The Green Goad

by FAlavanja

One year after the COVID pandemic became a fading memory,the Arab League has convened its new summit in 2022. Its host,Tahira Cherifi,arranged it with her Secretary-General Khenti Hassan as a form of demonstrating her diplomatic prowess on the international stage. Alas,her disowned brother Rasil Benjelloun aims to disrupt the summit,with Ikram and Yasser as its chief witnesses.

1. Chapter 1

The Green Goad - Part 1: The Summit

November 6th,2022 - 19:00,Fallujah,Iraq

Beneath the underground vertical tunnel system descending all the way down the darkest bottom,where nyctophobes would swiftly escape the tunnel imbued with stone bricks if they didn't bring a flashlight with them,laid two figures within their Ritual Chamber. The first was Ikram Zaman,the owner and digger of that underground compound 150 meters below his dump home in the middle of a desolate desert 30km away from Fallujah,while the second is his fiend companion Mustapha,the hideous creature which is quarter wolf,quarter komodo dragon,quarter crocodile and quarter horse created through a painstaking creation ritual in 2005 with an extremely complicated background. Surrounded by black marble columns holding earth's weight and torch pillars unleashing borax fires which illuminate the area,Ikram had sat on a chair,carried downstairs from the Torture Chamber 100 meters above where he's now,reading Fallujah's Al-Anbaa newspaper in order to review what happened yesterday in Iraq,Middle East and around the World while Mustapha watched him.

Ikram had just finished mopping the Ritual Chamber off of blood,excrement and saliva,as he always does every Sunday with janitorial cleaning cart after completing most of mechanical tasks over repairing cars or tanks for the week,thus deciding to take a pause next to his horned demon. He visits him at every spare time everyday per given amount of schedule completion,the only being besides his younger twin sister Anisah whom he can rely on having conversations about his concerns and experiences. He's glad that he's no longer lonely.

Yet,this week hasn't been fully spent inside his home. Five days ago,from 1st to 2nd November,the 31st Arab League summit was held in Algeria's capital city of Algiers,after being postponed four times since its last session in Tunisia 2019 because of the COVID pandemic. Like usual,all of his siblings except Anisah attended the event,with Tahira Cherifi acting as its latest host and Khenti Hassan as its almost-perpetual Secretary General ("almost" because Aymen Trabelsi,the Tunisian earthling,was Khenti's temporary replacement from 1979 until 1990). However,Ikram hates being a member of the League and wants to leave it because the squabbling mantra that keeps repeating over and over again is all talk and no action. Total waste of time and nerves. His sister is still suspended within it,but none of the Gulf Gang earthlings or their kingpin Malik al-Saud,who live luxurious lifestyles whilst neglecting their own population and moreso their migrant workers.

Not to mention their expenditures to cultivate chaos via terrorism against siblings they don't like such as Anisah and Aida. Anisah's situation may be grave,but Aida's situation caused by Malik for 8 years infuriates him to no end,wishing to cut open that lardass' stomach and strangle him with his own intestines,whose (Malik's) only evasion is him paying Ikram millions of dinars at the former's Shangri-La residence in Jeddah.

Moving leftwards the newspaper as he crossed his legs and puffed his 10th cigar for today (he's a smoking addict whose life depends on them. The Iraqi psychopath can't help himself.),Ikram got disgusted by the recent news over the last three weeks,beginning with the election of Latif Rashid as Iraq's new president. One newspaper page later,his bloodshot eyes stumbled upon an article which made his blood boil.

"Likud led by Benjamin Netanyahu wins a majority of 64 seats in the Knesset."

Growling with barred sharp teeth,his hardened,scarred hands trembled as they've shaken the papers,making their grip rip bits of them without slicing the newspaper outright. Although Netanyahu isn't the most rage-inducing politician like George Bush or Hosni Mubarak,Ikram nonetheless despises him for claiming that "If you take out Saddam,I guarantee you that it will have enormous positive reverberations on the region." Other reasons behind this hatred are Netanyahu's corruption,Anti-Arab rethoric,killing his younger brother Yasser Kader's people,irritating whinings over Javed Pahlavi and the recent Abraham Accords. Anna Goldhirsch,one of the major enemies of the 'Arab Race',has been portrayed as even more obnoxious and arrogant earthling thanks to him. To the point of sometimes calling her "Saint Anna" out of sarcasm.

"That Zionist hook-nosed simian… Bennet and Lapid were better than him!" Ikram ranted,angrily tossing the newspaper to the ground. His voice echoed the area "I don't know which fucking event was the worst: COVID,Abraham 'Accords',the last year's Israel-Palestine Crisis,the election of another fucking termite,or the comeback of Netanyahu?!"

Mustapha assumed that this outraged question was aimed at him,even though he couldn't recognize each of their appearances (let alone see them) because he never once exited the Chamber over nearly two decades since his last moments as a 14-year old human being before his subsequent reincarnation as a creature from Hell. He didn't have the choice to object Ikram to not turn him into what he became,but at least he escaped the void of nothingness under the heaviest price imaginable. Mustapha is sorrowed by the fact that he can no longer speak like the rest of humanity to make Ikram understand what he was saying instead of an animal,resorting to draw corresponding stuff as his only other way of communicating with Ikram.

That said,Mustapha didn't know which answer should he draw. For all what Ikram had told him about those five things in the past,they mean nothing to him due to the aforesaid reasons. How can he know which people is his custodian referring to without ever meeting them openly? Who's "another fucking termite" that got elected as the new President of Iraq? Or the face of Netanyahu? All the knowledge he has garnered before his death in Mosul came through his grandfather Saddam Hussein,who told him that Israelis are enemy scum whose country doesn't exist,but Ikram seems to have a greater picture.

Giving up,the creature lowered his head and drew with his hoof two three zigzagged lines representing two arms,and a circle displaying head. It means "I don't know."

Ikram got up and turned towards him. He looked down at the drawing,and let out a snort.

"I mean,who in the right mind would allow human termites to achieve Iraqi leadership?! Ever since Blonde Vermin's second invasion against our Watan,Burpin and her Kurdish 'people' ruled over us pureblooded Sunni Iraqis,serving alien interests over ours! As though a de facto autonomy ISN'T ENOUGH FOR HER!" he yelled,stomping the newspaper whilst shivering in rage "Javed's Shia interlopers aren't any different!; No matter how cooperative they are and maintaining an alliance via Axis of Resistance,they ultimately subvert Iraq into Iran's vassal!"

As Mustapha erased the drawing,Ikram spat out "FUCK!" before taking a deep breath and lit another cigar to calm himself down.

"Allah... Things were way easier than what bullshit we got nowadays." He glanced at him,frowning "Back then,we only got Saddam in each election. Either 'vote' - which,by the way,I find it useless and decadent - for Saddam or go home lest we kill you. Naked dictatorship trumps democracy every time. Voting is one of the most humiliating actions one can do,submitting oneself to a pack of usurpers."

Him mentioning Saddam recalled Mustapha's childhood,the period when he was Iraq's foremost military brat. Like Ikram,he misses his grandpa so much,including his family. In response,Mustapha scribed a Takbir (the phrase "Allahu Akbar"). Contextually speaking,it meant "Amen".

"Bilfal." He turned back. "Saddam is the greatest leader in the Universe. None matches such perfection."

Silence surfaced,to which Mustapha ceased gazing at him. Ikram took the chance to slowly approach one of the black torch pillars emitting green fire,getting more closer within each step despite the danger of inflicting pain onto his infamous flesh-deep scar,his weakest point. Willingly or not,he wanted to contemplate something. The fierce heat brought by that oxidized green element danced up and down amidst the Ritual Chamber filled with barren winds,formed a visual reflection of a certain female Ikram is familiar with. The image which was shaped by lightings of green,blue and white mesmerized his sights. She was none other than Tahira herself.

Thinking through,maybe the recent Arab League summit,however tiresome,didn't remove her out of Ikram's mind upon leaving it once her "Algiers Declaration" got adopted. Tahira is a young earthling appearing to be 22 who has a strong and tenacious character,but she's also sensitive. That flamboyant personality of hers can be contributed to the Algerian Revolution,where she fought for her independence from Adele Joly during the early years of Cold War,especially against the latter's brutal Organisation Armée Secrète ("Secret Armed Organization"),or OAS for short,which later made her hold a robust grudge on her lasting to this day. Like himself and Anisah,Tahira is a Nationalist,Socialist (Fascist in Ikram's case),Secularist (she used to view Islam as the main foundation of her people's national consciousness and a crucial factor in solidifying the Algerian identity before she relinquished it permanently after her own civil war against Jihadists between 1991 to 2002 commenced) and Pan-Arabist since her modern inception. But unlike themselves,Tahira has distanced from Authoritarianism into embracing Democratic Socialism,Multi-Party Democracy,and a statist form of Conservatism. Lastly,Tahira reads a book or does pottery in her spare time.

Smiling,Ikram returned to Mustapha,now under good mood.

"Hmm,I've just got reminded of someone."

Mustapha barked quietly under a demonic tone.

"Ever heard of Tahira Cherifi?"

The fiend shook his head.

"La? Obviously,you never seen her nor most of my family. The Iraqi Special Operations Forces would terminate you if done otherwise" Ikram said to himself,then told him "She's my distant sibling."

Mufie replied by firstly nodding at him in intrigue,then lowered the same to draw an oval and a question mark next to it. It stated: "How does she look like?"

Ikram merely widened his happy smile and crossed his arms.

"She's… Well…" Ikram mumbled,then began describing her appearance "She's a young lady. Her short pixie hair is that of sandy brown under darker complexion,like Sahara. Her skin is slightly lighter than mine,has a red iris wreath on her head,wears red star necklace over her neck,and dons a red Karakou,yellow tank top and bronze belt fastening her yellow skirt. And her greatest striking feature is her blue eyes that shine like Mediterranean pearls."

He suddenly let out a chuckle with his right fist getting closer to his mouth,relating to her hobby.

"Although,he he… Tahira certainly isn't made of clay." he jokingly exclaimed.

Growing curious,Mustapha continued inquiring by drawing questions with either symbols,sentences,or the resemblance of both. It led Ikram to,whilst sighing,talk about Tahira's personality,deeming her "girlboss" for remaining defiant through her support for Yasser even as the current schism caused by Abraham Accords keeps updating,her enormous military might by African-Arab standards,her demonstration to act as a new mediator and her overall ambitions. Additionally,he mentioned Tahira's younger brother Kairo Rizk-Garcia of Western Sahara,the earthling whom she loves very much and does the impossible to help him out against Rasil Benjelloun,Kairo's faux older 'brother'. The second he uttered "Rasil",he grunted "UGH!..." in absolute disgust.

"And the last time I met her was in Algiers,where the 31st Arab League summit took place." He explained further "Like I've always told you,these summits are loops discussing the same topics about primarily the Palestinian Cause. However,there were some topics that have ameliorated the League's boredom-inducing nature,such as this war going on between Arisha and Daryna,Kerem's and Javed's interference in the Mashriq,and so forth. The entire session has been,oddly enough,colorful,but that inbred brat Rasil tried to thwart it with his antics!"

Ikram sighed again.

"It's-It's a long story… I'm too tired to narrate it,unless I eat dinner and take a shower."

He turned his face at Mustapha.

"Would you let me go before I come back?"

Mustapha was thrilled to listen to his experience in Algiers,and wanted to hear the story immediately,but in the name of gratitude,he drew a checkmark,displaying his approval to him. Ikram walked towards him and kissed the latter's skull.

"Shukran lika."

Forty minutes later,Ikram descended downstairs inside Mustapha's domain,becoming refreshed upon finishing what he wanted to do,stood onto the green pentagram and cracked his knuckles.

"Hope you don't fall asleep once I finish the story!"

November 1st,2022 - 03:00,nearby the Gulf of Sidra

Ikram's PoV

Yasser and I were onboard in an "Air Algerie" airplane,sitting in front of one other. We were awoken bottles among the sea waves of sleeping passengers who were mostly Jordanian tourists. The meal we've together received from an Algerian stewardess at dusk around 01:00 were goat with yellow rice,one bread bun per each,two Basboussas,two lemonades and plastic silverwares. Decent dinner in its own right,and my younger brother enjoyed eating them too. The only thing I loathed while flying there was the smoking ban ("Oh! Leave our precious air alone!" Bunch of whiners…).

Why at dusk? Well,the session was scheduled at 10 o'clock inside Abdelatif Rahal International Conference Centre and I opted to disembark on the destination earlier in order to preemptively avoid the crowded fuss which were ceremonial greetings (especially with Cuntses,that cosmopolitan halfbreed big-boy sellout MUMMY!). Prior that,I ensured to shower myself thoroughly for this event,pack some spare copies of my trademark uniform (albeit dressed up on black leather jacket,black jumper,white jeans and my red Islamic Swastika to grant me luck)and ten cigarette boxes,deodorize my boots,eat a quick breakfast and bring in few bottles of water. Then I drove my Kay through the long road,taking me eight hours and ten minutes to reach Amman. In the midst of it,I called Yasser to prepare his baggage and pack his shit into them,and ordered him to hail a taxi and pay its driver in return while he's in Ramallah so that his taxi driver can ride him towards "Queen Alia International Airport" in that same city where I waited for him. While driving less than 850km may be annoying,it's minimal compared to that irritating airport procedure. Before Anisah's suspension from the Arab League since 2011,she was the one who would pick Yasser up for League's meetings.

While I was reading a random National Geographic magazine most of the period inside the airplane,Yasser kept watching the Libyan atmosphere from the porthole with his left elbow resting on his left shoulder and his hand holding his chin. He commented that Sarah Sennusi's lands were depressing. I agree. Underneath the skies covering Libyan cities and towns under reconstruction,its current environment isn't what it used to be. During the 34-year long era of Jamahiriya,Sarah enjoyed the unfathomable prosperity granted by her great Colonel Gaddafi. The bird's-eye view atop of Libya had an aura of beauty,for one tourist back in the day couldn't help but get excited when spotting it,whether seeking vacation in any Libyan major city or wishing to go there as he passes by. Gaddafi was exceptional: He had worked hard making sure that the trinity of Sarah,Libya and their people's expands while at the same time blocking Western corporate swine from pocketing Libyans' earnings. Poor populace within Libya didn't need to worry about affording healthcare,having access to a quality education or being forced into homelessness. Why would they? Healthcare was free; Education was free; Electricity was free; Hell,even the debt hadn't been left to the IMF,World Bank or anyone. He was exceptional because of his eccentricity and because he lasted longer than the regimes of Nasser and Saddam (except Assads,but neither did that traitorous scumbag Hafez or his son Bashar matched that level of prosperity whom Nasser could've ever dreamed of). This amount of success would've occurred if Saddam had focused on mass economic rejuvenation by following Gaddafi's example rather than enacting the contradictory bullshit that was "Faith Campaign",or if all those Gulf monarchs had funneled their surplus product without payments into "peasants" instead of fattening their luxurious lifestyles. May the ancient Caliphates spit on them for being the living mockeries of the former.

Alas,due to you-know-who's devastation of Libya in 2011,the murder of Gaddafi and the dastardly humiliation of Sarah,the beauty simply vanished. Sarah briefly went insane to the point of ripping one of the four's lungs with her teeth to sate her bloodlust during the Benghazi Attack. Sarah may have recovered mentally (good for her,my sanity was dead long ago…) and physically,but the state of her homeland is miserable (but not as miserable as Aida's). She underwent two civil wars that have happened in one decade,got plagued by revived slavery,human trafficking,povery and emigration,and chaos in Libya hasn't stopped yet.

These unforgivable effects done under "freedom and democracy" were brought to you by Blonde Vermin and the pest of the West.

"So,once we land on Algiers,would Tahira and Kairo welcome us at the Conference?" Yasser asked,still starring at the window.

I peeked onto the magazine.

"Yes she would."

"And Kairo?"

"What about him?"

"Would she be with her as well?"

"I'd love to. Problem is,he isn't part of the League." I replied,grumpily,frowning my eyebrows "Instead we have that inbred skunk Rasil in his place."

"As I'm good friends with Kairo,we frequently talk about beating up Rasil together."

I closed the magazine,closed my eyes,and chuckled.

"Did you beat him up once?"

"No. Kairo is afraid."

"Have you at the very least done so in dreams?"

"Not even there. Rasil just beats us up all night till dawn. Not because he's physically stronger,but because his overwhelming ego empowers him within that realm." Yasser answered sulkly,pouting with crossed arms as he moved his head away from the window,finally cutting off his sights from it. He then added "Believe me brother,if I were to someday face him 1vs1,I'd thrash his bratty ass to the morgue."

"I know you would,Yas. You're as tough as brick." I complimented him with a warm smile,then asked. "You must've understood each other well,both having two despicable simians harming them; Rasil Kairo,and Anna you." Yasser nodded "Ah… The hook-nosed kike,always stinking up the ambient with her presence!"

"Why do you assume this? To my knowledge,Anna comes out squeaky clean all the time." he argued. "Besides,the American fucker's treatment of Anna is deeply different than in pu-"

"Blah,blah,blah,blah,blah! You told this excuse back in Aintisar. I also remember when I was at my home absent in the UN,Anisah explicitly allowed Anna to sit with you along with Bachir and Javed,leader of "The Resistance". It only shows how her pea-brain - that is,having a really intelligent brain but tiny (like a pea) enough not to catch correct conclusions - functions." I paused for five seconds,sighing heavily for firstly cutting my younger brother off and then stating an extensive answer "My point I was trying to make is when I said that she smelled,it's because she smells like a snot (that isn't to say that she smells the worst. Far from it; Burpin for example smells like hot vomit.) oozing out of her nose with the length higher than my dick that would make Pinocchio run for his money. In fact,if she had donned a hijab,her nose would outreach the veil and people around her would look at her in confusion."

Yasser yawned,feeling sleepy after hours of remaining awake. Up until this point did sleepiness reached his brain.

"Looks like it's time for you to go to sleep."

"Eh… Not sure…" he said,playing with his keffiyeh scarf "A single yawn doesn't indicate that I have to go to sleep on my neck pillow."

"It's for your own health."

"Look who's talking." Yas countered "When will YOU sleep?"

"Unlike you,I've endured weeks of sleepless nights over the past three+ decades,and I drink coffee every morning."

"Can I at least read your magazi-"

"Too late! Tahira won't admit dozy members!"

"Ugh… FINE!"

Yasser,the stubborn teen he is,rotated backwards and set up his sleeping position. As for me,I took the turn to watch the skies,before eventually falling asleep anyway.

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08:45,Algiers

Getting out of the plane went surprisingly smooth. When our plane landed on Algerian soil at 06:15,there were less people waiting on queue lines than in Jordan. Finding our baggages,I've managed to do something what I failed at in the Amman airport: I convinced the "Houari Boumediene Airport" receptionists to exempt me and Yasser from long procedures due to our delegations in the Arab League,while only giving them Yasser's and mine passports without anything else. The Jordanian counterparts on the other hand protested my request,threatening to kick us out of the Queen Alia Airport and retorted that we're behaving like "privileged". Afterwards,we entered a tour bus to escort us at CIC ("International Conference Centre" in shortened form). We got there 35 minutes later. During our short trip,Yasser was fatigued,complaining that this trip is going to take longer than what mileage between the airport and CIC had informed. Getting annoyed,I reassured him that we'll reach it at exactly that aforementioned period of time,and lend my impatient idiot the same National Geographic magazine I stole on my way out just to make him shut up.

By around 07:35,right after we exited the bus 2 kilometers away,Yasser suggested that we should invest our time touring Algiers before we could head towards CIC and rest outside until Tahira unlocks the entrance. I accepted. All around us were rows of modernized residential houses,trees,fields and gardens. Everything which characterizes Arab major cities till the West decides to ruin them with their belligerent schemes. Cold airs were gently blowing our faces amidst the warm weather as we walked together alley by alley. Al-Jaza'ir,with its mosaic sky of blue and (mostly) grey,is a charming city. Its undercurrent manifests centuries of transformation this city has developed into being. A dazzling pearl shining Africa's upper half. Countless anonymous persons were chattering about unknown things,palms decorate streets and markets where everywhere. We stopped at one bakery to eat something for breakfast,after which we said "Wadaan" to Algiers downtown.

The CIC venue,as we've ascended forth,is one of the largest conference palaces in Africa. If Romania's Parliament Palace is the highest parliament known to man,then CIC is the widest bitch of them all,akin to a battleship sailing the earth. Barring palms and flowers blossoming around the beige structure,all flags of Arabic nations,real and false,were hoisted in lines along with the Arab League's own. For some reason,I spotted two different pools; one was built on a triangled field situated behind it,and the other was a horizontal pool decorating outdoors of its gate,with twelve ceramic pillars soaking their base whilst holding CIC's roof. Once we arrived,we immediately sat on the sitting area bellow the walled billboard,while I opened my bag to grab one of ten cigarette boxes packed inside and lit a cigar with my silver lighter.

So far,I and Yasser were alone. Minus Tahira,Khenti and Karim Azraq (Khenti's younger brother and my best friend) as Head of the Council of the Arab League who were inside CIC,virtually nobody of our siblings were present. Perhaps it's because Yasser and I flied too early as opposed to them going slightly late. Sooner or later,all of them will eventually gather up in front of CIC so that Tahira could finally greet them one by one.

My decision to go early has mostly paid off.

"Rajul,I miss my sister so much..." Yasser said in depressed tone with hands on his cheeks,swinging his legs "How come she's still excluded from the League?"

"Malpig and Cuntses blocked the move to include her again in spite of Tahira's demands. Anisah herself told me that she has had chosen not to send a delegation to Tahira,preferring an extension of her isolation thereof." I answered him,inhaling my cigar and puffed "But Anisah is incredibly lucky in this regard. She no longer has to withstand hours of bumbling nonsense which accomplishes nothing significant. Each proposal one may implement would piss off several of our siblings."

"Then she has greater spare time."

"Not really. Her ongoing civil war would beg to differ."

Yasser slammed his knees with both fists.

"UGH! I'm fucking sick of discussing the Palestinian Issue nonstop,the sole thing that this useless organization acts in unison!" he retorted angrily "I want to review different topics!"

He has taken words out of my mouth.

"Same. Yet,as much as I hate attending A.L.'s sessions,this one had me thinking about profiting from it. It has to do with Tahira."

"You'll ask her to give you money?"

"La. Remem-"

Something suddenly cut me off mid-sentence. I slowly got up from the sitting area,hearing a car's loud noise. Squinting,I saw one black limousine stopping near the triangle pool whose driver must've thought it's a parking slot. Out of the limo came out four bodyguards which shortly after ran next to the right backseat door. And out of that door emerged one young figure who I assume is one of the Arab League's delegates just like me and Yasser. For now,I only noticed some red clothing. When it closed the door and turned around,I saw grey pants and black boots. I wasn't sure who is it,nor what kind of clothes is it wearing.

"What were you looking at?" Yasser asked,confused by my pause.

I sat back and smiled.

"Nothing." I replied,then resumed my question "Remember the last month's reconciliation agreement conducted by Tahira?"

Yasser paused for a moment,trying to refresh his memory.

"NO!" he snapped at me "This so-called 'agreement' you refer to had Hamas involved! Tahira should've been ashamed for inviting those terrorist mongrels!"

"So what? As long as they target our enemies and not us,Hamas and other Islamists are our allies in the struggle."

"Allies? ALLIES?! You're fucking ignorant and indifferent towards Hamas,Ikram!" Yasser jumped and stood in front of me,shocked and angered "Haniyeh and his lackeys command their fighters to use Palestinian innocents,women and/or children,as human shields!"

"Tahira didn't invite just them,Yas." I counter-argued,getting stern over my younger brother's current behavior. My smile instantly disappeared "She also let in Fatah,your favorite faction PFLP and eleven more Palestinian political groups." I crossed my arms "Why you haven't rejoiced is beyond me."

"Why the fuck should I rejoice?! Her inviting the rest hadn't made it better! All she did was improving Hamas' reputation at the expense of my people!"

"Except when Hamas launches rockets on Jewish legitimate settlements,then you don't express howl of rage. Surely,you like showering IDF personnel with stones but retreat when they retaliate. Right,you puny prick?"

Judging by its voice,the one who added such provocatory remark with condescending tone was a young male. Analyzing his appearance became perfectly clear. Looking like a 20-year old male,he had a curly brown hair with bangs falling down his forehead,an equal skin color as my own,and hazel eyes with large eyebags (but they're mild compared to mine); He wore a khaki uniform covered with copper red overcoat with added double pauldrons,grey fingerless tactical gloves and a puttee tying his trousers and ankle boots.

The identity of that figure who just approached us was that inbred skunk,the wanabee Gulfie prince on a white mule. Perfect…

"As if nothing could make this day worse!" Yasser shouted,then advanced towards him "Who gave you the permission to put your nose where it doesn't belong?!"

"I was merely following the sound of your quarrels,Yuckser,and the vocal trail tracked me to your location. Talking about Hamas and Thugira." Rasil crossed his arms and smirked,although he was trying to sound sincere.

I fucking loathe his ratty accent. He and his "H","T" and "U" amalgams. On the first minute he's already playing with my fucking nerves.

"I'LL BREAK YOUR FUCKING VOCAL CORDS IF YOU CONTINUE SPEAKING LIKE A SMUG SNAKE,BRATSIL!" Yasser raised the volume of his voice,with his face turning red. "AND WHAT'S UP WITH YOUR POSH CLOTHING YOU'RE WEARING,HUH?! CIC ISN'T A FUCKING FASHION FESTIVAL!"

"My king Mohammad VI often said it's my obligation as his utmost loyal servant to dress up as elegantly as possible,no matter which event that aren't military rehearsals." He replied,then pointed his finger at Yasser's slightly dirty laurel green pants,and said in a snarkytone "Meanwhile,your clothes look like you bought them from a dumpster."

Yasser barred his teeth and raised his fist to punch him in the mouth,but I swiftly intervened by getting up,grabbing Yasser's wrist and clearing my throat. I then gave the inbred skunk a glare. With it,tension rose around us.

Rasil turned his head at mine and jumped his body a bit for not noticing me. He thought I was some sort of a stranger who happened to sit next to Yasser.

"Oh! Uhm… Mr. Zaman,didn't mean to disrespect you or anything." He stuttered after gulping "I-I-I was just having a conversation wi-"

"I'm his older brother,punk."

While Rasil blinked in awkwardness,I casually lowered Yas' wrist and turned towards him,telling him to sit down. In the meantime,several earthlings have arrived,most notably the Gulf Gang,Sarah,Aymen,Razzaq M'Bareck of Mauritania and Bachir. All of them are now waiting for Tahira near the entrance,unlike us three.

"State your business. Make it short." I ordered him coldly,putting my hands on the hips.

As Yasser sat and panted to cool the redness out of his face,Rasil moved his eyes left and right before spitting out.

"I was supposed to arrive much earlier than you did,but I hadn't been welcomed by my 'sister' Thugira at the airport." the Moroccan brat explained "To make matters worse,my king has refused to attend the League because she didn't comply with my arrangements for him to do it. Those arrangements demanded her to allocate a hall for the flight and landing of at least ten planes dedicated to transporting the king and his son Moulay."

I sucked up my cigarette and puffed at his face.

"Is Mohammad VI seriously that obese?" I raised my eyebrow.

"No. Not at all. These ten planes were planned to carry necessities for my… project to be marketed during the League."

"Which is?"

Rasil made a sour face. Something tells me he's hiding a thing or two. I can see directly in his eyes that he's plotting some shit.

"Uh… You'll see when the session begins,that's all I can say."

"Then back off. You've decided to meddle in my conversation with Yasser about serious problems without giving me a coherent reason."

"You're right,Ikram." Inbred Skunk scoffed,then within the snap of fingers grinned mischievously, "You two are numb in the head and it's a 'serious problem'!"

He cackled with closed eyes,holding his stomach with his right hand. The cackle lasted for ten seconds,after which he left us,rushing towards the entrance scot-free and let his same hand fall down in dismissing us.

That Damaghsiz…

"Ikie,you should've let me beat him up while I had the opportunity!" Yas shouted.

I put my hand on his left shoulder.

"Not yet,brother." I assured him,grumpily "We'll deal with him when it's appropriate. For now,let's get going. The session is about to start."

10:05,inside the International Conference Centre

The giant hall was located not far away from where we were standing along the waiting line in form of a long red carpet. From there,Tahira shook hands with each of her siblings per one. I and Yasser were standing between Rakad in front of us and Sarah standing from behind. The step-after-step queue procedure ran smooth,but when it came for Rasil's turn,Tahira,rather than doing what was obliged,slapped hard his hand and then pushed his entire body with such strength that he thumped to the floor. Much to our amusement,everybody laughed at how she made him fall (all the while Yasser and I have additionally sneered at this maggot).

"Who's laughing now,Bratsil?" Yasser jeered.

Rasil propped himself up on the palms of his hands,dusted off his uniform,and in response spat on Tahira's face. He then snarled at the row which made some siblings with lesser balls to silence themselves,after which he strode towards the CIC hall without saying a word.

"Ahlan wasahlan,Ikram!" she greeted me with a kind smile after wiping the spit with her sleeve,although it faded away when I shook her own hand back,tightening my grip and waving up and down. It made her yelp "OW! OW! No need to squeeze my hand so hard!"

Unlike the tiny scene with Rasil,literally no one found it funny. I squeezed my lips for feeling slightly inconvenient,as I didn't want to embarrass my cousin,but I nonetheless brushed it off. Yasser followed me on my way to the hall. Within the Hall,the ceiling was adorned by the beige metal waves that looked like hunting net whose empty areas had attached swirly lights. On the Islamic carpet was a flag-map of Algeria stroked by a marble wall placed onto one silver circle; The green,white and red flag-map were made of ivies,white roses and red roses. Same goes for the mini Martyrs' Memorial symbol composed of those same colors,which laid atop of the former accessory.

All have settled on their respective seats with their aprons hidden under uniquely-designed Crayola golden lectern desks,which have the shape of trapezoid; Above them had brown plate sign bars with written official country names in Arabic,and below were mosaics made of chocolate brown stars. On these 22 desks laid one headphone and,instead of the expected papers,a tablet. Not being fond of using devices all day apart from communication purposes,unlike the contemporary World generation who have nothing else to do but play Plague Inc.,Subway Surf,Angry Birds et cetera,I got confused over the uninformed change. Why the replacement? Is it because Tahira was concerned that tons upon tons of papers have been wasted for less than eight decades,where pens were emptied for signatures and writing opinions that had zero value?

Yup,that's the most probable theory.

Seldom commencing in an instant,Tahira and Khenti,along with honorary guests Andres Costa (the UN Secretary-General),Mamadou Ndiaye (the latest annual Chairperson of the African Union),Idris Abakar (current leader of the "Organization of Islamic Cooperation") and Huseyn Alizade (current leader of Non-Aligned Movement),were nowhere to be found. Everyone then resorted to predictably chat amongst themselves as a result while creating that noisy murmur enveloping this place. Some didn't bother to indulge with the rest,like Abu diddling his iPhone,Fahad slapping soccer trade cards (because of the 2022 FIFA World Cup) with his hands so as to see if they could backflip,Hadidja Mbae of the Comoros playing with her fish toy (she's little),and Razzaq mumbling with Rasil about trivial matters.

"Ikram," Yasser leaned and whispered to my ear. He sat next to my right side "where did Khenti go? He should've arrived few minutes ago."

"He's with Tahira behind the curtains,when he's not performing the 'Walk like an Egyptian' sassy dance with his fucking zigzag arms in the air!" I displayed how Cuntses does his dance. Subhuman bastard… "All what's left is if that moron reveals he's a secret homosexual,given his stupid earrings. That would be majestic!"

"For real? You'd genuinely celebrate his come-out?"

"You don't understand sarcasm,do you?" I gave him a displeasing look,then heard a noticeable door swing. When I turned my head at it,Khenti,Tahira and four guests entered the hall. I rolled my eyes in disgust,saying to Cuntses in my mind "Hurry the fuck up! Clock's ticking!"

Everyone except me have got up and did a round of applause out of the usual respect for hosts. Once the blaring noise from the claps dissipated,Cuntses approached the podium.

"Asalam Alaykum,folks! Sorry for the delay!" he began the introduction "I'm honored to see all 21 brothers and sisters alike assemble,myself included,on the 68th anniversary of the outbreak of the Algerian Revolution,in which,as the new host Tahira puts it,Algerians waged a revolutionary war against France and achieved independence. A symbolic event representing common struggle for liberation and possession of the elements of our common self-determination and freedom from Colonialism. Algerians,like Palestinians,used effective methods to liberate the land,especially since Tahira has worked her hardest to resolve issues among Palestinian factions the same way ho-"

"Says the halfbreed westoid,the fist traitor of the Arab Race and Gamal Abdel Nasser,signer of the Camp David Accords with the hook-nosed Anna. Good thing you still own Suez Canal,for if you thought you could get away with it you'd sell it 'back' to Emily and Adele!" I cut him off,turning my microphone on. I don't respect people like him. "Cut the crap already! You lost your right to talk about Palestinians,sellout!"

Some have giggled as a reaction to my interruption,while others starred at my face in shock and reproach.

"Ik-Ikram,don't interrupt me during the speech or else I'll mute your mic. Okay?" Cuntses aimed his microphone close to his mouth,forming a nervous smile.

I swung my hand,telling him to go on speaking,and lit a new cigarette. Khenti sighed,cleared his throat and continued.

"Our world faces great trials and tests. Geopolitical divides are growing. Inequalities and injustices are deepening. Wheat production is shrinking and food prices are staggering. We shall resolve our problems and uphold the values based on which the United Nations was born: Peace,sustainable development,and human rights." He then picked up his own tablet and showed it to us "Have you noticed that there are no papers to be seen? Well,thanks to the Information Age,we've gone past the obsolete papers and pens. Rather,Tahira has made important strides in the areas of digital transformation and the advantage of information and communication technology,allowing it to provide all necessary conditions for the Algiers Summit 2022 to be the first Arab summit without paper. Being her idea set in motion,you and me will enable us to write drafts online,store and/or archive documents,and make electronic signatures. However,if some of you believed that these tablets will have gaming apps from Google Play,then you're perilously mistaken."

Abu raised his hand.

"Nem?"

"Is it legal to play video games on tablet? I own one with several games in it." Abu asked,showing his tablet to him,albeit far away.

"Technically speaking,at lunch in Sahara Ballroom,yes. Here where we're present? No." Khenti replied "Until time for lunch is announced,leave your phone,put it under your desk or backpack,and start running your new tablet the AL has given you."

The Emirati teen shrugged his shoulders and began testing it.

"With that out of the way,I hereby officialize the 31st Arab League summit and unveil its host,Tahira Cherifi!" Khenti moved backwards and raised his left arm to let her enter the podium "Please,give your opening remarks. The Podium is now yours."

Unlike the previous instance,I joined in and clapped with my siblings together. Smiling graciously,she waved us as she walked towards the podium,and even pressed her lips with her right hand and released it to let the kiss fly around. Rasil in particular made a vomiting gesture of inserting his index and middle finger inside his throat,thinking that her kiss flied towards his direction. As for Khenti,he walked towards his delegation seat situated on my left side,hitherto empty.

"You can't be League's Secretary-General and a delegation member at the same time." I told him as he sat on his seat "You can't have your cake and eat it too."

"Sorry,Ikram. That's how it's always been."

"Except in 80s,when I and all of your siblings banned you from the League."

"Whatever…"

A small silence ensued,after which Tahira broke it.

"It's my pleasure to see you so fine and well,although I'm saddened that our persistent, tenacious comrade and ukht Anisah Zaman isn't with us. This summit in Algiers was meant to include her after eleven years of suspension amid a brutal crackdown on Western-Muslim Brotherhood-created "Arab Spring",with Syria's case caused by five heartless imps who sprayed the graffiti message of 'Your turn,doctor!',both of which have resulted in her civil war and the five-year horror of Daesh. Had she been accepted and my demands heeded,we would've established a launching pad for the reunification of the fractured Arab World."

Her praising my sister touched my heart,and her words compelled my ears to pay more attention to her.

"When the previous summit was held in Tunis in 2019,I was preoccupied with the Hirak Movement organized against the late president Abdelaziz Bouteflika,a key member of the National Liberation Front during my fight for independence against Adele - and Khenti has had described it very nicely - who grew more corrupt and crippled as he aged,ending the Algerian People's National Army's influence in Algerian politics and mended 'Democratic' in 'People's Democratic Republic of Algeria' off of being a misnomer. Much has changed between 2019 and 2022. On that same year,the collective Arab nation witnessed the surge of the COVID-19 Pandemic and faced its effects,hitting Egypt first in 2020. It had also affected the Gulf States,Levant minus Syria,and North Africa. Countless lives were lost from lack of oxygen,reduction of mobility,chest pain,or rash. We overcame excessive use of masks who covered mouths of both elderly and young,for those who needed it and those who didn't. Within the following year,four of our earthlings have normalized relations with one of our sworn enemies Anna Goldhirsch in the so-called 'Abraham Accords',which fostered division among ourselves under yet another American victory. These aforementioned siblings who've done so are Abu,Aisha,Karim and Rasil." Tahira's gritted teeth at the utterance of Rasil's name,as well as her brief turning at him,was kinda funny,but Rasil himself stuck his tongue out as a response. "To make my comments quick over the Palestinian Cause,or,to quote my president Abdelmadjid Tebboune: 'Mother of all issues',which I'll soon discuss its longer version,I'll look forward to grant Yasser full UN membership,form an Arab 'Liaison and Coordination Committee' during this summit."

Tahira was about to say something next,but Yasser raised his hand.

"Can we skip the discussion about Palestinian Cause?"

She was perplexed,widening her eyes while making a confused facial expression upon hearing his suggestion. Especially from someone whose existence is the core basis of the Arab League's status quo.

"Why would you?" Tahira wondered,sounding upset "Your people's cause is the Arab League's top priority,the theme which makes this organization what it is."

"That's the underlining problem,Tahira. With all due respect,I issue this vital request because our daily livelihoods shouldn't revolve around 'Palestinian Cause'." Yasser politely argued "Poverty,terrorism,unemployment,post-COVID recovery and oligarchic corruption aren't rooted in Israeli war crimes,two-state solution or suicide bombings in Gaza and West Bank. I think it's time we shuffle 'The Cause" somewhere near the bottom of the League's agenda."

"Yasser has the point." Aymen added,nodding as he took a gulp from his plastic bottle of water.

"Or perhaps we could discuss the 'Sahrawi Cause',in which 560000 parasites disguised as Polisario Front occupy my rightful southern land under Mariac's and Thugira's dual protection for more than half century." the inbred skunk loudly exclaimed mockingly,getting up "It shouldn't come as a surprise that Thugira is a secret sponsor of terrorism,financing couple of terrorist groups against a nation's sovereignty,such as Rif Movement and the 'Moroccan' Republican diaspora!"

Razzaq's jolting of Rasil's right shoulder didn't prevent Yasser from jumping from his seat and slam the desk with his fist.

"WHO ASKED YOUR OPINION,BRATSIL?! YOU DON'T HOST THE SUMMIT,BUT HER!" my younger brother yelled at him "IF YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY,RAISE YOUR FUCKING HAND AND SPIT THE FUCK OUT!"

"Ntaa awtani…" he growled under his breath,then yelled back "IS SCREAMING ALL YOU DO?! SOMEONE SHOULD'VE SLAPPED YOU SOME MANNERS WHEN YOU WERE SCREAMING AT THEATER!"

"'MUH MANNERS!' COMING FROM SOMEONE WHO LIVES IN A SECLUDED MANSION,PAMPERED BY YOUR DEARY AUTOCRAT! UNFAMILIAR WITH POVERTY OCCURING ALL AROUND YOUR NEIGHBORHOOD,'SIR CRINGELLOUN'!"

"Hold up,how do you where I li-"

"He's isn't lying,Ras." Razzaq cut him off,leaning close "Flaunting your esteem while pointing out the flaws of others won't get you anywhere."

Rasil turned his face at him,yet Yasser crouched to unlace his right dirty sandal and hurl it at the former's face on that same second. It hit next to his left eye,making Rasil's head wobble by its effect. When he looked at Yasser,he saw Yas' middle finger.

Pff! Yasser is such a fighter. And if there was a personification of hypocricy,then inbred skunk fits the bill.

Hybrid tension occupied the hall through their chuckles and angry comments. Some of the attendants kept their mouths shut in order not to expand the drivel. Razzaq picked up Yasser's sandal thrown onto Rasil's desk and threw it back at him. He caught it and put his sandal back on. Tahira closed her eyes and counted to 10,trying her best not to lose her composure in public by ignoring Rasil's provocations.

She took a deep inhale.

"Who agrees with Yasser?" Tahira asked the delegates.

To her profound surprise,all of them (including me) raised their hands,once and for all admitting from their chests that sticking to Palestinian Cause was futile.

"So be it." Tahira conceded,letting her hand gently fall onto podium. She then resumed "But before we could talk about non-Palestine topics,I'd like to list the topics of the League's 31st agenda. They're as follows: Terrorism and its impact on the Arab World,the crises in Syria,Libya and Yemen,the ongoing Russo-Ukrainian War,foo-"

"Yeah,let's talk about her benefits derived from purchasing Russian wheat on top of Ukrainian corpses!" Bratsil interrupted her again. God,that brat makes me want to freeze his tongue…

Tahira shivered in anger and clenched her fist so tightly it hurt.

"I won't get into it if you KEEP BLOCKING ME FROM ENUNCIATING MY OPENING STATEMENTS!" the gritted teeth-screaming transition was perfect. Their mutual hostility is palpable "DO IT ONE MORE FUCKING TIME AND I'LL EXPEL YOU FROM THE SUMMIT!"

Bratsil,as though her final warning was meaningless,simply rolled his eyes,puffed (resembling an "Yeah,right." response) and sat down,without any shred of dread or shame appearing on his haughty face. Twenty second later,during which Tahira attempted to collect herself,I looked over my left shoulder and watched Bratsil crumple a paper torn from his notebook page,put it into his oral cavity to mix it with his spit,divided the crumpled paper in three bits and inserted them into a plastic tube,and shot two times at her face plus one at her breasts.

"KARIM! THROW THAT LLAMA OUT!" she yelled,having enough with Rasil's harassments.

The Sudanese rushed from of his seat and tackled Rasil by axillas with his arms,dragging him out of the hall into outside the CIC. Rasil vainly vociferated "LET ME GO,YOU FUCKING NIGGER!" multiple times. And I think they'll argue for some time before Karim comes back. Then again,it was better for Rasil to be disciplined by Tahira than me. Oh boy,my methods are harsher than hers.

So much for your "project",skunk…

"Good riddance!" Yasser shouted in the air.

Feeling relieved,Tahira wiped the spits out and listed the rest of the agenda topics: Food security,energy crisis,Turko-Iranian interference,Arab League reform and yes,the Palestinian Cause.

"Now that the Palestine priority had been set aside,I want all of you to type on your tablets about which of these eight topics shall we give lecture first." Tahira said,after which she headed towards her delegation seat to do what she had told us,sitting between Aymen and Sarah.

The votes were cast. Karim,under Tahira's orders,brought a check list and pen to draw vertical lines signifying how many amount of votes does a theme have. Ranging from Razzaq sitting on the farthest left edge to Hadidja on the farthest right,the results showcased that "Russo-Ukrainian War" had the most number of votes; "Food Security" stood second,"National Crises" was third,and a theme which hasn't been written on the agenda list,named "Digital Economy",had three votes,thus put on the fourth place. While absolutely no one picked the Palestinian Cause (again,everyone's fed up debating about it for 55 years),Digital Economy was voted by Abu,Aisha and Fahad.

Guess Abu was working on his personal project and planned to present it as a new idea for the Arab League to adopt. At best,the upcoming "Digital Economy" proposal compensated his bourgeois lifestyle and his inherent laziness to toil and construct new towers with his maltreated foreign workers. At worst… you may guess what yourselves.

"'Russo-Ukrainian War' it is,then." Tahira concluded after returning to the podium,crouching down and rummaged in her backpack. She grabbed some papers and arranged them flat "Fortunately,I've prepared a speech for just that."

Ten seconds onward. It's going to be interesting.

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"Events have accelerated at a breathtaking pace on Eastern Europe since Russia declared war on Ukraine,on February 24th 2022,under the cover of 'special military operation' with the goal of 'denazifying' Ukrainian government. The belligerents' leaders of this war are Vladimir Putin and the West's new patron saint,Volodymyr Zelensky. Arisha's initial territorial advances in Kiev,Kharkov,Kherson,Melitopol and Mariupol appeared promising in her favor,until Daryna repelled Arisha's forces in her capital leading to latter's withdrawal on April 2nd. Neither Arisha nor Daryna wanted war,nor did they desire to escalate their 8-year old conflict to such an extent that Russia's invasion of Ukraine became inevitable."

"All thanks to Blonde Vermin." Sarah indignantly added,one of the few who use my label for Alfred. We both share the same antagonism towards him "Especially the so-called "Bucha Massacre",a major Ukrainian false flag which forced Russian troops to chicken out of Kiev because they didn't want themselves to be portrayed as 'monsters'. Frankly,this bullshit incident reminds me of the first Benghazi 'massacre' in late February 2011 where NATO exploited Gaddafi's crackdown on Al-Qaeda into casus belli for them to launch war against me,kill the Colonel and ruin my life! Moreover,Western sanctions against Russia boomeranged for the first time in human history; Americans and Europeans have faced stiff costs of living,the deterioration of their families' financial future,fatal inflation,gas shortages,edible bugs and lots of other just desserts." she then flapped her hands "Oh,I can't wait the Winter!"

"Glad you expanded my speech,although you sounded like Ikram with your last sentences."

"You would say the exact things as your sister had you been destroyed by Blonde Verminette,AKA Adele Joly." I mentally told her. Tahira continued.

"However,for all the mostly-deserved comeuppance being inflicted upon Western populations,Europe,North America and Russia aren't the only continents affected. Unlike the petty and counterproductive boycotts on vodka,Siberian cats,Russian ballerinas,Dostoevsky and the letter "Z",we're among the World's most vulnerable to cereal availability and price fluctuations. Mind you,this was before the war ensued. AFTER it,grain prices on our markets spiked off the charts. Wheat,a critical element to Arab daily consumption,provides between 24 and 49% of Arab consumers' daily calories,predominantly via bread. This makes wheat the single most important crop in the Arab region for food and nutrition security."

"Exponentially true what you've just said,Tahira." Khenti joined the speech,holding his mic close to his mouth,crossing his legs "Egypt in particular has a history of bread nexus since my birth in 3150 BC. From emmer-made bread drying in the Sun,my people are always infuriated whenever the price of bread is high enough to trigger riots. Back in 1977,lower-class Egyptians rocked most major cities in Egypt due to Anwar Sadat's 'Infitah' policy of terminating state subsidies on basic foodstuffs. The riots ended the day after once Sadat scrapped Infitah to the dustbin of history. It repeated again in 2008 with different players. Why? Because bread means life to me."

I angled next to him.

"May your grain erase themselves,bug..."

Cuntses turned.

"What did you say?"

"Nada." I reverted my angle.

"Moreso with my case. While Lebanon was already dependent on Russian and Ukrainian wheat,the situation worsened in the wake of the Port of Beirut explosion two years earlier." Bachir added,looking distressful "Short-term as it is,I can't imagine the prospect of long-term consequences for my own population if this war in Ukraine goes on. It's fucking RATIONING my lands,for Dieu's sake!"

"Which only proves my point. The Arab World needs to act in order to sow wheat on vast desert or any empty space for that matter,if possible." Tahira then paused,glancing at Malik "Speaking of which,our stepfather Malik Al-Saud petitioned an essay about non-bread food security days before this summit began. Malik,step forward!"

First Cuntses talked about Palestine,Malpig is going to talk about food security… What's next?! Nayirah,the biggest abortion failure,discussing regional terrorism?!

Malpig,with his donned default black bisht,marched elegantly as the usual claps followed excluding me,Yasser,Sarah,Bachir,Aida and Fahad. Reaching the podium's base,he formed a wide smile in front of his 'stepchildren'. UGH!... That word sounds a lot worse than his title of being our 'stepfather'. Fucking disgraceful…

"Alhamdulillah,Tahira,for inviting me in this solemn occasion." Malik thanked her with quasi-fatherly tone,waving his own speech papers "Here I'll present my speech,written by yours truly,regarding our food insecurity. My former rival Khenti took his part,and now it's my turn to shine."

"With you delivering the speech,I doubt the delegates would take you seriously considering your fat belly makes it seem you're gravid male." I jokingly mocked him,taking the eight cigarette.

Most of us laughed,but he blushed in anger,disbelieved by my jest.

"HA,HA,really funny,Ikram!" Malpig frowned and shouted sharply at me. He didn't frighten me in the slightest.

The crowd calmed down. He took a deep breath and began speaking his shit.

"Per Tahira's prior discussion,the MENA region is very,very,VERY vulnerable. Despite the Saudi lifeline that is oil,my economy was hit hard by record high grain prices as a result of the fiasco in Eastern Europe. Yet,unlike the few worth noting,I've taken action against this plight. As the host had explained the problem,I'll provide solutions which were implemented in KSA months ago." Malpig boasted whilst trying to be reasonable "For those concerned with it,I've allocated around 2.66 billion dollars to address the effects of rising global prices. Half of the amount in my budget was invested to support the strategic inventory of wheat and barley and compensate importers,while the other half lent the private sector to finance contracts that cover the kingdom's needs of the main commodities,including corn,barley and soybeans for no less than six months. I also provided 212 million dollars as additional support for the subsidies presented to breeders and producers. Alternatively,I and my best pal Abu applied agritech measures aiming at encouraging and regenerating local food production capabilities,empowering local farmers,boosting local production through alternative growing techniques,and digitizing the supply chain."

"Did these actions accomplish anything?" Magool Abdi,earthling of Somalia,asked.

"Bismillah,it did." Malik replied "We've eluded the catastrophe. Not only that,but the Gulf Cooperation Council with our OPEC allies decreased oil prices for Europe while increasing them against the Capitol as we're maintaining relative neutrality in this complicated European war."

"Commendable,but what about us,the most affected,who have difficulty making ends meet?" Bachir questioned "Can your measures at least alleviate our poverty rather than eradicate it altogether?"

"We're working on it."

"I knew it!" he shouted angrily,standing up and slapping his desk. He didn't like Malpig's 'We're working on it' excuse at all "You're just like a corporate shill wearing tuxedo carrying a leather briefcase on one hand and a loaf of bread on another,walking down the street and bypassing one starving tramp who hadn't eaten anything apart from dirt for a week!"

"Listen here,you smartass. I didn't acquire a meal ever since I landed at Algiers!"

"Really? Then where did you pump you greasy belly,pig?"

All of us laughed,now out loud. The laughter intensified when Yasser added:

"Guys,let's not pick on Malpig." he smirked mischievously,crossing his arms "He has lots on his plates!"

It got so noisy that the vibrations emitting from laughs engulfed our ears. Malik,outraged,pulled his mic so close to his bearded mouth that it gave a deafening whistle.

"KAFI!"

The screaming echo abruptly stomped the noise into silence. Everyone except Aida couldn't stop herself.

"HA,HA,HA,I'M FUCKING DYING!" she rocked her seat while cackling hysterically with tears,but Abu,who sat next to her,bitchslapped her face mid-sentence.

Malik let out a snort after Tahira apologized for this incident,assuring him it won't happen again. He placed his hands to cover and then move down his face.

"Since most of you don't wish to resolve the food security issue,I'll change the subject. The next subject shall be "Turko-Iranian Interference." He tore the previous papers in half,tossed them on the floor,and picked new papers from his right pocket "An ongoing struggle for influence has been betiding for more than 40 years in the Middle East,between Sunni and Shia forces. Termed "Arab-Persian Conflict",I along with my allies have safeguarded the lives of our fellow Arab Sunnis throughout the region,primarily in Syria,Libya and Yemen,against the Iranian moronic fanatics. Javed has continuously sowed chaos whenever he reaped,being the patron of various jihadist groups like Hezbollah,the Houthis,Taliban,Hamas and Muslim Brotherhood. The last of the five caused the unforgettable havoc that was the Arab Spring,paving the way for the Arab Winter to arise. Further,he and all of his proxies have bonded one another into the rivaling terrorist alliance called "Axis of Resistance",three of whom are right here in this summit. Javed is also vehemently trying to sabotage the glorious Abraham Accords and their positive transformations in the region by means of subversion."

It's worse than I thought… Malpig lecturing on terrorism is vastly awful than his boastful nonsense about oh-how much did that pig achieved during the food 'n' bread crisis. Sure,Javed's allies may be terrorists,but Malpig's own are by quality more vile. They ain't lesser evil like Javed's. He and the Gulf Gang backed the "Free Syrian Army" (the chief enemies of Anisah),Al-Nusra Front,' People's' Mojahedin and Sadrists,to the less-known ones like the Balochi "Army of Justice". And let's not forget the jack of all trades: ISIS.

Listening to him at this very moment will deliver me a migraine. His utter hypocrisies are boiling my blood. I'm misfortunate compared to Yasser; he's napping away Malpig's following speech. Yasser placed his head onto his arms as his pillow the second the Saudi pig declared he'll "change the subject".

"Syria has represented a breach between Iran and Turkey,with the former marionetting its illegitimate government of Assads and the latter occupying Idlib and slices of Northern Syria. They're all competing over who's going to be the next Middle Eastern hegemon,begrudged by our victory in the Arab Revolt when we reclaimed our peninsula from the Ottomans,as well as Mecca and Medina which deprived their status as guardians of the Holy Cities of Islam. For my position on Anisah's readmission in the League,I'll repeat it,Ms. Hostess,on behalf of GCC that I'll continue to oppose her return unless she wholly agrees to distance herself from Javed and Hezbollah. Once these two conditions are fulfilled,I'll guarantee her unity and sovereignty for the foreseeable future." My sister couldn't care less. She prefers to live with the isolation than listening to Malpig. I'd wholeheartedly exchange Malpig for Anisah anytime of the day. "The Second Libyan Civil War has pretty much sufficed into mere ceasefire between 'Government of National Unity',Gaddafists,Haftar Loyalists and Jihadists,without official elections on sight; Yemen is still under unimaginable turmoil over the last eight years as we speak,besieged by Houthi butchers controlling most of the western part of Yemen. They've stolen the humanitarian aid from the GCC,in which 15000 food baskets were supposed to go to hungry families. Massive amounts of aid have been pumped into Yemen,and the famine has only grown worse because the Houthis have used starvation as a weapon. Besides stressing the need to renew the humanitarian truce as an essential step towards the path of peace,I'm ultimately saving Aida from the fate of Anisah."

A deafening shriek struck the ambient. Aida had finally exploded following his evidently-biased statements,breaking free from Abu's clutches. She eagerly wanted to respond to him minutes prior,but Malpig ordered Abu to prevent her from releasing her voice.

"ANT KHANAZIR QALBIA,YOU'RE IN NO FUCKING 'POSITION' TO TALK ABOUT HUMANITARIANISM OR ANISAH!" she screamed at top of her lungs,slamming her desk with her fist. As she tremored in fury,her tears fell down her cheeks. Not of enthusiasm,but of rage "WHY THE FUCK DID YOU OMMITED MENTIONING YOUR TOTAL BLOCKADE AGAINST ME?! YEMENI CHILDREN PERISH FROM CHOLERA AND ANOREXIA BEFORE THEY CAN GET THE CHANCE TO SAY "UM" AND "ABU",THE LATTER WORD BEING THE NAME THIS MAGGOT NEAR ME CONCIOUSLY APROPRIATED IN ORDER TO HIDE HIS TRUE NAME OF 'ABDULLAH'!"

Abu got offended by Aida uncovering his secret and slapped her again,to which she punched him hard in the gut and pushed him off his lectern table into falling to the floor. He slowly got up and barred his teeth. I found satisfaction watching a weaker earthling punching back the otherwise-insufferable bug.

Aida would do wonders had she been stronger like Anisah.

"MY PEOPLE SUFFER FROM MALNUTRITION,MUTILATIONS,DISPLACEMENT,GENOCIDE,LACK OF FUEL,AND EVERY OTHER HORROR YOU AND YOU GANG INFLICT ON THEM BECAUSE OF YOUR BOMBS AND BLOCKADE! YOUR SHIPS CAN'T ALLOW THEM TO ESCAPE HELL YOU CREATED THROUGH EITHER SEA,LAND AND AIR! OVER WHAT!? SHIA HOUTHIS? I'M A PROUD FUCKING SHIA MUSLIMA AND I'LL ALWAYS STAND WITH ANSAR ALLAH! NOT BECAUSE OF JAVED,BUT BECAUSE OF QUEEN ARMA AL-SULAYHI,A MIGHTY ISMA'ILI MONARCH WHO BROUGHT YEMEN TO ITS GOLDEN AGE,BACK WHEN YOU AND ABU WERE BUNCH OF RANDOM TRIBES! STUNNED?! NEVER BOTHERED TO CRACK OPEN THE BOOK OR WIKIPEDIA ABOUT HER! WOMEN FOR YOU ARE ONLY GOOD AT BEING YOUR MAIDS WEARING BURKAS TO BE ABUSED ON YOUR WHIM FOR SLIGHTEST INFRACTION OF YOUR EXPECTATIONS!" Aida took a moment to catch some panting breaths to calm herself a bit. Afterwards,she yelled,but didn't use her lung tops this time "Houthis 'steal' humanitarian aid from you because you'd blast the exact things you're sending due to them being transferred in 'low-life Shia' areas! Nuking Sana'a and Aden won't change SHIT! Afshar Rahimi lives well-off under the Taliban compared to my misery! If there was justice in this wretched World,if the almighty Allah was just,He would've dropped FOUR METEORS IN RIYADH,JEDDAH,ABU DHABI AND DUBAI! ALLAHU AKBAR!"

Epic! Couldn't have said it better. Wish Anisah heard her.

Malpig was barely frightened by her furious speech,believing that Aida somehow is fit to be muzzled for acting like banshee. Instead,he ordered Abu again to restrain her,but she grabbed his right hand and bit it tightly to the pulp.

"I'M FUCKING SICK OF YOU,BASTARDS! I'M SICK OF YOU!" she roared right after Abu pulled fast his bitten hand.

Aida stormed out of the hall and slammed the door shut. Everyone who didn't nap hadn't known how to react to Aida's outburst. All they did was scornfully stare at the Gulf Duo. What most of them hoped for the situation to relax,it got to its worst peak: Nayirah spoke out.

"Let's not deviate from the subject." The Kuwaiti whore repositioned her stupid glasses,holding her AL tablet.

I facepalmed in frustration. 32 years of standing her existence has damaged my blood pressure. Malpig has more dignity than her (by no means have I defended him for saying that)!

"Brushing off what Aida had just caused,I'm concerned over Ansar Allah's rejection of her truce extension and UN efforts to do so. I urge Andres to continue its good offices in a bid to find a political settlement to the Yemeni standoff." GRRRRR!... "Furthermore,I issue a stance based on opposing a military solution of solving Anisah's bloody conflict,paving the way for a political solution that could meet the hopes of Syrian people and maintain Syria's security,sovereignity and territorial integrity. After all,none of this conflict would've happened if it wasn't for Bashar al-Assad's use of chemical weapons in Gouta,Khan Shaykhun and Douma."

I jumped out of my seat and slammed the desk.

"WHAT FUCKING CHEMICAL WEAPONS?!" I yelled at her. My cigarette instantly dropped from my lips "AIDA JUST LEFT THE HALL,AND YOU SPEW THAT MY SISTER'S CONFLICT HAS 'CHEMICAL WEAPONS' INVOLVED! THIS BULLSHIT CLAIM HAS BEEN DEBUNKED FROM THE START!... WHICH ONES?!"

"From your basement,hi,hi,hi!" that bitch giggled,putting her hand covering her mouth.

I grabbed the heavy seat,swung and threw it towards her direction. Fahad pounced at her so as to make her vagina dodge the attack. Seven seconds later,the panicking Tahira rushed towards me and took my elbows to escort me to the hallway. I rolled my eyes. Once we got there,she released me and pouted.

"Are you out of your mind?!" she angrily asked "You almost killed her!"

"Good! Least of what she deserves!" I turned my back at her,crossing my arms "She belongs in the plastic shredder; Blob of blood sprawling across the room!"

"Did her comment seriously trigger you that much?"

"La. Her FACE did!" I turned to her,angered.

"What did she ever do to you to earn such loathing from you?"

"EVERYTHING!" I yelled at her "Nayirah al-Sabah is the obnoxious ro-… LEACH who pisses me off with her presence alone! A giant nail sunk deep into my brain. 'OH! MUH BABIES IN INCUBATORS,BABIES IN INCUBATORS! IKRAM WILL EAT OUR CHILDREN!' SHE'S responsible for spreading her false 'testimony' all around the Global news which made the World fight against me! ANISAH SIDED WITH THEM BECAUSE OF HER! If not for that non-human simian,the Gulf War and the rest of the Middle Eastern bullshit would've never occurred IN THE FIRST PLACE!"

Tahira went silent. Moving her eyes around,she put her hand on her chin to indicate she's thinking through what I've just explained.

"I understand…"

"No you DON'T understand! You DON'T fucking understand!" I snapped,then asked after ten seconds,dropping my arms "Anyway,when will lunch time begin? I'm so goddamn hungry!"

"At 15:00,but I can advance the timeframe to an earlier hours if that'd make you feel better." Tahira offered.

"Excellent! Four hours of listening to various speeches became dull for me."

"Yeah… We really need to take some long break." She concluded,leaving the hallway… only to stop her moves and return to me "I forgot to tell you something."

"What?"

"After lunch is finished,Abu will address his 'Digital Economy' speech. And then it'll be your turn,if you've planned your own speech beforehand."

"Don't bother. I'd rather skip his digital crap to extend the spare time outside the CIC with Yas,moreso because of his maltreatment of Aida."

"Got it."

"As for my 'speech',I didn't write any." I said,sliding my wolfcut bangs above with my hand "However,I have in mind presenting an address about some things that matter,none of which are on the Arab League's agenda. And certainly NOT about Palestine."

"Then what would you talk about if it's none of the designated subjects?"

"It'd be relatable to them,but won't directly be about them." I elaborated,and moved one step forward "Hint: It's about Blonde Vermin."

"Who?"

"Alfred Jones. You didn't hear your sister Sarah referred to him as such during the 'Russo-Ukrainian War' debate." I walked towards the hall's door "I have greater memory capacity."

Tahira entered the hall and announced the delegates that it's time for lunch. Everyone (including the fucking Gulfies) cheered over her announcement and some of them asked her where could be the CIC's dining room. I woke Yasser up from his slumber by shaking his body. He rubbed his eyes with a yawn,wondering if the summit is over. I replied that it's far from over as it'll last until tomorrow afternoon. After that,we followed where Tahira was heading.

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14:15,CIC's Dining Room

Following Tahira's introduction to this banquet hall named "Sahara" shortly after escorting us there,I and Yasser were searching for an apt table to sit at. A table that's as distant from the area where Gulfies glued their asses on as possible,which we ended up sitting far away from both the counter and the exit door among hordes of white dining tables,all of which had three CIC bottles of water put inside three glassy cylinders,several mugs,two blue candles,and a glassy vase with pink roses. Whether or not Tahira arranged the banquet to appear accommodating,the romantic environment defining this place doesn't fit our taste. Maybe Anisah during special events,but never us.

While waiters were busy serving and delivering food to others,absent from our table,I explained what did my younger brother miss out when he slept. Despite the brief headache I got when I reached the Nayirah part,Yasser was allayed that he hadn't subjected himself to the nastiest segment of Malpig's scene.

"Poor Aida,what she has to brook." Yasser said in a tone of sadness and resentment,circling his own table section with fork "Mentally breaking down just like that."

"Anyone can hit their boiling point given enough pressure,but she isn't the only one who has that tendency." I said,litting the twelfth cigar "For all her genuine suffering,I lose my sanity more frequently than her. Probably every fortnight or less."

"And with Malik neighboring her and Abu conquering Socotra,no shit would she sometimes act like a beast."

Someone added near us. We turned around from behind,and saw a black female with short tight curly hair,black eyes,white star earrings and a cyan headband with centered white star,wearing a pirate uniform. It was Magool approaching our table.

"What do you want,Maggie?" I asked,raising my eyebrow.

"Can I sit with you?" she asked back shyly,taking the unoccupied chair by its rail.

We,me and Yasser,looked at each other before reverting back our heads.

"Go ahead." I replied "Why though?"

"My younger sister Safa is having fun with Hadidja outside,so I decided to sit with somebody whose chairs hadn't been taken." she answered,settling on it.

"Fair enough."

Five seconds later.

"True,the Gulfie monkey with his fat bearded gorilla can't leave her in peace. Profit tingles their rapacious urges." I looked at her eyes,moving away my cigar to let smokes fly from my mouth. Then I asked "Now,what's up? I hadn't heard a single new from you or met one another ever since you captured and executed four American simians in 2011."

"Doing better." Magool replied with a kind smile "The situation in my lands has relatively stabilized after 21 years of total anarchy and one decade of transition which resulted with direct multi-party election held on this year,the previous of its kind occurring back in 1969. But in spite of this,I still have lots of work to do. Al-Shabaab continues to control large splashes of southern Somalia barricading roads within these territories amidst the ongoing civil war,my younger brothers Hamse and Osman are still bickering amongst themselves with the former hating my guts and wanting the UN to recognize him - Hell,Hamse even changed his surname from Abdi to Guled so that he can separate from me -,and I'm enjoying the pirate's life,fishing,selling and plundering some loot from Al-Shabaab-controlled coastal villages to earn a living for myself and my siblings."

"Life as a sea outlaw must be super rough." I commented.

"Not that I had much choice." she pouted,sliding her finger on the knife whilst holding it with the other "If it wasn't for Siad Barre fleeing Mogadishu towards Lagos due to rebelling clansmen ejecting him from power,I'd have continued working as a member of the Somali Women's Democratic Organization conducting work actions for the youth,and I'd earned middle income with higher GDP per capita."

"In my case,without Gulf War,I would've remained the most distinguished bodyguard of Saddam receiving 15 times larger salary than getting it as an impoverished mechanic living in piss-poor desolace near Fallujah."

"Haa…" she sighed,then widened her eyes indicating she has remembered something "Ikie,have you heard of Al-Shabaab's latest terrorist attack on Mogadishu five days ago? 121 people were murdered and 350 people were injured."

"Tragic. The mass media didn't report on it,did they?"

"Nope."

"Only the lives of 'angelic' Westerners matter to the Globe. Arabs,Hispanics,Chinese,Russians,Africans,Celts,Pakistanis… They can go fuck themselves!" I sarcastically growled.

Yasser,growing impatient over feeling ignored by Magool,itched to ask something,but was halted by the waiter's arrival at our table. He asked us what do we want to eat. We in return told him which food,and he left. Magool spotted Yasser pouting in frustration with crossed arms,making her concerned for him. She glanced at me first while thinking,then asked the following question.

"How's Anisah?"

The question surprised him in a good way,relieved that she finally paid him attention. However,Yasser was curious why did she ask this. He couldn't find a memory of the period when she and Anisah interacted between each other. Or maybe she did so to simply evoke his interest.

"She's fine,but not to a degree that she isn't alone." Yas calmly replied "My older sister is still suspended from attending the Arab League's summits."

"For shame. Except in the League,I hadn't formally encountered her anywhere. At least,anywhere in open since 2011." Magool said,observing her surroundings "Via news,I kinda admire her. She's has the character of a fox: cunning,brave,daring and shrewd. And at her most negative side,she's icy cold. One would never know what would she do if that person harmed her or her loved ones personally,either mentally or physically."

"Oh,indeed! Anisah can lose control over her emotions easily and get upset over the top,albeit not very often,whenever she gets informed about me getting struck by IDF or Hamas' rockets. Aside of this,her biggest flaw is-is…is… Uhm,Ikram," he turned to me,snapping his fingers to remind himself "what's the trait you mentioned when we were inside the plane?"

"Pea-brained." I answered,smiling back at them "Anisah has a problem of not catching correct conclusions in the middle of making choices despite her intelligence,of having a qualified brain with the size of a pea. Specifically,she's deeply naive."

Magool paused,then smiled again.

"Believe it or not,her people have contributed to Somalia's economy and enriched my culture." she confidently added,implying a small plot twist that her relationship with Anisah isn't merely limited to watching TV about her.

"Like how?"

"Even through her engulfed civil war,droves of Syrian refugees performed substantially as they're integrating into Somali society." she began explaining "A Syrian man named Zakariye Azerkan had founded a popular Syrian restaurant in Mogadishu called 'Alwarda Alshamia',while a couple of them are dentists who have already opened local clinics,and Syrian doctors with various specializations who operate hospitals there."

"Nice to know." Yasser winked,then frowned,switching his happy tone into a hateful one "Unlike Malpig."

"Malik?"

"Nem."

"Correct. He's fattest arrogant lying prick." Magool spat in disgust "Hyenas are more trustworthy than him."

Glad she shares our opinion on him.

"Then why did you ask a positive question of 'Did these actions accomplish anything?'?" Yasser questioned.

"My government occasionally vexes me into pretending to be polite towards Malpig. He and his sidekick Abu only care about their pockets." she angrily divulged,forming a sneering expression "There was one recent instance. It happened in Geneva at the Palace Of Nations on November 2021: Malik and I were arguing over the issue of illegal fishing done by a Saudi fisherman in the Gulf of Aden. Being a fisher myself while that pig never lifted his finger on a fishing pole in his extravagant life,I scorned him for not enforcing his maritime border laws that was previously agreed on in 1967,calling him 'backstabbing Bedouin'. It caused Malpig to yell at Hans Buehler to sanction me for the entirety of the 'talks',and for my government to censure me for two months because I angered the alleged 'ally'. He knew he wouldn't get away with it had he instead slapped me."

"And I thought Bratsil was a stingy douchebag…"

Magool slammed the desk with her fist and lowered his upper body whilst her left hand was placed on her forehead,getting irritated.

"Ilaahow… I wish I fucking brought my sword to slice their clothes to shreds coupled with deserved scars… At least they'd start watching their uncouth attitudes forever."

"And deter them from ever harming Aida?" I asked.

"That too,my friend. That too."

Yasser,to restore her mood,offered a cup of water for her to drink it. She peeked at it through the uncovered part of her fingers,and took it gently.

"Mahadsanid!" she joyfully replied,gulping a sip.

At that moment,the waiter put our ordered food on the table. We thanked him out of gratitude,and he left. Each of the three meals was delicious. We ate them for minutes,enjoying the delicacy.

"Hey,you two!" I dropped my knife and fork after swallowing a slice of Chakhchoukha "Wanna hear a joke? It's based on true story involving me."

"Sure!" they simultaneously answered.

"Alright." I started the joke "One night in a Baghdadi bar - I believe it happened in 2007 during the surge of Blonde Vermin's troops -,an American soldier,British soldier and I were sitting on our stools drinking cold beer. The first simian took his glass,drank the beer in one go,threw the glass in the air,pulled out his gun and shot it into little pieces,stating that in America,they have such cheap glasses that they don't need to drink them from one or two gulps. The second,obviously impressed by what he just saw,did the same as the American soldier,saying 'We in Britain have so much material for the production of glass that we don't need to drink twice from the same glass.'. Smirking maliciously,I drank my beer,threw my glass in the air,pulled out my pistol and,instead of firing at the glass,I shot in their heads,commenting 'We have so many Anglos in Iraq that we wouldn't give a shit about drinking beer.'!"

I laughed my ass off,rapidly rocking my chair back and forth. Yasser and Magool on the other hands didn't seem to laugh with me. I sense they didn't find my joke funny at all.

"Ikram,w-w-what's so funny about it?" she asked,looking a bit creeped out.

"BAHA,HA,HA,HA! T-t-the BLOOD!" I incoherently replied mid-laughter with closed eyes "FUCKING POOLS!...C-C-COMING OUT OF THEIR CORPSES! HA,HA,HA!"

They turned to look at one another. As I kept cackling,Magool asked Yasser:

"Why is he laughing like a maniac? Is he insane?"

"Yes he is." Yasser whispered in her ear "Alfred's dual wars against my brother plus their aftermaths reduced his sense of humor into dark sarcasm and gore. For the reason I still struggle to comprehend,Ikram becomes eerily exhilarated whenever blood splatters across his body and/or face. All I know is that he suffers from Adrenaline Rush and PTSD,is permanently psychotic,never ONCE went to a therapy or mental asylum,and is a serial killer."

"WHAT?!" she quietly shouted.

"Believe me,he told me long ago. Due to his overwhelming obsession to avenge the deaths of Iraqis and Arabs since he learned how to torture in 1991 after the defeat in the Gulf War,he tortures Western soldiers,random criminals,Kurdish citizens,Islamists and sometimes tourists,in most creative and most extreme fashions. At one point,he drilled a blonde soldier's eye pupils who happened to be wearing glasses. He used that extreme method because he resembled Alfred a bit too much. He even used to - no,I won't say the actual word - …do 50 Kurdish women within the spam of 1991 until 1993 when he stopped doing it. Ikram just can't resist himself."

"My God…"

She cleared her throat which abruptly ceased my laughs,as well as my chair raised back upwards.

"Hmm?"

"I think you should seek hyena therapy,Ikram."

I swiftly stood up.

"MA?! LA,I refuse to attend the mental terrorist procedure!"

"Yasser told me you never went there."

I grimly glared at Yasser,barring my pointy teeth and crossing my arms. Yasser's heart jumped a little as a result.

"The fuck should I?!"

"Because you're a completely broken wreck."

I rolled my eyes.

"Ok,even if that were the case,what would your precious hyena do during the therapy?" I angrily objected.

"You'll get locked up in a room with a hyena and wait for that beast to see the demons causing the madness and drive them out." the Somali smartass explained "I myself was healed few times in my lifetime during Somalia's period of turmoil."

"Does hyena know how to talk?"

"No,but they do detect inner demons inside a patient through their senses."

"I've studied demonology for twenty years and you and your hyenas don't know HOW SOULS WORK!" I shouted at her,getting fooled around,pushing my arms downwards "Hyenas are canid beings,not telepathists!"

"Well,a hyena may feast on you if it finds your demons to be too difficult to erase."

"And I'd skin it alive if he dares to approach me with open jaws! Fuck your hyenas and the way did you come up with such bullshit! Mention 'hyena' and 'therapy' in the same sentence one more time and I'll-"

"LOOK,THE BELL IS RINGING!" Yasser suddenly shouted,pointing at the clock on the wall "THE LUNCH TIME IS OVER!"

Every earthling at the banquet hall corresponded with the ringing by steadily leaving the room. Those who failed to finish their meal on time left their food remnants as leftovers.

"Shit! My speech will be next after Abu spews his 'Digital Economy' nonsense!"

"You're gonna deliver a speech?!" Yasser interjected in shock "How come?!"

"Tahira insisted when she escorted me to the hallway."

"Fine,but don't turn it into next Nuremberg like you did in 2012 at the Arab League summit in Baghdad!" he told me "Me and your siblings don't call you 'Arab Hitler' for nothing!"

"I'll try my best not to rant,even though I must."

"Why?"

"No one else would bother to examine actual dire problems besetting us!"

"In the meantime," Magool then added "can we go outside to play with Safa and Hadidja while Abu speaks his shit?"

We both nodded.

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16:10

"Before I address who are our true enemies of the Arab Race and their mentality,none of which having to do with today's Arab League USELESS agenda,I'd like to warn you that this speech will not be Gulfie-friendly. Attend at your own peril,Gulfies."

The Gulf Gang in particular looked around for mentioning them,and then gawked at me.

"Except Nagirah. That cockroach's absence is mandatory so that my blood pressure doesn't fly to the roof. Karim,kick her out of my sights!"

"Who are you calling 'cockroach'?!" Nagirah objected,but was too late to expect an answer since by this point my best friend grabbed her wrist and sent her outside.

I took twenty seconds of silence to find where should I begin,as the delegates watched me standing atop of the stage holding his chin thinking through,gathering sufficient knowledge with oratory skills for the speech.

"Arabs,descendants of Qedarites,Lihyanites,Nabataeans,Sabaeans and the Palmyrene Empire,harbringers of Prophet Muhammad,defenders of the Holy Land and warriors of ancestral liberation,didn't emerge any differently than almost every other culture of the World known to us: A small talented race with organizational ability and creativity has in the course of many centuries overlapped other cultures,absorbing them on one half and adapting them on the other. Our generational evolution and development,since 1258,has been continuously disrupted by the sworn enemies of the Watan,by people who simply didn't stand our success so necessary for the Arab Race because it opposed their fancies."

"What kind of revisionist hura is this? 'Qedarites,Lihyanites,Nabataeans,Sabaeans and the Palmyrene Empire'; Arabs came out of Muhammad,not on your fantasies!" Malpig retorted,making most Arab earthlings look askance at him.

I glared.

"Coming from an illiterate swine who hadn't studied Arab history beyond the selective information extracted within your bubble." I replied contemptuously,annoyed "Zip your lips for your own health… And people birthed from Muhammad are Muslims,not Arabs!"

Malpig grunted,all the while Aida and Bachir said 'True' as a response to my comments.

"There are six enemies of the Arab Race,which are: Westerners,Turks,Persians,Mongols,Faux 'Arabs' and 'Termites'. Notice I didn't mention 'Zionists'? That's because they're on the Westerner category. More on them later." I inhaled,waiting for 10 more seconds before resuming "The Arab Race,who was able to spearhead forth the Iranian and Greek soil within two decades while they were warring amongst themselves over Mesopotamia,cut Byzantium down to size,established the Islamic Golden Age and repelled Western Crusaders in Levant,became mired with degrading contradictions,ironies and wrong assumptions. When Mongols,the nomadic horde originating from Altai Mountains to Gobi Desert,annihilated Baghdad in 1258,our laborious prosperity died with the fall of Abbasid Caliphate,the embodiment of Arab Glory. Weren't for the bellicose Farsi murder of Temujin's Muslim envoy in Samarkand,the Mongols,as well as their biological successors Turks,would never have annexed Khwarazmian Empire,rampaged Mashriq and entered the gates of Southern Europe. Anatolia could've been acquired as our new Arabic region connecting,and then competing,with hitherto backward West and have Turks nested in Central Asia,Northern China and Siberia,but they've just got there first. History was on their side." I paused for a moment,hoping that at least some of my siblings is typing my verbal notes on their tablets. "Consequently,numerous khanates were created through disintegration of Ilkhanate,including the Seljuks,began dominating Mashriq while leaving the Arabian Peninsula to tribes. Turks also forced Salahadin's Ayyubid Dynasty to absorb their blood into forming the Mamluk Sultanate,which Turkomans were fortunately kind enough to adopt our culture and rebrand Abbasids until the Ottomans stole our sovereignty and everything we held dear. Ottomans were our first subjugators,the first irony out of several ironies."

Quick pause. Picking up a glass of water to gulp a sip,I expected Yasser,Bachir,Magool,Sarah or Malpig ask 'What are the rest of the Arab ironies?'. As far as I can see,no one did it. They all listened,as it should be.

"Beginning with the Urabi Revolt which sought to depose the Turks and end the Anglo-French influence over Egypt - a revolution which Khenti and most of you have never heard of up until now -,we Arabs secretly drifted away from the Ottoman Empire during the Scramble for Africa. But even then,for all the half millennia of subjugation and its stomping of us to the bottom disabling us from ever reaching the level of Abbasid science and greatness,Ottoman domination is nothing compared to Western conquest and later indirect war against us. On the eve of WW1,when Hussein al-Hashimi,whose descendants were exiled in Jordan by the Saudis,made an assumption that Britons and Frenchmen will reward Arabs with an unified Arab state if they've sided with the Allies to win the war,they've backstabbed us with their Sykes-Picot 'Agreement' where they drew borders for partitioned artificial entities we got today,namely Iraq,Syria,Lebanon,Jordan and Palestine,and used our current lands as colonies. Mainly because the leader of the Arab Revolt was ironically an Anglo called Thomas Lawrence. Another offence the West had made was the 'Balfour Declaration',in which Rothschild-led Jewish usurpers with Anglo backing validated the eventual creation of Israel. From its very day of creation,Israel and its hook-nosed IDF acted - and still does - as the West's chief yet tiny proxy used against our kin in whichever possible ways. With our defeats against Anna Snothirsch in 1948 and 1967,Pyrrhic victory in 1973,Khenti's betrayal,Gulf War and America's war against me,Sarah and Anisah,the pursuit for the complete,pure and strong Watan has been given up by almost all Arabs,many of whom have defected towards Jihadism seeking some global theocratic 'Caliphate'."

"I still support Pan-Arabism,Ikram." Tahira tried to console me.

"Easy for you to say it,Tahira. Pan-Arabism is as dead as my sanity."

"More like dormant." Sarah corrected.

"Heh. Who else supports the Arab Unity?" I asked with a hopeful smile "My sister does."

Sarah and Tahira obviously raised their hands,followed by Karim,Yasser,Aida,Malik and Abu. The reasons why the last two did is suspicious.

"Since when did you support Pan-Arabism,Malik? Your finances tell me you backed anything but."

"A royalist Arab realm uniting all of its constituent nations would garner prestige higher than an oil flow." Malik confidently argued "Besides,the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia has 'Arabia' in its name."

"United States of America has 'America' in it and yet it doesn't control the totality of the Americas."

"Or South Africa southern Africa." Magool added.

"Same goes for you,Aboom." I pointed my finger at him "What would your 'United Arab Emirates' spreading across hypothetical emirates within the Arab World accomplish?"

"Futuristic cities and rich living standards?"

"Incorrect. You'd bring enslaved foreign migrant workers,warped maids and poop trucks."

"No I w-"

"SIT DOWN!" I clamored.

Aboom did what he was told and grumpily crossed his arms. Fucking brat…

"So many times did I hear from the Arab League how it's working on its Pan-Arab dream,but have you ever asked yourselves what halts Arab nations from uniting into one Watan?"

The delegates shook their heads.

"The West and our greedy elites!" I loudly answered "Except Syria,all of our governments don't share the exact ideology from which Pan-Arabism was advocated. They're pathologically inconsistent on who's going to be the proper leader of Arabia every time they sincerely raise that issue,hence no official call for a region-wide referendum! Setting aside the latter,the former is our sworn enemy,led by our nemesis Blonde Vermin of America. Israel,while a major enemy,isn't THE enemy. Believing that Anna is the quintessential enemy of ours and that destroying her from existence would usher a 'happily ever after' ending has blinded us from recognizing the enemy to begin with! Not having access to Sinai via Ilat isn't an argument,either!" I then proceeded with 'The West' point "Until they shifted their attention to Russo-Ukrainian War which THEY'VE caused,Westerners were manipulating our governments and societies for their own strategic,political and economic interests! They,especially Anglosphere and France,have very effectively divided and conquered us,exploiting our rivalries and political quarrels for their own gain! They've unleashed chaos and used our differences and our way of life… AGAINST US!"

I slammed the podium desk with my fist as my yell made the microphone feedback all around the hall. Placing my hand on my face,I took a deep breath and continued.

"Western Arabophobic travesties aren't just limited to interventions,propaganda and stereotypes. Their invectives have targeted our pride,our wealth,language,Quran,skin color,activities and even our clothes we wear; shitting that we're by default terrorists,desert-dwelling tribesmen,wild mob who need to be crushed beneath their boots,or every other label which in reality reflect their snobbish character! From various news outlets to internet cavemen that are bloggers,including the so-called 'Counterjihadists',who taunt us,pry on us and breathe down our necks while we do ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO FIGHT THEM BACK! These untermensch snakes faced little consequences for their actions,apart from merited terrorist attacks initiated by Al-Qaeda and ISIS. While a Western simian on one side ruthlessly exploits people through Capitalism,he also introduced the bastardization of blood,otherwise known as 'interracial marriage',which for example the Hashemite nobility marry British women instead of pureblooded Arab females - The House of Hashim might as well be known as House of Windsor's Arab Branch -. They've also created drones,a weapon created by first-class cowards to be used by their brats who've only enlisted in the military because they spend 10+ hours playing Call of Duty every day without participating in armed training,instead of coming out in the open firing at enemies like men! Seven centuries ago,when Western Europeans - minus Spaniards and the Portuguese. They're sole exceptions,for they're also suffering from Western abuses throughout history for similar reasons. The latter have partial Arab blood running through their veins thanks to Al-Andalus – bathed in their urine,flagellated themselves and shoved rooster's anus onto their wounds to cure the Black Plague,we Arabs contributed to advancing in literature,philosophy,science,medicine,mathematics and art. We could've reached their present level if not for the Ottomans. Lastly,the magic secret from which the Westerners and their useful minions the Jews,Freemasons and Protestants thrived at everyone else's expense was the Age of Enlightenment,the intellectual movement which skyrocketed their power after they had enough of wars over whose Christianity was authentic. In particular,it was the American Revolution who changed it all.

The American Revolution,regarded as the apex of the Enlightenment,was done when a dimwit rabble of wannabe philosophers,AKA 'Founding Fathers',rebelled against the United Kingdom's taxes on stamps and tea. They were even bigger whiners than the Arab Race under the Ottomans,because we didn't revolt against Turks over overpriced tea as though tea itself is a crucial necessity on par with bread and water! Once the American Revolutionary War was launched in 1776 and ended in 1783,aided by Blonde Verminette,Jeroen and Maria,Americans have established the literal manifestation of degeneracy,decadance,corruption and ultimate evil: United States of America. Founders of that nemesis nation-state have encapsulated its ratified ingredients that were 'US Declaration of Independence',the Constitution,Bill of Rights,Star-Spangled Banner,Classical Republicanism,Liberalism,Capitalism,Individualism,and Liberty into one whole,in the name of 'individual rights' and freedom for freedom's sake. All of these concepts are the sources of World's problems. Justice ought to have had that revolution fall into dust and taken the British Empire with it; an ugly bitch and her uglier brat signing their death warrant! Apart from their precious flag,'They the People' hold the Constitution sacrosanct,since that contemptible toilet paper of a document is Blonde Vermin's supreme law. Western version of freedom is dedicated for colonizers; ours are for the liberated. 'Life,Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness' - but they didn't dare add 'Property' into it because the Founders owned Blacks and Native Americans as slaves at that time - so that they can do whatever they wished or commit crimes without fear of repercussions at,again,the expense of rightful inhabitants of North America before they were reduced to 3% of the US population.

The Bill of Rights constitutes first ten amendments of 33 amendments of the Leader of the West's first constitution,in which its Individualism puts one retard's 'rights' above the society,where ones opinion without far-sight must be taken seriously by the masses regardless if he's right or wrong. Who allows that retard the right to give advises to his superiors who've earned their positions of power through hardship and struggle?! None,but those with adopted Western forms of government do. As I don't adhere to the notion of 'human rights',people aren't entitled to allowances just because they were born. Rather,people abide by hereditary rights inherited from ones race of origin per each generation and earned through fulfilling duties to the nation,family and Watan. This particular concept never violate a race's social structure,whereas Western 'human rights' via Liberalism despiritualizes human beings and transforms them into materialistic hoarders whose highest ideal is moneymaking." I paused,then continued "Out of Bill of Rights' ten amendments,the first two are their most important. The First Amendment deprives a National Regime from controling religions,inspect speech of others,regulating assemblies and combating dissent. 'Freedom of Speech' is bullshit: It's only a camouflage word for 'freedom' to insult someone without consequences,to protect ones tongue from getting burned if one hadn't admitted responsibility for stating something. Speech is speech; people having conversations with one another isn't 'freedom of speech',but simply speech. If someone insults ones mother,he better expect himself to get punched in the face for saying this. Of course,those who oppose that concept is branded a 'Totalitarian'! Western earthlings and their people are in general terms hypersensitive. They regard anything that stands in their way of their 'freedoms' as 'totalitarian': Getting arrested for assaulting someone publicly or violating certain boundaries is 'totalitarian' to them; getting banned from social media for violating terms of service is 'totalitarian'; Persecuting LGBTQABCD+-*÷ for shoving their lifestyle up the people's throats is 'totalitarian'; Giving someone an F to a student is 'totalitarian'! Well,brothers and sisters,Angloids and their Western henchmen have never realized that Totalitarianism isn't the childish word to describe petty 'injustices',but the most vital instrument of preserving nation's immune system. That's why we Arabs panic and fight the forced imposition of democracy by our enemies due to it destroying stability,order and law,as opposed to the latter not being accustomed to extensive authority like we are.

As for the Second Amendment,Americans merely borrowed the 'right' to own guns for self-defense from ancient cultures. Before the invention of gunpowder by the Chinese,societies like Spartans owned swords,spears,knives,shields with which they trained at the age of 7 to resist Persians - the marginal players of Mashriq turned major rivals thanks to Ayatollahs' revolution in 1979 -. Owning weapons isn't a 'right',but common sense.

Next in line of European decay towards Anglosphere's Westernization was the French Revolution,a well intentioned revolution launched against their own fat pompous monarchs akin to Gulfies until Freemasons,or Proto-Globalists,corrupted it into a largely negative event which resulted in the entrenchment of 'Liberty,Equality,Fraternity'. Egalitarianism is also an alien concept flung at our faces,the idea of absolute human sameness in which minorities have the same privileges as indigenous majority. Our comrade Anisah,while being an otherwise shining nationalist example,is absolutely wrong with permitting non-Arabs to play a role within social framework. Each nationality must belong to a homeland outside ours or,to quote Benito Mussolini who was the first man to identify the perpetrator of Western decadence: 'Everything within,nothing without'. Four decades later and Communism came to the stage,a termite as well as our secondary enemy. It's the partial Anti-Western ideology which supports Materialism,Internationalism and have little understanding of what a race truly aspires towards,believing that history is nothing else but Class Str-"

"Wait a second. Are you a Fascist?" Aida suddenly asked.

I moved my eyes up and stuck my tongue out a bit.

"Nem,and I'm PROUD to carry that badge of honor!" I exclaimed "O the horror! Revelation of the century! Anisah and Tahira acknowldedged ages ago that I'm officially a hardcore Fascist since Saddam,or rather the born-again one because the first time I embraced Fascism before abandoning it was in 1935 when I joined the Al-Muthanna Club,the original Pan-Arabist party from which Nasser falsely adopted as his own and where Saddam was a pioneer of the Futuwwa youth movement when he was a teen,and served Rashid al-Gaylani,the Iraqi Leader whom I steadfastly worked for him and deemed him as Saddam's ideological father despite not being related."

"Damn! That's an interesting background." she commented,astonished "I and Magool are Communists. Would you slay us for being so?"

"Nah I won't,Aida." I relieved her "I'm not like Blonde Vermin."

"I've already got used to my cousin's radical way of thinking." Tahira told her through microphone "His extremism overlaps his insanity."

"Oh,hayaa!" Malpig shouted "That smelly hooligan talked for forty minutes without showing signs to stop! We won't reach the outcome of the summit if he's allowed to speak hours on end!"

"HEY,SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH,PIG!" Yasser yelled,getting up and slamming the desk "WHEN YOUR TURN FOR SPEAKING CAME,EVERYONE GOT A HEADACHE FOR LISTENING TO YOUR BOASTFUL BULLSHIT!"

"ATTITUDE!..."

"He's right,Mal." The Jordanian boy said "Although a little sleep-inducing,no one agitated your speech and called to cease it."

Five seconds later of silence. Malik growled.

"Shukran,Yas." I thanked my brother from the podium.

Once more,I resumed the lecture.

"Founded in the aftermath of WW1,Fascism is the first ideology that answered the call of salvation,the antidote aiming to rescue Europe and the World from Anglo-manufactured Western cancer. It enshrined values defying Western 'Civilization' that were Militarism,strong societal regimentation,courage,chivalry,autarky,freedom from foreigner infuence and an independent,centralized leadership. It also demonstrated that freedom can't achieve its true meaning without responsibility,without which would only become another word for anarchy and criminality. Adolf Hitler,who perfected Fascism into Nazism,together with Mussolini and Hideki Tojo,formed the Axis Powers in order to liberate the World from the Allied Forces of Anglo-American Judeo-Protestant depravity and free subjugated cultures with it. Hungary,Romania,Bulgaria,Finland,Croatia,Slovakia,Iraq and Thailand soon joined in. However,Hitler made two mistakes preluding Axis' WW2 defeat: One was his assumption that the Soviets had little in common with the Nazis,when Russians,despite Bolshevism,shared the common Capitalist nemesis in the West with Germans. Believing that Russians are equally subhuman gnats as the British and French,he nullified the Nazi–Soviet Alliance and declared war on Stalin's Soviet Union,which four years later became his folly. Two,Hitler,along with his ideological predecessors and foreign colleagues like Corneliu Codreanu in Romania,erroneously misused Jews to being the catch-all term for every force working for the sabotage of World's functions,rather than being vice versa that Jews are the small yet powerful adjunct of Western goals. Exterminating millions of French swine battling for their bulwark of Egalitarianism and African Plight would've coalesced Francophonic Africans for fresh future. Nuking New York with V-2 rockets,before Blonde Vermin Alfred could steal German nuclear technology,would've caused complete euphoria among the belittled Global South,as New fucking York is the hive of the West; The Big Rotten Apple,citadel of Global vice and hubris,domain of corporate FILTH that is Wall Street,shelter of brainwashing enemy pundits and journalists,graveyard of the World Trade Center,inhabitance of that slut of a statue upraising her torch of sin,New World's Dubai,city of American joy; Everything rendered to ash and rubble."

I chuckled menacingly.

"Like I've said earlier,we did nothing to fight these self-righteous simians back. Beyond lengthy insurgencies where we put bullets through Western soldiers' heads,torturing Marines,and initiated terrorist attacks against them. Now we,other than myself and Jihadists,no longer feel the yearning to defend ourselves,to bring these non-human vermin down at home and aboard,military and civilian alike. Not anymore awaiting the appearance of a new Salahadin to butcher the invading zallam and breach enemy shores. The only time we delivered a fatal blow against them was on 9/11,the greatest day of September where Osama bin Laden and his Magnificent 19 thrust the Twin Towers,Pentagon and the White House had the passengers on the third target not ricocheted these brave warriors into a random field in Pennsylvania. Osama is a racial hero of ours,though I'm sure all of you would firmly disagree because he was an Islamist,yet the difference between Arab Nationalist sponsorship of terrorism and that of Gulfies is that the former NEVER ATTACK THEIR OWN BRETHREN,not the Anglo-French installed oil monarchs who have no place in the Watan,selling our freedoms,compromising our honor and keeping their riches for themselves! He's the only moral Saudi,with these 15 martyrs,who sacrificed his own fortune and willingly embraced destitution to defend Muslim populace in Afghanistan and elsewhere against Capitalist and Communist corruption. We practiced his way of fighting on Israel countless times,but rarely on Americans and Western Europeans. Zios are easy pickings,but none apart from ISIS is able to boldly terrorize them,like how the Black September started trouble in Munich 1972 by slaughtering a dozen Israeli athletes. We should form our own Arab Nationalist terrorist militias to accomplish the same thing,and perhaps gather dozens of likeminded people to form Axis' successor organization with goal of liberating the Globe from Western filth,like 'Global Liberation Alliance'. If you now think I'm defending the Daesh because I secretly favor them,you'll be right. Here's my confession: During the Iraqi insurgency,diehard Saddamist loyalists which I'll always be part of and Al-Qaeda were allies against Angloids. When the Islamic State emerged at its heyday in 2014,I joined the ISIS ranks because I hoped they would overthrow the Kurd-led Iraqi government."

Everyone gasped in shock.

"Shocking,isn't it? They didn't like having a secular militant enlisted into their faux 'Caliphate',but their 'Caliph' Ibrahim al-Badri tolerated me for providing them information about enemy secret locations,strengthening their spy networks and presented new battlefield tactics. Al-Badri's terrorists were terrified of my cruelty. For a single year,I slaughtered Kurdish termites and Iraqi government traitors. But when they threw me out of the bus aiming for establishing their theocracy rather than restore the rightful regime of the Ba'ath,I severed ties with them. I partially created ISIS; therefore I've slain them mercilessly and erased them from Iraq. Not because I did favors for my simian government or Befrin Evine whom I had a three-year long teeth-clenched teamwork with until the Battle of Mosul was over,but because we shared a common enemy. Nothing united a race more vehemently than a common enemy striving to kill them,however deserving. I joined ISIS and left because Daesh represented the BREAKING POINT of Muslims,of Muslims who have had enough of Westerners bombing their families and fucking over their lives and politics! I still deep down support their actions carried out outside our soil,but NOT against our fellow Arabs! The MINUTE they start killing us,they'll forfeit our trust and respect for them. They're not like Al-Qaeda and the Taliban. However… he-he-he… the terrorist assaults on the West are… ecstatic. Detonated bombs imploding hundreds of guilty men,women and children,cargo trucks stampeding countless civilians painting the street red with blood,nail-bombing complicit brats in British concerts and traumatizing their parents as their tears of pleading for mercy fall dry,charred corpses filling the squares releasing blood from their insides,throwing acid at their faces,screaming mass fleeing for safety… Arrogant simians turned miserable by a single explosion! Best part? The blood,red liquid of unimaginable joy as they beg for forgiveness on their last seconds of their lives. Blood of pain and suffering these insects have inflicted terror upon our hearts in Mashriq and North Africa,blowing back their evildoing onto their faces. Blood,BLOOD,BLOOD! HA,HA,HA,HA,HA,HA,HA!"

"IKRAM!"

I abruptly stopped grinning,and loudly cackling my ass off,looking confused.

"Your speech will be terminated for crossing the line!" Khenti angrily yelled,standing up and slamming the desk "I WON'T tolerate borderline sadism!"

"Don't reprimand me,Cuntses! These roaches aren't fucking innocent!" I angrily argued whilst shivering in malicious excitement "Madeleine Albright spat that half a million Iraqi children's deaths were worth it! Would you call that subhuman old fart 'innocent'?! Would you force me to bleed my heart for her?!"

"Guess n-"

"WESTERN AND AMERICAN CIVILIANS ARE THE GUILTIEST OF ALL FORCES DEMEANING OUR MISERY!" I yelled at him "They elect presidents and prime ministers who slaughter our kin! Everyone who puts voting papers on a ballot,particularly the Texan BUSH NEANDERTALS,is guilty! Voters who chose the opposing candidate are also guilty because they enable the same grandstanding policies he'll pursue! Even those who don't vote or rally against Imperialist wars are guilty! ALL OF THEM ARE FUCKING GUILTY! The only people who are innocent among these vermin are Blacks,Hispanics,Asians,Native Americans,Non-Western Whites and those foolish Arab and Pakistani immigrants in the Anglosphere! Our endmost nemesis is,and will always remain,those blonde-haired,blue-eyed,glasses-wearing and bomber jacket-donning LITTLE ALFREDS!"

My shriek got better of me. I'm losing my marbles now. The adrenaline... Inevitable as it turned out,after panting with my hand on forehead feeling buzzes ringing my mind,I slowly stepped out of the podium,called Yasser to follow me and told the delegates that the speech is over. Tahira subsequently halted the summit for tomorrow,and told them to do whatever they want now that I and Yas were gone. I also distinctly heard her announcing that tomorrow she and Rasil will hold a long debate against one another. Compelling or not,I left CIC to take another walk with Yasser and Magool in Algiers.

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22:30,inside a CIC residence room

The temporary residence room we received from CIC official was double-bedded. A lamp was standing on a simple brown drawer intermediate of our beds; four connected windows were plastered rightwards where the Mediterranean Sea and CIC's gardens can be viewed,and our room had a decent bathroom. Decent athwart our sham ones. When Yasser and I entered the room,we were exhausted from everything that has happened today. Wanting to rest,we unpacked our stuff from our luggage,bathed and then let our bodies drop on bedsheets.

Removing my clothes,tanktop,boots and torn socks,with only pants remaining,I sat there contemplating everything that has happened today. From the arrival in Algiers,our unwanted encounter with Rasil,Khenti's introduction to the Arab League's 31st session,roundabout speeches,to the conversation with Magool and Algiers nightout,the day transpired well. The usual summit discussions for now were different from most sessions. My siblings have finally deigned to discuss other topics that weren't about Palestine,listening to their perspectives. Even the ones I loathe (Khenti and Gulftards). Not only that,this session was the first time I remember that allowed greater free time to engage in anything that isn't participating in the summit all day.

As I lit one last cigarette for today,Yasser laid on his bed scrolling Google on his phone,not knowing how else would he entertain himself. We played cards for less than an hour after showering before we got bored with them. He tried to call Anisah,but the unavailable beeps were its only replies.

"You really needed to turn the summit into Nuremberg!" he berated,pausing the game and leaving his phone onto the drawer "I can't understand why you don't know how to sum up your speech into max ten sentences without losing it!"

"Because I must. None of the rest bothers to conceive our problems deeper beyond surface analyses." I explained,getting a bit ticked off from Yas' loud tone "I had to get them off my chest."

"Most of the audience will dismiss everything you've said."

"Eh... I know."

"Imagine if Anisah witnessed your slow descend into mini-lunacy had she listened to your statements? She would get outraged."

"I don't think she would." I argued,looking away at the mirror "She's used to my rants."

"I can't get her response."

"Let me try to call her." I grabbed my phone and typed her phone number,placing it on my ear. It beeped "Shit…"

"Again?"

"Nem… Anisah is probably busy with her architectural projects,or sleeping… or Allah-knows what. She'll contact us tomorrow,guaranteed."

Yasser looked through the window again. Twenty seconds of silence passed,and he walked towards me.

"Uhm… Bratsil…"

"What about him?" I raised my head.

"I'm worried." Yasser said,shyly tapping his index fingers "His remark that we'll see his 'project' is stuck in my brain."

"That's just him interrupting Tahira. Nothing serious came out of him."

"I know that,but… Watching him smirk all the time in the banquet hall and at the hallway indicated that something bad is going to happen."

"Even after Tahira expelled him from the session? I certainly didn't see him."

"But I did." he explained "When we were on our way exiting CIC to Algiers' downstreet,I spotted Rasil holding a Swiss knife while talking to his sidekick Razzaq. That's just one tool; Who knows what other things did his entourage carried for him!"

"Rasil probably took the Swiss knife to play with it. Perhaps he attempted to poke Tahira's ass,but nothing much else."

"I doubt it."

"Come on! You hate that inbred's little anus,and yet you're also afraid of him as though he'll sabotage something!" I shouted "If it's about the tomorrow's Rasil vs Tahira debate,I think he wouldn't dare taking extra steps."

"What would their debate be about?"

"The Green March." I indignantly answered,looking over my shoulder "About the inbred skunk's wee little demonstration to claim Kairo against Maria in 1975."

"'Green' is his doo-doo..."

Short silence. Yasser left his phone on the drawer and stood up to enter the separate bed.

"You know what? You're right." Yasser dismissed his delusions going back to his bed "Sleep right,Ikie!"

"Ant aydaan,brother."

I turned off the lamp's lights and tucked myself with bedsheets,closing my eyes for sleeping. Yasser did the same.

00:00

Narrator's PoV

As the two slept,their locked door released a sound of being unlocked. Someone was attempting to unlock the door with a lockpick inserted through the keyhole. Upon opening it wide,he sneaked past the entrance as it tiptoed his way towards where Ikram slept. It stealthily snatched three cigarette boxes located on the small round table nearby Ikram and left the room alongside tiny fraction of cocaine powder falling on the floor coming from the figure's pockets,after which it did the same to Tahira's door.

When it did,the shadowy figure encroached the sleeping Tahira. First,it gently moved her head to make her head be face-to-face with its,lit every cigar hot and inserted their burning fillers inside her mouth. Two three cigarettes' fillers were put into her nostrils,two more in her ear canals,and the rest were placed close to her short sandy hair below to slowly 'shave' parts of it bit by bit.

The figure chuckled with an evil grin,watching the cigarettes' fires slowly burn her facial parts minus eyes for five minutes,and left her room. The cocaine also fell there.

Whoever it was,that figure will trigger a massive shitstorm that would stretch its effects onto everyone.

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This new story is EXTREMLY LONG,longer than any my Aintisar fanfic's individual chapters. I couldn't have imagine THIS amount of words put into it,containing few lengthy speeches within that story. The story is based on 31st Arab League Summit which occurred on this year - wiki/2022_Arab_League_summit.

P.S. If you want to discover the background of Ikie's demon pet Mustapha,read here - s/14097392/1/Being-Ikram

Thanks for reading.