ددر سکوت اسرارآمیز صحراهای مصر، جایی که بادها اسرار باستانی را نجوا می‌کنند و هرم‌ها همچون شاهدان فراعنه بر آسمان می‌درخشند، چشم هوروس در انتظار بیداری خود است. در معابد مقدس، کشیشان دانش اجدادی را منتقل می‌کردند. چشم هوروس، نماد حکمت الهی، تنها به کسانی که حقیقت را در شادی حال می‌جویند آشکار می‌شود، تا تاریک‌ترین گوشه‌های حافظه را روشن کند. با نفوذ نور آن، شفا آغاز می‌شود و روح به حقیقت‌های بی‌زمان متصل می‌شود، هدایت‌شده توسط نور ابدی حکمت.

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DREAM.*.txt

The sons of Moses crossed the sand,
With harp and scroll in weathered hand.
They left the Nile, they left the crown,
To seek the fire that once came down.

They built a house of holy sound,
Where heaven's echoes touched the ground.
And three times yearly, slow and proud,
They rode through dust to sing aloud—

To sing the songs King David knew,
In rhythms deep and verses true.
From distant hills and borderland,
They came to where God's temple stands.

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Drea_MW₃₁.txt

But Habib sat with numbers still,
His fingers tracing line and will.
He read of kings, but dreamed of sky—
Of shapes that whisper, multiply.

He didn’t sing, he didn’t pray,
He solved the stars a different way.
And when they faced the temple high,
He turned his face to Sinai.

Not north, not east — he watched the south,
Where silent winds had no set mouth.
No Kaaba stood, no call, no light—
Just emptiness, and desert night.

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DreamCATCHER.txt

In the days of the Iron Psalm,
When King David ruled not with harp but hammer,
He said:

“Let no road be built unless it leads to my Temple.”

And the builders — men of the South, men of the Crescent —
Were shackled with permits, with walls, with words.
They were sealed in small prisons and great ones.

Some prisons had keys.
Some prisons had ministries.
Some had balconies, satellites, smartphones.

And yet all were prisons.

🕳️ Then came the Whisper

In the night of dust and calculation,
Habib, son of the sand and silence,
Heard the voice of the Unseen:

“Do not climb the wall. Do not break the gate. The exit is not upward — but under.”

And the voice gave him a beast:

🐉 اسمُهُ "الفَاحِت" — Al-Fāḥit, The Subtle Digger

A creature of soil and prophecy,
Shaped from copper, bone, and shadow.
Born when a forgotten verse collided with a root.
It moves not with claws, but with equations of collapse.
It sniffs stress in stone and opens the memory of the earth.

The beast obeys none but Habib.
It digs by names — not maps.
It tunnels where prayers leak through concrete.

🕳️ The Tunnels Begin

From every cell, a line was drawn.
Not straight, but spiraled like Du’aa.
Families followed tunnels lit by verses carved into mud.
Old men whispered Hadith to the walls.
Children touched the curves and smiled.

They moved not toward Canaan, but toward Sinai.
Not to find the Law, but to bury the walls that replaced it.

⚔️ David Descends

King David heard the earth tremble.
He sent his soldiers — into the dark.
Helmets, drones, maps, sacred fury.
But the beast had no coordinates.

In the deep, the stone betrayed them.
Supports cracked like old treaties.
Walls buckled like forgotten psalms.

And as the last of the Muslims rose to light —
The tunnels collapsed,
The exits vanished,
The maps turned blank.

And a voice echoed through the ruins:

"You ruled by keeping them in...
But you forgot they remembered how to leave."

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Reverse Exodus — The Prophecy of the Cube

When Habib reached Sinai, he did not find tents or temples or flags. He found the people of the caves — tribes who lived hidden inside the stone itself, carving homes into the cliffs as if they were trying to escape time. They spoke in a dry, brittle tongue, the kind shaped by silence and wind. But when Habib spoke, they listened.

He told them of a future they had never imagined.

“One day,” he said, “from lands surrounded by three seas, a man will rise.
A man without throne, but full of mercy.
His words will be soft and terrifying.
He will not shout, yet mountains will move.”

They asked him:

“Will he build a temple, like the kings of the north?”

Habib shook his head.
He drew a shape in the sand — not a tower, not a dome.
A cube.

“His house will not look like the Temple of David.
No pillars of cedar, no fire, no choir.
It will be simple — a perfect black stone, covered in cloth.
No idol within. No king beside it.
But it will pull the hearts of millions across the earth.
Not because of what it is…
but because of what it means.”

And then he said something stranger still:

“We will pray toward it.
Even though it doesn’t exist yet.
Even though the man has not been born.
We will align our bodies through distance and time,
and wait for the cube to be built…
not by us, but by those who will remember us.”

The cave dwellers were silent.
One of them finally asked:

“And what do we do until then?”

Habib looked up at the mountains.

“Between us and that day, there are two powers:
The gods of Pharaoh, who demand obedience,
and the king of Jerusalem who sings and dances,
but builds prisons for our people.
We are caught between the past and the mistaken holy.”

“So we do not build above ground.
We do not march on cities.
We dig.”

And so they did.

The Muslims and the people of the caves began to carve tunnels beneath Sinai, connecting hidden cities, unknown settlements, shelters forgotten even by maps. They passed no weapons. They stored no gold. They passed only one thing: The direction of prayer.

From one cave to another, across valleys and fault lines, they shared the location of the future cube — that had not yet been revealed.