 24/7 for two successful terms and will be the new reality of the upcoming counterpart whom she hoped will be an efficient person that will carry her nation into more success in the future. Suddenly her telephone rang. She answered, "Yes."

"Madame President your guests have just arrived."

She answered as she quickly wore back her high heels and stood up, "Please let them in."

She walked to the door that connected her to her secretary's office with a warm smile, her attractiveness beaming from the chic light blue dress she wore as Sue hospitably ushered the religious figures in. She welcomed them and walked them to the couch set saying, "A thousand pardons for my very quick invitation but I hope the details I had to give you on the phone will plead for this unannounced conference." 

All three sat down with obvious unsuccessful attempts to smile back at her hospitable welcome. The Rabbi's expression's informed his on looker that he was aloft in another world. It wasn't hard for her to know that the men in front of her had a lot going on in their minds just from the first glance at them. 

Cardinal Joseph Leaves was a very spiritual person with a calm disposition at sixty years of age. He was a thin fellow with average height although his black clergy wear veiled his figure somewhat. He had a heart shaped face with obvious old age wrinkles at the edge of his black eyes, the sides of his mouth and on the top of his hands. The showing areas around his pink cap that he wore on his bald head shined superbly underneath the office chandeliers contrasting with his tan complexion. He was the first to answer back Helen, "Madame President I'm enchanted greatly to be in your office again."

Sheikh Zaher Al-As'ad was a short chubby fellow at fifty five years of age. He had a circular face with a white complexion and blue eyes implying to the viewer a Caucasian decent. A very pacified expression characterized his normal facial features as he looked back at Helen with his chubby cheeks and calm disposition. He was clothed in a beige tunic. A white turban wrapped the top of his head and that was commonly worn by the Muslim religious figures. He spoke with excellent English to his host, "When his Excellency Omar Sidki asked my university to call me in from my vacation to your council, I was extremely elated with the invitation Madame President. The religious forum I am attending currently in D.C. will definitely not keep me from your conference."

Helen asked with interest, "You speak English like a pure American Mr. Zaher."

"Yes ma'am. My mother is a retired American archeologist currently living in Egypt with my father. My father was an employee at the Ministry of Tourism when he met my mother at an excavation expedition in Cairo. It just happened. Within less than a month they married."

Helen replied courteously, "Love knows no boundaries, race or color."

Rabbi Moses Cohen suddenly snapped involuntarily, "That is it!"

Helen jumped in her place as the other two guests looked at him with surprise. The man with an oval aged face, grey hair reflecting his advanced seventy years and shaky bony hands that were clutched on his walking stick that rested between his knees, commented with a wavering voice, "A powerful dose of true love that is enough to penetrate through man's cruelty and hatred, and combine us regardless of race or religion together with the love and compassion that we are losing from our hearts. I'm sorry daughter for my abrupt intrusion but ever since you told me the reports of what has happened in Israel and the rest of the surrounding states and I have thought restlessly about what might have been the causes."

Helen's eyes bounced between the three gentlemen as they sat silently contemplating the Rabbi's words. She asked, "I'm extremely troubled about the reports. Had they been channeled to me through any other source I wouldn't have believed them, but the nation heads have contacted me with concerns. I didn't know who else to turn to as this is not a problem I felt I could tackle through my usual authorities."

Cardinal Leaves looked at the Rabbi and said, "Rabbi Moses your words are true. Our churches are a lot of times rendered empty even on Sundays and sin is very widespread these days in our world."

Sheikh Zaher agreed, "I fear our Lord is greatly upset because of the lack of faith and love in our human hearts. War is erupting everywhere in our globe. Greed for money has infested our hearts instead of our will to love and sacrifice. As we continue to solve our problems through aggressiveness rather than compromise and love, our Lord will never be satisfied with his subjects."

The Rabbi looked at the President, "Being human beings means mistakes are bound to be committed. Our history and scriptures have taught us that when our God would be angry with us for our trespasses as humans, a lot of times his fairness willed that we would be surrendered into our enemies' hands. Fine ancient examples are our bondage for four hundred years in Egypt that came after the great famine years and our captivation by the Babylonians. Our God is a very just God but there is a reason why he goes angry and disciplines us. Now I'm not saying that it was his intension to cause the fiendish activities that you told us about."

Helen asked perplexed, "Explain to me more."

The Cardinal explained, "Well it is enough that our Lord withdraws his blessings and The Holy Ghost from our Lives and communities. Then our lives would be rendered without any true Sanctity."

"Without God's blessing in our lives and His sanctity, we would be left without his protection." Sheikh Zaher looked with concern at the assembly and continued his comments, "I fear we need to inform our parishes of what is going on…"

"And announce a day of prayer in our respective worship houses. Our churches have always encouraged our people to do so."

"Although we will need at least four days for our cables to effectively reach all our Synagogues it is a step we have to take."

"I can only imagine that this wonderful day of united prayer will move our God's compassionate heart towards us again. It has always been my wish for a united global prayer day involving all our mosques together around the Muslim world; and now we have an opportunity to do so with the rest of the monotheistic faiths. This is unsurpassed in the history of mankind."

The Cardinal looked at Helen and asked, "Our Pope will issue a declaration to all our parishes, calls to our international community, and all our warring nations that violence has to stop and cease at least on that particular day of national prayer."

Helen looked with concern at the three religious figures' suggestion and sat silently in her place for a moment's time. "What they are saying is correct. Without a joint act of faith such as a national day of prayer, there present predicament will never end. She spoke, "I will draft the announcement immediately. When do you propose this to happen?"

The Cardinal smiled back at the Rabbi and said, "I foresee it coming in five days, on next Saturday evening."

Helen replied contently, "Saturday is sacred in all our faiths."

Sheikh Zaher explained, "Saturday in Arabic is pronounced "Sabt" which is derived from a root word meaning stillness. That is why the seventh day of the weak when our God finished his creations is called "SABT"

"Splendid day for joint prayers," replied the Rabbi contently. "Our God declared this day as the holiest day of the week in our Bible as well; and its evening time according to our ancient calendars, is counted as the beginning of Sunday which is a blessed day for the Christian faith. That is why Easter Sunday Mass is preformed Saturday Evening."

Cardinal Leaves asked, "Madame President, after your permission, next Saturday at six in the evening D.C. time, joint prayers will be available to the seekers of spiritual asylum of our faiths."

By Marcelle Mansour

The “Palestine at a Crossroads Conference” – Forum of Middle East Affairs- was held on Thursday 25 June 2015, at the New South Wales Parliament House, the Theatrette. The seminar was attended by Mr. Ahmad Farid Vice Consul of the Arab Republic of Egypt in Australia, and a diverse selection of elite in politics and journalism, culture, arts and business areas.

The Hon Shaoquett Moslemane MLC chaired the Seminar that included fives speeches delivered by five guest speakers as follows:

Professor Emeritus Stuart Rees, The University of Sydney - “The Power of Language in the Palestinian Political Struggle for a homeland.” . Associate Professor Dr Peter Slezak, The University of New South Wales -“The comparative analysis of Palestinian and Jewish rights – or claimed rights to a homeland.” .  Former Associate Professor Ahmad Shboul AM, The University of Sydney - “The Inter-Arab Crisis and its Impact on the Palestine Cause.”.   H.E. Ali Kazak, Former Ambassador and Head of Delegation (Palestine) - “Is a Two State Solution still possible?”  Mr Tony Sabella, Journalist -“The role of the Palestinian Diaspora in the Palestinian Cause.”

The Forum was very successful. It interestingly addressed various topics and covered critical analysis. All the participant speakers received “Certificates of Appreciations” by The Hon Shaoquett Moslemane MLC.  Congratulations to all and sincere thank you goes to all the guest speakers and attendees in general.  Warm thanks go - in particular - to the Chair Hon Shaoquett Moslemane MLC who organised and hosted this important event, and for being always of a great support to the Palestininan cause.

"Blessed indeed is the man who hears many gentle voices call him father!" (Lydia M. Child, U.S. Author)  

Canadians observe Father’s Day on the third Sunday of June. It is a day for people to show their appreciation for fathers, grandfathers, godfathers and fatherly figures. Father figures may include stepfathers, fathers-in-law, guardians, foster parent, and family friends. 

Hopefully, all men will have the blessed grace of being fathers. Being a father is a heavenly endowment, a great satisfaction, and a fulfilling Godly obligation as the Holy Bible teaches us: "Genesis 1:28 "God blessed them. God said to them, “Be fruitful, multiply, fill the earth, and subdue it."

Almighty God has blessed both parents, fathers and mothers and recommended that they be honored, respected, cared for, and obeyed by their children. God's fifth commandment delineates this heavenly obligation and duty: ""Honor your father and your mother, that your days may be long in the land which The Lord your God gives you." (Exodus 20:12 )

God is our Holy Father, and we all, men and women, are His beloved children. Fathers on Earth are God's servants who are entrusted by Him to safeguard, raise, embrace, support, provide and teach their children. Meanwhile fathers are required to carry their holy duties in raising their children in the fear of God, with the best of their knowledge, all their resource and means, full devotion and with all required sacrifices. 

Fathers are the cornerstone of their families upon which children depend, learn, nurture, hold fast and shape their lives. Caring, devoted and righteous fathers are always given a hand by God and blessed for their rearing and erection of boundaries. Today we are celebrating "Fathers' Day", with all those who cherish fathers, appreciate their sacrifices and honor their Godly role. Best wishes to all fathers hoping they will be shown today all the due gratitude from their sons and daughters. On this very special day our deceased fathers' and mothers' spirits are roaming around sharing with us our joy and happiness, God bless their souls. 

Attitudes of gratitude or ingratitude towards fathers on Fathers' Day, are very sensitive issues that affect and touch the hearts and minds of many people. These two contradicting attitudes exhibit how much a person is either appreciative or ungrateful. The majority of people hold on dear to their fathers and do all that they can to always show them their great and deeply felt gratitude, while sadly there are those odd ones out who show no gratitude, abandon them and even at times endeavour to ruin their lives and inflict harm and pain on them. By doing so and negating God's commandments that stress an utmost respect for parents, these people make themselves enemies of Christ Himself. Definitely God will be angry about such condemned conduct. This deviation from all human norms occur because of ignorance, selfishness, lack of faith and hope. These people fall into temptation, become proud of what they should be ashamed of, worship things that belong to this world and forget all about "Judgment Day".

Colossians 3/20: "Children, obey your parents in everything, for this pleases the Lord". 

Leviticus 20/09: "For anyone who curses his father or his mother shall surely be put to death; he has cursed his father or his mother; his blood is upon him" 

Fathers no matter what must be loved, honored, dignified and respected. God Himself is a Father and He will not bless those who deny their fathers' heavenly right of fatherhood and respect. In this context, Billy Graham says: "A good father is one of the most unsung, unpraised, unnoticed, and yet one of the most valuable assets in our society." The Holy Bible in tens of its verses warns and puts on notice all those with callous hearts and numbed conscience who show no gratitude to their fathers and break their hearts. 

Isaiah 46:4: "Even to your old age I am he, and to gray hairs I will carry you. I have made, and I will bear; I will carry and will save."

Even when fathers are abandoned by their children and denied their heavenly rights, they never ever hold any grudges, feelings of hatred or hostility against them. No matter what, fathers always wish their children health, prosperity and success. One of our Lebanese deeply rooted sayings portray how fathers constantly feel towards their ungrateful children: " My heart beats for my son no matter what, while my son's heart is callous like a rock". Many verses in the Holy Bible overtly call on the children to treat their parents with love, endurance, affection and utmost care. At the same time the Bible instructs parents to value the Godly delegation to them to raise their children with all means of righteous, protection and provision.

Proverbs 23/22: "Listen to your father who gave you life, and do not despise your mother when she is old". 

Ephesians 06/01-02: "Children, it is your Christian duty to obey your parents, for this is the right thing to do. Respect your father and mother is the first commandment that has a promise added: so that all may go well with you, and you may live a long time in the land".

Many grown-up men and women do not appreciate their parents' sacrifices unless they themselves have become parents. Back home in Lebanon where the family has always been sacred, we have a saying that shows how important it is in the eyes of the God that parents are always to be respected, honored and loved. "God will not bless or facilitate the life of those who mistreat their parents and He will reply to the parents' wrath when they ask for punishment for their ungrateful children". Good, loving , faithful and God-fearing fathers know no hatred, grudges or despair. They remain, always, hopeful and keep on praying to Almighty God that their children, (grateful or ungrateful ) are constantly healthy, prosperous, happy, and successful . 

Philippians 04/04-07: "May you always be joyful in your union with the Lord. I say it again: rejoice! Show a gentle attitude toward everyone. The Lord is coming soon. Don't worry about anything, but in all your prayers ask God for what you need, always asking him with a thankful heart. And God's peace, which is far beyond human understanding, will keep your hearts and minds safe in union with Christ Jesus.". 

Happy Fathers' Day to all Fathers. 

By Marcelle Mansour

It was pleasure to attend the Australian Middle East Media Group (AMEmedia), proudly held the 4th Annual Gala Dinner on the 19th of June at the Bellevue Reception, Bankstown.  In the presence of the Hon Bill Shorton –MP Leader of the Opposition; Senator the Hon Concetta Fierrvanti-Wells presenting, the message of the Prime Minister of Australia the Hon Tony Abbott; Dr Geoff Lee MP, Representative of the Premier of NSW the Hon Mike Bird; The Hon Shaoqett Moslemane MLC and His Excellency Mr Milad Road –Charge D’Affairs a.i.of the Embassy of Lebanon to Australia & representing the Arabic ambassadors council in Australia.

The MC was Mrs Naomi Tsvirko Editor –in- Chief of ElTelegraph Weekend; the Arabic keynote speaker was Mr Antoine Kazzi Editor -in- Chief of El-Telegraph newspaper and English keynote speaker was Mr Barry Barakat Advisor at AMEmedia. Mr Joe Rizk CEO of the Arab Bank Australia was the (Major Sponsor) and the music was played by the composer Mr Alex Hadchiei. Not to forget the Gala Dinner was highlighted by the entertainment of Al-Dababir comedy show that made the audience laugh time. 

(AMEmedia) is represented by El-Telegraph newspaper, Al Anwar newspaper, Anoujoum magazine, the Middle East Online and the newly launched English “etw” El telegraph weekend. This is in addition to their partnership alliance with “national News Agency –Labanon”and the “Press Club Lebanon”

 According to the Chairman Mr Wally Wehbe, (AMEmedia) proved to hold the leading position with a solid track record within the ethnic media industry: “We are the number one Middle Easteren ethnic media provider in the Australian market”. “Since the launch of our range of newspapers, magazines and websites, we continue to be the dominant player in the Middle Eastern news market in Australia, as well as being one of the leading groups in reporting Australian news internationally.” Chairman Mr Wally Wehbe stated in the text of his annual message.

The 4th Annual Gala Dinner was highly successful. It was attended by a massive crowd of various Australian community members, colleagues and friends where all had the pleasure to meet and chat on the occasion.