While revolutionary guards were collecting the wedding rings, Father Paththiri managed to escape from his detention through a sliding window. After getting out, he crawled in the darkness without knowing of any direction or path.
As he was advancing by sneaking and crawling, he heard the sound of a train. He ran in that direction. The passing train showed him the way to continue. He followed the train along the track in search of a light of hope somewhere. After a long march, he reached near to a well-lit compound.
"I am a servant of God who has the privilege of going anywhere. Nobody will hurt the servant of God." Father said it and entered into the compound.
That was a private airstrip. He found a small aircraft on the runway. It was about to leave.
"That plane is my savior." He said himself and ran towards the aircraft. When he reached near to the plane, he saw a man standing beside it.
"Are you the one going to the paradise?" He asked Father. In fact, that question was a code of a special mission. But Father thought that the man standing beside the aircraft was asking about his paradise ascending. So he became happy.
"Yes, my dear. I am the one who ascending to paradise soon." Father said loudly with a laugh of relief. "Are you aware of my paradise ascending? I hope you are a devotee who came to my prayer hall. Right?"
"Ok. Please get into the plane." He did not speak much. "We were waiting for you."
"Of course. We have no time to waste. " Father replied and boarded the plane. Apart from him and the pilot, no passengers were seen on the plane.
"Welcome to Going Paradise Mission. I am Abu Zilzila, the commander of the mission." The pilot welcomed him and laughed loudly.
"Oh… I see." Father smiled and said. "Thank you for your support for my paradise ascending."
The pilot got the signal to proceed. Engine roared. That tiny jet moved along the runway.
"So, we are heading for our holy mission. Are you ready?" Pilot asked before the takeoff.
"Yeah, but first we have to go to a place, the Water Gate canal," Father said. "There are 40 coffins of saints waiting for me there. I have to get them soon."
"I have only one route map for this trip. We are going to that destination. I can't move to anywhere else." Pilot replied.
"Where is that destination?"
"Whitehouse."
"Whitehouse? Why we should go there? Is this a diplomatic mission?"
"Not diplomatic, it is an Explomatic mission…." The pilot said in a funny voice.
"Sorry? I didn't get that, what is it? The Explomatic mission?" Father changed his voice.
"Expolmatic means….." Pilot laughed loudly. "Doing explosion, a new, relevant word of this millennium. This is the era of energy fun, got it?"
"Explosion?" Doubtfully Father looked at him. "What explosion, I didn't get it?"
"Yeah. Our holy mission, this task, is an explosion." Pilot said.
"What holy mission? Why are we heading to the Whitehouse? This is not the place for a holy mission." Father Paththiri asked. He was a little worried. In fact, he was curious about the money flowing through the canal.
The pilot prepared for the takeoff and asked.
"So are you not the one who belongs to the mission named Going Paradise?"
"Yes. I am. But I have some urgent jobs to carry out before my ascending to paradise. I mean after recovering the flowing 40 coffins of saints from the canal."
"Flowing 40 coffins of saints? Seems to be funniest than a fairy tale."
"Yes, my dear. This is not a fun or a fairy tale. Revolution came to our city and burned everything including my prayer hall. The fighting devils of this bloody war came to my prayer hall and threw these 40 coffins which I was keeping in my prayer hall, onto the nearby canal. Please help me to recover it. After that, we will continue our mission." Father Paththiri begged.
"Sorry. Now, we don't have time to waste on any other business. Our target, the president, is going to leave his office within a couple of hours for his summer camp, we need to rush to the spot immediately." The pilot said with a vulgar laugh. "Ok. Then, let's move. Fasten your seat belt. We are going to ascend, the ascending to paradise."
The running aircraft roared for the takeoff and rushed up from the runway.
"Look, my name is Father Paththiri, a shepherd serving God. I don't know the things that you mentioned here. I am not the person that you expected."
No matter, you are a lucky person who got the golden opportunity to go to paradise without much trouble." The pilot laughed again and continued seriously. "Getting heaven is not easy. We have to suffer a lot to be there. But there is an easy way to get to paradise. Do you know what it is?"
"What?"
"Be a martyr. Easily you can reach paradise." The pilot said in a murmuring voice. "Otherwise, you have to suffer a long complicated, troubled, life to get the paradise."
"So?"
"So we prefer the easiest way to go to paradise. That means we are going to be martyrs by exploding along with this plane." Abu Zilzila turned his face with an expression of wonder. "Be ready to enjoy the virgins of the paradise. They smell like rose."
He laughed horribly. That time, he got a call on his wireless.
"Hello…. Abu Waleed. Yeah, everything is OK." Pilot said" "Yeah, yeah, now only I realized that he is not the person whom we assigned for this mission. But, by his luck, he came to the spot at the right time and could board the flight. As I exposed the mission to him, I cannot leave him freely. So I decided to let him come along with me to paradise. How is that? In fact, he is the lucky fellow getting paradise easily. He should be thankful to me." Pilot looked at Father and laughed again.
"Mister, you know I am not the right person who is supposed to come with you." Angrily Father said.
"Yes. I recognized that fact after we took off the aircraft, But, no matter, as I said, you can be part of our holy mission, as a volunteer."
"My dear, please believe me. I am not your enemy. Please leave me. I am a Father and custodian of the…."
"Shut up you the holy ass." The pilot shouted and changed the direction of the flight.
"Then what are you going to do with me?" Father asked.
"As per the plan of the mission, we will reach our destination and directly dive into the bedroom of the President making an energy fun, the Holy Explomatic mission. That would be a wonderful Jihad to possess the glory of the paradise." Pilot laughed horribly.
Father did not speak anything for a few moments. He was finding a way to get out of the trap.
"Oh my God. I am in the wrong place. I shouldn't be here." Father said himself.
He looked out. Aircraft is flying above the moving white clouds. Again he heard the horrible laughing of the pilot along with the roaring sound of the engine.
"Man, don't worry. We are going to the Garden of Eden, the place of nymphs." Pilot said with a laugh.