Rabinas eventually signed off his presence; it was a devilish mark that he was over here, on guard duty of his so-called colony "the earth". When warning signals read as a threat could at any time make room for the eye of the reason to equip oneself quite well and above all to know how to behave in the face of Martian leverage. It is not always evident that vigilance is two thirds of courage, since going overboard adventurously and defiantly makes up the enigma of motherly disobedience before anyone else. What matters most is the soldier like curiosity when tinged with the obligation of result.
Nothing slipped Afellan's memory in terms of the Red Mercury. The Red Mercury that enclosed itself or preferably had been enclosed in the chest next to the victim child for ages and ages meant only to tantalize the emancipated cells of the right brain. Interchangeably, enclosing would not have been that order-spelt confinement if emancipation had not abided by the submissive messages of the nails. The chest with iron or brass nails is, by all means, a crime against the inception of humanity, owing to the manifestation that a sweeping minority of the desert dwellers still endorse the phantasmagoria of freedom, possessiveness and identity.
Is it an eye for an eye or a tooth for a tooth? Is it the law of retaliation? could it be so between a human from the Below versus a divine from Above. I endorse the truth seeker, the new reclaimer, a human like me, like my disfigured history and entity. They used to tell us that we ourselves possess the earth, yet the bitter is that it is colonized by Mars. They used to tell us that we ourselves control our destiny, yet nothing of the kind, particularly when we discover that childhood was weaned off abruptly. It is in the name of perpetuating matriarchy, asphyxiated in the name of immortalizing a queen as much she served others as she catastrophized the intimate world of the Touareg.
No left room for male children to rule one day, is it due to Tin Hinan's arrogance, selfishness or tyranny? or all of them. My limbs are trembling with fear, I feel something chilly running on my spine. Something burning along my line. Help…!! Help…..!! Tin Hinan is not a mere woman who did this or that, she is an extension of oddities, a generator of resilience and neutralization. "The woman sits waiting for the drumbeat that opens the dawn and says life hangs by a thread, when the courtyard opens, he understands all." Densely poetic enunciation by the Touareg Souéloum Diagho who has brought forth a feminine revelation where absorbing rhythm and light ought to be channeled through poise and charm.
On the other side of the sphere, the raucous sound and the mercurial rays never agitated the camel but worried Afellan slightly because the back of his mind was ready to win the bout. Was it a boxing match against the airy? Against the occult? Against a force not yet seen? A force that inflicted, then it spiraled upwards. How scenic the upward spiral is !! Rather, it is not a literal warfare to be sparked off, but a linguistic mentalism, instead, whose import is to raise the creative and interpretive mind to all the more down-to-earth phase.
Only nature wonders, should Afellan fall in the trap of combatting an illusion? an enemy not like any other, still not shaped, thus contempt and derision are effectively along their way. We humans, we need to uncouple ourselves from ourselves since we can not accept what belongs to us, let alone what makes part of somebody else set out to stamp their foot on the brink of the impossible. To be or not to be that's the veneer of the question …that's flaking off !!
Unfortunately or otherwise, the Touareg of Tamanrasset are culturally and socially accustomed to taking things for granted, or rather they take things at face value. Tell me why…? The more they get closer to nature, the more they become innocent and often naïve. Nature elements are not to be flirted, tamed or glorified. It is our duty, however, to criticize nature, to put it under the anvil to take out the bowels, to analyze the genes, to investigate the archives. It can be held liable for erupting the volcano, stirring the sandstorm that confuses the eyes and bitterizes the tongues. In all cases, man like nature urgently needs from time to time an outlet, an escape from the constraints exercised by the turmoil and the turbulence they go through. When experiencing such state meaning that they are enjoying a healthy state since the peak of liberation and creativity materializes, notably when the desire to move ahead prevails over flourishingly against all the forces of discouragement, backwardness and obscurantism.
It is high time for nature to appear in court, she can appoint barristers whenever she likes, her right to defend herself is guaranteed by the law of nature. All the fans must gather outside to await the verdict of heavens. Mars can not be included in such stuff, can not be sued in the a court, it is not an eyewitness, it is a first-hand guilty that has something to lean on, something that enhances its interests over all. Nature against nature. How dare you contradict the order…!?
The thinking mind nature disposes falls short of human high expectations because as we wait for her to rise, we end up with hypnotic terms nothing but a moment of confession to come to terms with what we've done. Stop conniving…!! We… is a sheer pretension…We…is a mere undulation…!! She… is a leftover mine of femininity…!! by the end of the day I am a naughty reversed filament crucified on the retina.
Nature remains different from earth, the former appeals to the missing poets, to the short-lived passers-by. The latter holds the truth of the matter, interacts with the nucleus to get away from all attempts to baptize or generally religionize what goes beyond the positive vista of the protons. Terrific is the upheaval of the electrons!! Without which neither nature nor earth can deliver an orderly pattern. Patterning, furthermore, has transcended the threshold of orderliness to make adequate room for a beautiful mess, for an enticing review.
High is the time to attend an upside down turn for our life, everything gets started from outside. The outdoors skins off the accumulated dirt of the indoors, the outdoors determines the fate of the indoors or vice versa…who knows ?…may be…?! Normally, It ought to be applied to that rebel…Who is Afellan? He was a 29-year old Touareg youth, who, by chance of a hard dream, found out that what belonged to Tamanrasset was only complexities, concealments, phobias, alarming traditions and worst of all silent satisfaction.
Seemingly, they know in-depth that Mars teleguides the earth, they wrap up the truth from Afellan. Only two do they know that Tin Hinan was an active partner with Rabinas. Partnership is not an arm, on the dinner table, stretched out to hand a handful of spices. It is, instead, an accomplice whose mouth is dribbling at the sight of any metal red. The red is the slow revolution of the blood, it is the springboard for all Martian conquest. Watch out…!! Rise up your eyes…deadly comets may trigger God's wrath….God's conniving attitude.
As the days in the open desert drew out, Afellan slackened up his pace because the Sahara never steeps or steeped. Over there the hump of the camel holds Mars and Earth holds Afellan, holds everything you can not imagine. It is the reliable back on which half the war is waged and hopefully gained in spite of the fuss the sand fox made. Wherever we go harassment follows up our trails. Because hardly did the sand fox track down a camel. Humans are in danger… humans are the danger…
Almost along the way, the orange sand fox kept trailing the camel traces, struggling to smell some virility he lacked, among the kingdom of animals. Helas…!! All differs …yet resemblance blinds the inside…How come…!!
Such fox trailing for long distances had teased Afellan so much in a sense that he provoked his curiosity to know why such wild predator had been following him. In a solemn manner, Afellan pulled on both reins to stop the camel and start a conversation with the weird fox.
'You bizarre fox!! Why have you been following me?'
'Does it disturb you?'
'Absolutely yes…!'
'No one has ever told you to be in the front.'
'How dare you say that…!?'
'The wild belongs to us, queer, not to somebody else, understood!!'
Shortly after constant teasing and gratuitous provocation, descended Afellan from above the back of the camel with a tinge of anger on his face.
'Who sent you to me, who?'
'I don't believe yet in the theory of conspiracy.
'Do you mock me?'
'Our skins are orange, aren't they? Orange is the germination of red.'
'What do you mean, exactly?'
'I am as clear as crystal.'
'You seem to watch my movements, don't you?
'I am on a mission.
'Mission !!..Which mission…???
'I do what I am charged with.'
'I was pretty sure that you work with a certain body. Who do you work with…who….??'
'Something I can not divulgate…'
'Orange is the germination of red. Such items do evoke in me a hard matter, as red is the sweeping empire of planetary entanglement.'
'It is none of the planetary entanglement. Earth is not a planet…earth is a dominion…?'
Those late words made Afellan stand still in his spot overwhelmed by an entire stupefaction. He has already sensed that the fox was deliberately addressed to keep an eye on him, to transfer his moves and even his planned-thoughts. It is not a trumped-up account, it is a plot. They are plotting together to neutralize him, to cast him aside from their excruciating intricacies. Whom…!?...who knows…?! Tin Hinan, Rabinas and the fox: a trinity of sulfuric acid that strives to burn the order of the universe to the ground. LONG LIVE THE CONSPIRACY…!!
Minutes of dead silence ushered the sandfox to speak, to shout, to cry out, to lay his upper hand on the desert, on Afellan's élan, on the chest in Atakor, on those who aspire to breathe the oxygen of freedom, the hydrogen of emancipation…Apart from going beyond the powers conferred upon the sandfox, tyranny was still there clinging to the iron shadows cast by the statuelike totems. DOWN WITH SLAVERY…!!
'It is far better for you to withdraw from the Hoggar before you regret.'
Do you threaten me?
'Yes I do…'
'If I haven't ever withdrawn, what awaits me then ?!'
'I am going to bite your most dependable camel and inject in him my venom."
'Venom…!?? Which venom!? But how come you secrete venom… how on earth..!?'
'All my glands secrete Red Mercury.'
'You said R…e…d Me..r..cu..ry…gets shocked Afellan at hearing Red Mercury. He shopped syllables as though he shopped Atakor summit with his index finger."
"Who are you…?!'
'I am the delegate fox of Mars on earth.'
'How can you partner up with Rabinas against earth…how?'
'Because he enhanced my immune system against all Dermatophytes. Don't you know that Dermatophytes claims thousands of fox lives every year.'
'He enhances your immune system with Red Mercury, doesn't he? expressed Afellan sarcastically.'
'Believe or not. I've been safe from illnesses for more than three months due to Red Mercury. It works miracles…!!'
'You must know that Rabinas poisons you rather than protecting you from illnesses. Wake up…before it is too late ?!'
'Death doesn't await quite long…the same for your mother…'
'Haven't you forgotten that you were born in the lap of the desert? Likewise, Earth brought you up, stroked your fur and granted you the nectar of freedom. Don't be ungrateful…!'
'What you are enumerating is really nothing compared with what Mars has offered to me. There is no match…'
'Rabinas is exploiting you, enslaving you, subjugating you, controlling you, spreading your legs apart, spitting at you, poisoning you, betraying you, playing the innocent with you…'
'Don't try to refrain me for I won't respond to. My immune system is tough and well-built…be reassured..!!
'Your foxlike provocation is pushing me to kill you as swift as you couldn't ever imagine.'
'Why not…?? Try your chance….!! who can reflect the outcome…!?' an indifferent tone of speech revealed by the fox.'
'Is it overt courage or over-reliance on your little god?'
'They are both in fact, yet Red Mercury is the sap that runs my body and determines my life. It works as a defensive and offensive system. Beware..!! else…!!'
'It is widely known that foxes are faithful to their land, to their desert, to the sand grains, they are living in congruence with the fauna and flora for ages and ages. Why have you broken the mold like that?'
'Your earth betrays me and my endangered species, let alone, you… cursed humans…you are the originator of our slow depredation….get out of my sight right away…otherwise… I …?!, Spoke out the fox with burning tears coursing down his cheeks."
'No bearer of burden can bear the burden of another.'
'Stop talking nonsense. I'm not willing to listen to your Quran…your god starkly differs from mine…!'
'It sounds that your organism has went through a dismal metamorphosis.'
'Lucky me…!!'
'Don't you know that your god Rabinas has played alarmingly with your genes to render you like submissive robots?'
'It is too late to change us, isn't it?
'What is far worse is not your gene manipulation, but rather the consent you give and show.'
'Stop beating around the bush. Either you leave the Hoggar Mountain or I will kill you, poisoning you as well as your feeble camel.'
Such threatening tone of voice as much it alarmed Afellan as it supplied him with timely safety and security. Afellan's life was becoming teetering on the brink of demise owing to the rascal fox, poisoning him with Red Mercury equaled death and the death of his itinerary of rebellion. Moments of being cornered sometimes prompted us to turn to past speech whose weight might carry an outlet or a narrow escape. Perhaps Silybum Marianum would work out quite well as an antidote against Red Mercury, against Martian poisoning, against any foxlike assault.
In his haste to save himself, Afellan opened his backpack to take out a handful of Silyburm Marianum's dry leaves. He chewed them fast in the devout hope of acting against every adverse anomaly as his mother had once said. In the meantime, as the fox was baring his teeth to jump on Afellan, to sink his mercurial incisor teeth in his body to paralyze him to death, the camel started agitating and grunting in response to the fuss the fox was making. Afellan was doing his utmost to encounter the fox face to face along with protecting the camel from any deliberate bite.
Any combat, whatsoever, in life is a necessity, a victory in spite of all the disappointments registered along the tracks of every living creature. The prerequisite to a lofty combat is the lofty challenge it strives to take up, as long as each sees himself, though, as the citadel of scruples. The biggest plight, however, lives on gradually but stereotypically to transmit the coding system that each look for monopolizing the truth in addition to forestalling the growth of right and wrong.