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captain john price x f!reader (raven) | smut, 18+ | 4.2k

summary: when a seemingly bulletproof mission goes awry, captain price makes the vital mistake of pursuing the target alone and contributes to the chaos that almost claims the life of one of his men. When he returns, he lacks the humility to accept your reprimand lying down.

cw: mwiii spoiler free. war and violence, mentions of wounded, ooc price maybe a little? angst, enemies to enemies that fuck, reader is pathetically attracted to price because same, literally a voice kink fic disguised as a deep throating fic, very light degradation, bratty behaviour from reader, heavy face fucking, hair pulling, praise, gagging, very little aftercare.

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It all goes tits up.

Shouts of distress arise across the coms in the CIA conference room, blaring through the headphones glued to the watchers’ heads. Ghost’s gruff voice calls out a casualty, leading General Shepard to launch out of his seat and crash his fist against the tabletop. Mugs of coffee tip over from the force of the impact, liquid bleeding into top secret documents- they aren’t his primary concern.

“Lieutenant, this is Gold Eagle. Is there an issue, Ghost?” Shepard’s voice snarls down the coms.

“Sir, it’s Soap- he’s been hit.”

Hanging your head between your shoulders, you barely register the orders that Shepard screams into the microphone of his headset, his spittle peppering the laptop screen where he oversees the mission descending into chaos. Your ears are ringing, your heart thumping wildly against your sternum. Further panic ensues, Gaz shouting a brief, hurried explanation of the mission breakdown. “… snipers in the mountain, sir. Had to dispatch them- I can’t see Captain Pri—”

“Bravo 2-6, this is Raven. Confirm Captain Price’s location,” you insist, swallowing the alarm that threatens to haemorrhage from your lips.

“Negative, Ma’am. Lost him while dispatching the snipers.”

“Fuck,” you mutter, feeling your blood boil at The Captain’s recklessness. “Fuck!”

Your fingers blur over your keyboard, focusing your attention on John Price’s coms. Again, Shepard barks orders at Ghost, but you can’t hear him over your own heavy breathing and pressing tone as you address Price in a fury.

“Captain Price, this is Raven; confirm your location immediately!”

Silence at first. Coffee drips from the edge of the tabletop by your feet, pooling into the navy-blue carpet. It stains like blood, a dark smear. You can imagine it in Price’s camo uniform, spreading thick and fast from a bullet wound- a direct hit to the chest.

“We’re gonna lose Hassan.”

“Captain Price,” you yell down the microphone, simultaneously relieved to hear his voice and enraged at his increasingly frequent decision to go AWOL, “We will most definitely lose Hassan if I must bury every member of 141! Return to Team Bravo immediately!”

You’re almost certain you can hear Price’s teeth grind together, the enamel straining under the weight of his fury and threatening to crack down to the root. “Are you tellin’ me we let him go?”

“Captain Price, I am telling you that we were given faulty intel. I am telling you that we are sustaining heavy losses and that Sergeant MacTavish is critically wounded, and I am calling for EVAC!” Your knuckles are bleached where your fists hover over the keyboard, nails digging into your palms so hard you’re sure the indents they leave burrow straight to the bone as you await confirmation of Price’s retreat. “Task Force 141 is a priceless tool against Al-Qatala. I cannot afford to lose every member for the sake of a man we will ultimately have to chance to apprehend again!”

Your eyes float to General Shepard. He’s furious, his irises swallowed by the hollow blackness of his pupils as he jerks his head in confirmation of permission to evacuate 141. It shouldn’t have come to this.

“Do you copy, Captain Price?” You yell down the microphone, finally losing your cool with the maddening Englishman that continued to defy your authority.

“… Yes, ma’am.”

**

The ticking minutes-hand of the analogue clock that hangs above your desk sweeps away half of the day before you have confirmation of 141’s safe return to American soil. A further two hours of urgent, life-saving surgery have you chewing your nails to the quick. By the time word reaches you of Soap’s stable condition, your nailbeds are bloody and raw.

“Intel confirms a convergence of Las Almas fighters on the Mexican-Guatemalan border. We believe they intend to smuggle Hassan out of Mexico and into Venezuela, where they would almost certainly grant him sanctuary. Air surveillance suggests that armed guards patrol the border twenty-four seven, concentrated significantly around a central point where we suggest they will attempt to help Hassan over it. Ghost and Soap will lead a special operations unit to kill all Las Almas fighters on sight. Captain Price and Gaz will handle Hassan and the fighters guarding him with the help of the Mexican Special Forces. Captain Price, you have execute authority, but we want Hassan alive for interrogation.”

Enraged by the complete breakdown of the mission, your mind replays your mission briefing repeatedly, scanning the tiniest of details in vain hope of understanding how such a concise and faultless plan had almost killed a vital member of your task force. You couldn’t have made it more transparent, having covered every possible eventuality. Even the risk of faulty intel had been accounted for, enough backup issued should teams Alpha and Bravo find themselves outnumbered, yet…

“Captain Price and Gaz will handle Hassan and the fighters guarding him.”

High-ranking officials sidestep you as you turn the corner to your offices, just barely escaping your warpath as you zero in on your target. The heels of your polished shoes crack against the lino flooring of the hallway like gunfire, the sound ricocheting off the walls and alerting those in your way to your fury.

Perhaps it would explain the wide-eyed shock already present in both Shepard and Captain Price aimed at the door of the General’s office when you throw it open with rage.

“John!”

“I fucked up--“he attempts to assure you of his guilty conscience, gesturing vaguely to his commanding officer, who no doubt had already laid into him over his poor decision-making. It does little to dispel the bubbling temper that churned in your stomach and coated your tongue with a sour taste.

“You’re damn right, you fucked up,” you scoff loudly, watching Price cross his thick, bulky arms across his chest as he surrenders to your verbal onslaught. “Your decision to ignore my plan and, arguably, go AWOL nearly cost Johnny his life! I’d issued a faultless mission briefing and paired you with Gaz against Hassan! With Gaz!”

General Shepard watched you chew up Price from his seat at his desk, lacing his fingers across the surface littered with pictures that looked as though they’d been ripped from the bodycam and air surveillance footage of the failed mission. Photographic evidence of Price’s incompetency—or rather, his blind faith in himself that he could singlehandedly take on a small army of Las Almas fighters and legendary terrorist fighter Major Hassan Zyani.

A bitter spark flashes across Captain Price’s cerulean eyes, his inflammatory retaliation worming its way between his gritted teeth and rumbling in his chest.

“It’s easy for you to criticise my split-second decisions when you sit behind a desk every mission, barkin’ orders with coffee in your hand.”

It’s a miracle that you restrain yourself, momentarily considering issuing a reminder of your military prowess in the form of hand-to-hand combat. If it weren’t for the haggard strain of John’s voice from his bellowed EVAC orders in a desperate attempt to save Soap’s life, you’d have connected your balled-up fists to his face. Instead, you spit in retaliation.

“Need I remind you that before I used to call the shots, I used to shoot people?”

Price lets out a bitter laugh, shaking his head at your comment and opening his mouth to argue. You don’t let him, smothering the threat of his stupid rebuttal of ‘with what, a water pistol?’.

“Your decision to pursue Hassan nearly killed Johnny,” you repeat the undeniable fact, punctuating it with a violent jab of your finger towards him, “Do you realise how close I was to calling into Scotland? How close I was to organising the coffin to bring him home in? How dare you undermine me- disrespect the resume that put me in that seat and the people I killed to get there, Captain.”

If it weren’t for you, Price’d be standing in the pews of a church in Glasgow, draped in black and drenched in red.

Clearing his throat suddenly from his seat, General Shepard just barely splits the brutal tension bludgeoning your skull in the form of a migraine that only seemed to arise in the presence of Captain John Price. It thumps against your temple when Shepard makes a show of standing from his seat and pointing to the door.

“I can leave you both here to sort out your differences. The last thing you will both do is undermine my authority by screaming like petulant children in the corridor in front of my colleagues. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, sir,” you both manage to address him, eyes still pinned to each other like a missile’s locking system. Shepard grunts, and you note the twitch of a muscle in Price’s lower eyelid, his anger threatening to claw its way out of his face before he erupted with it.

The door to Shepard’s office swings open, heavy footsteps passing the threshold. In a sick, comedic chain of events, he doesn’t bother to pull it closed again. Instead, it creaks as the hinge closes achingly slowly.

You feel sick when you stare at Price. Not because you fear the words he could aim towards you in a critical hit—instead, you felt nausea at the concept of hearing the gravelly tone of his voice alone, the stabling force of your commanding officer absent.

It’s a dirty little secret that you’d never allowed yourself to speak. Even four Proseccos deep into a rare Christmas gathering of 141, you’d swallowed the word bile down that threatened to use your inebriation to rid yourself of the guilt. Price had admonished your choice of alcohol that night, commenting on how you could have chosen something better- like whiskey. The rumble of his voice in his sarcastic assessment had pooled in your stomach like the liquid amber he had suggested.

How could you possibly admit that the tone of his voice, so gritty and deep, swelled in your clit when you went to bed at night. That you replayed the ridiculous, pathetic one-liners he’d utter over the coms to you. The one time you’d issued a warning of an incoming threat, and Price had offered thanks in the only form he knew to give you: “Tha’s a girl”. You’d made a late-night Amazon order for new bedsheets and a mattress protector that same evening.

Click.

The door shuts, and the sound makes you jump as though John had slammed his fist on a big, red nuclear button.

“Are you done?”

The swallow that drags down your throat at the husked whisper he’d started with is far more audible in the now silent room. The spiteful gaze you had levelled at Price melts away, transfixing on him instead with something akin to dumb-struck, doe-eyed idiocy.

“P-Pardon?” You stumble over the two-syllable word that had confidently come to mind. Working in a building that relied so much on manners, there was absolutely no excuse for butchering a word you used upwards of fifty times a day.

Price’s eyebrow arches pointedly at you, the flickering ember in his irises that had previously resembled an inextinguishable fury instead glows with an amused curiosity at your very sudden surrender.

“Are you done making me look like a rookie in front of General Shepard?” He clarifies, stalking forward. He crosses the space between you both with long, cocky strides that make your heart pump double time when he finally settles in front of you. “Are. You. Done?”

“Hah-!” You laugh. You mean for it to mock his ridiculous notion, but instead, it’s all choked, nervous and airy because that damn voice knocks the oxygen from your lungs like he’d rendered a sucker punch to your gut. Price’s eyes pin you to your spot on the floor, root your feet to the coffee-stained carpet.

It’s utterly infuriating how he tilts his head in a smug observation of your panicked expression. You can see the exact moment he notes the tremble of your inhaled breath and the heat of your arousal rolling off your body. Fuck-

“John-“

There it is. Comprehension. The glistening sweat at your temple, the wide-eyed nervousness in your expression, and the breathy whisper of his name all surged forward and lit the bulb of realisation in his mind. You can practically see the golden glow of it in his pupils, a switch tck’ing when he murmurs an ‘oh’.

His lips split into a toothy, wily grin, “Oh, look at you, Station Chief.”

You bristle with panic with the way he makes a point to emphasise your rank, your lips parting in shock when he reaches up to grasp your chin in his hand.

“Who are you to question my decisions? You don’t even know if you want my cock in your mouth or your cunt.”

The sheer filth he utters makes your head reel as though he’d fed you some of his mind-numbing whiskey. You’re confident you’re gawping at him when he smirks at your reaction, his calloused thumbpad brushing across the bridge of your jaw. It reminds you of the way he caresses the trigger of a sniper rifle before he fires it and how you’d spent so many nights imagining that touch when you circled your clit-

“How ’bout we start with your mouth?” He urges you with a smokiness that rivals the puffs of his cigar. You loathed him for his smoking habits when the acrid scent clung to your hair but worshipped him for it when you buried your nose into your pillows when you came with a silent cry of his name.

You see his smirk widen suddenly, and it takes you far too long to realise that you’d let out a devastating whine at his lurid suggestion. John’s fingers and thumb settle on the pillowy flesh of your cheeks on either side of your mouth, pushing against them until your lips are pursed. It’s undignified, far beneath your station, but then-

“Gunna wanna open that mouth nice an’ wide for me, Dove.”

You sink to the floor of your commanding officer’s office floor before your rational mind even has a chance to talk you out of the offence- or acknowledge the choice of pet name that cheekily undermined your call sign. Your perfectly tailored office trousers crease beneath the weight of your knees… But suffering through cleaning and ironing them again was worth the rumble of a groan that fell from John’s lips as he watched you kneel for him.

“Fuck,” Price hums in appreciation, those gorgeous sky-blue irises swallowed by the midnight black of his pupils once more, “Spend all your time issuin’ orders, but you just needed someone else to take control, didn’ you, Love?”

For a moment, you hesitate. It’s improper, the way your knees ache with the hard floor beneath them. A tiny, quiet voice urges you to stand and rush out of the room before you damage your reputation any further, but the clink of John’s standard-issue belt buckle has your jaw falling slack before the idea can truly take root.

“Look at you,” he stresses again as he pulls the length of the belt from its loops with a slow thwppp sound, “So greedy for my cock. Anyone would think you’d been desperate for it all this time.”

John drags down his zipper, watching you look at him through your lashes. You don’t dismiss his hypothesis, instead choosing to stick your tongue out for him in an obscene act of fervour. The haggard groan that lurches from John’s lungs settles deep inside your cunt.

“You filthy girl,” he gasps, hurrying his hand into his trousers. He doesn’t even strip the pants from his hips, instead fishing his cock from his boxers and settling his balls against their waistband. “You have, haven’t you? How often did you touch yourself beneath the table while I spoke to you over the comms? Hmm?”

You’re so far gone now, so drunk on the idea of the agitating, ridiculous, utterly infuriating Captain finally fucking you that you might have answered that question-- if you’d heard it. Instead, his voice, which previously captured every fibre of your attention, drowned into the background of the thumping pulse in your ears. His cock sits just in front of your face, and it’s like you can’t breathe.

Ruddy and red at the tip, his cock already drools precum down the curve of its shaft. Veins throb beneath the thin, velvety skin, their ridges glistening beneath the wet tracks that his leaking seed leaves. It settles at the base, where his heavy balls rest against his boxer’s elastic waistband.

His question dies in the thick tension in the air, and you lean forward on your knees to press your drooling tongue right at the base of John’s cock where his precum pools. Your unexpected starting position causes John to spit out a curse, his fingers flying out to grip the strands of hair at the crown of your skull. “S-Shit-“

Saltiness coats your tongue where you lap up his cum, flattening your tongue against the underside of his shaft to trace his pronounced frenulum. Dragging your tastebuds upwards, you collect the tracks the droplets had left behind until the tip of your tongue rests on the underside of his fat cockhead. It’s disgusting, the relieved whine that escapes your open throat, but the vibration tips Captain John Price over the edge.

“Fuck! Eyes on me, Dove. Wanna see your eyes- that’s it.” John’s face contorts, brows creasing, and the edges of his lips turned down beneath the coarse hair of his beard as you look up at him, kissing the head of his velvety dick and slipping it into your mouth.

“Take orders so well. So obedient,” he purrs, the rumbling sound edging into a moan when you ease more of him into your mouth. He’s trying to play off the power dynamic, you note. Getting off on the fact that you’re his superior, but that he held the authority like this. A playful resentment teases the edge of your mind, urging you to remind him of his place.

You drag the edges of your teeth over his shaft. Not hard enough to hurt- just enough for a singing hiss to echo in the quiet room when you pull back from his cock.

It’s a mistake.

John grasps your hair at the back of your head, winding the strands around your fingers and suddenly rocks his hips forward. The length of his cock slides deep down your throat, and you splutter as your nose crushes into his pubic bone. “Couldn’t fuckin’ help yourself, could you?”

His gravelly reprimand swirls a ghost-like touch around your clit, and you gag around the length that intrudes against your throat walls. Price tuts softly, feeling your nails dig into his flesh beneath the camo canvas still covering his muscular thighs. It’s only when tears cling to your lashes that he draws your head back with a pull of your hair.

Gasping down a heavy breath, you splutter when John groans loudly. His cock twitches, drooling more precum as you gasp for breath, and he drags his eyes across your face. “Good fuckin’ girl. Takin’ me like that- didn’t it feel good?”

God, you’re nodding pathetically, tongue already lolling from your lips in a silent plea for more. The heaviness of his cock against your tongue and the vibrations of his lurid tone are enough for you to cum on their own, and you want more of them. John groans, a chuckle settling somewhere between the sound as he grasps the nape of your neck.

“Jus’ like that, you dirty girl,” he urges you, his free hand tapping at his balls in a wordless order. This time, you obey, tonguing over his finger before taking one of his balls into your mouth. You can hear the shaky exhale that rattles in his lungs when you suck.

“So fuckin’ good for me. I’ll fuck you against that desk one day, you hear?” You see him point in the corner of your vision, his index finger aiming at General Shepard’s desk. Realisation slams into you and rocks your clit with arousal- Shepard could walk in at any second and see his right-hand man stuffing Captain Price’s cock down her throat in the ultimate show of disrespect. John doesn’t seem worried about it. In fact, it’s as though he gets off on the idea, his eyes darting to the door as he details his plans for you.

“Think you’d look real nice on it. Far better than ‘is tacky nameplate. We’d make a mess together, get our cum all over it so he can smell jus’ how wrecked I left you-“

Moaning around the length of his cock, your clit throbbing desperately with his words, the vibrations cause John’s hips to lurch forward again. The head of his dick prods the back of your throat, but John’s tight grip doesn’t allow you to pull back. He’s buried to the hilt, twitching against your palate.

“Fuckin’ droolin’ for it, Love. It’s dripping down your chin—Fuck, you look so pretty like this,” He’s slurring his words as he watches you bob your head up and down on his length, swallowing around him and just barely holding back your gag reflex. It’s quick, messy, and loud, the wet sounds ricocheting off the office’s walls.

“D’you think he’s got cameras in here?” John muses, his voice thick with his incoming orgasm. The sound of it, the arousal coating his tongue has you whining desperately, “Why don’t you touch yourself, hmm? Give ’im a show.”

You sob around his girth like he’d just offered you a miracle. Fumbling, you don’t even bother wasting time trying to shove your hand down your trousers. Your fingers find the vague outline of your cunt through the crotch, roughly circling your clit through the layers of material.

It’s all you need. Your eyes roll back into your skull at just how close you are to cumming, your thighs trembling beneath your weight. You soaked through your panties and into the crotch of your trousers.

“Fuckin’ slutty girl,” John gasps, and you feel his cock jump at the sight of you already teetering on the edge, “’s my voice getting’ you off? Fuck, you’re fuckin’ perfect-“

Stop. Stop; you need him to stop. Your orgasm is ebbing at the edges of your abdomen, threatening to swallow you whole and drawing up tight, but John won’t shut the fuck up.

“C’mon, Love. Deeper. Deeper, that’s it. I’ll fuckin’ lick your pretty pussy if yo-“

His promises drown out with the surge of bliss that roars in your ears. Price times it perfectly, rocking his cock further down your throat so that you gag around his length. The lack of oxygen causes your nerve endings to sing when it cracks down your spine, bursting through your abdomen and spidering across your limbs like white-hot plasma.

Everything is loose with ecstasy, and it allows Price to issue one, two, three more brutal thrusts of his hips before he’s choking out a haggard warning that he’s going to cum.

“F-Fuck-“He chokes out, holding the nape of your neck before burying himself as deep as he possibly can without choking you, hot ropes of cum spurting down your throat. Even in your post-orgasm haze, mind numb, you swallow him down greedily. Big, heavy gulps, even licking your lips when he removes his dick from your throat to milk out the last drops of his cum onto them.

“Tha’s my girl, good, don’t let a drop go to waste.”

Price’s hand pushes back the mess of your hair from your face, careful to remove the strands that had clung to your tear-soaked eyelashes. You hold your breath, heart stilling its rapid beat as he brushes his thumb across your cheekbone to swipe up the tear tracks that had leaked from your eyes during his assault on your throat. It’s a single moment of tenderness, barely there, before he withdraws his touch to stuff himself back into his pants.

“Can you stand?” Price asks, his voice even hoarser than when you’d first walked into the room, like the moans you’d elicited from him were like sandpaper in his already raw throat. He holds out a palm- but you’re not cock-dumb enough to believe it’s a makeshift olive branch.

“Yes,” you whisper, matching his brutalised tone with your own as you bat away the helping hand he offers you. Price can’t help but scoff at your dismissal. Turns out even a dick down your throat wasn’t enough to change your uptight attitude. He watches you stand on shaky feet, trying to smooth out your creased knees before Shepard could wonder how exactly you’d made such a mess of yourself.

Besides your heaving breaths, still desperately pulling oxygen in your lungs to soothe the burn, the room is silent. Price finishes righting himself, smoothing his fingers through his cropped hair.

“Don’t forget what I said,” he murmurs, eyes sliding over to the desk. His promise to fuck you on it only barely re-enters your mind following a pointed look. Satiated somewhat by the blistering orgasm that had ripped through you, your rage struggles to roar to life like it had when you’d entered this room. Now it smelt like sex, and your anger only simmers in the base of your stomach.

“That is not happening again,” you promise him firmly.

“Mhmm,” he hums, following Shepard’s footsteps towards the door, “We’ll see about that, Dove.” 

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[strangeninjahideout]

In a world that lost its humanity and left more than 2.3 million people who were killed in Gaza, death is not as cruel as the life we prefer to live in the midst of the so-called metaphorical life.. I ask you to help me and my family to go out of Gaza and reach a safe city. We need our simple right to live in peace.

Hello world, I am Muhammad, a nurse in progress, living in North Gaza. This is my story in a few words.

Before October 7th, I was a student at the College of Nursing. I loved life and had many friends, but I lost a lot of them due to the occupation. I lost my college, my room, my home, and my sense of normalcy. October 7th was a turning point for me and my family. The war came without any previous warnings. The Israeli occupation is killing us in Gaza day by day. Circumstances are getting worse, and the suffering has reached its highest levels since the first day of this war.

November 19th was the worst day for us. We survived and came out of the mouth of death when the Israeli occupation bombed our house. Now we are homeless. We will never forget the feelings of fear and panic we experienced. We waited for sunrise to move from the place. We left everything behind—home, friends, university, childhood dreams, and my father. We were trying to survive without food, clothes, or even hope to continue this life. The family dispersed and fled to the south of Gaza, which was supposed to be a classified safe place. The explosions were happening all around us. We saw martyrs and wounded people lying on the ground, and no one could save them. The snipers were everywhere.

We will never forget what we have seen: bodies scattered on the ground, armed soldiers, and huge tanks surrounding us. The fear was evident on everyone's face. We traveled a long distance, each of us carrying a backpack with any clothes we could collect. Finally, we reached Deir al-Balah, thinking we would find safety as the Israeli occupation told us. We are currently temporarily staying with a nice family who hosted us. We are now without any shelter. We don't know what we will do next, we lost everything we had. We went to a small apartment where more than 30 people live. We had no beds or blankets. We struggled to get water and bread. Unfortunately, we are homeless.

My family members include my dad, Hassan, 47 years old, my mom, 45 years old.

And my sister, Lana, who is a mother of a newborn baby girl born at the beginning of the war. Lana lost her new home, her husband's job, and all her dreams.

Ritta, 7 years old, has been shining since her first day at school, coming to her first grades with love, vitality, and brilliance, but the occupation prevented her from playing like other children and deprived her of her friends and school.

My sister, Sama, is studying at middle school, which is supposed to be the stage of launching into the world, forming friendships, and strengthening her personality, but the occupation prevented her from continuing her education and seeing her friends. She lost many friends because the occupation killed them!

This war is still killing us slowly, and we can't go on anymore. The conditions in Gaza Strip are getting worse. There is no pure drinking water, we can't find the food we used to buy, and the prices here are so expensive that they compete with the most expensive countries in the world. There is no shelter and no safe place in Gaza.

Amidst the despair, there is a chance for survival with your generous support. We can escape the horrors of war and cross the borders from Gaza to Egypt. Your donation could mean the difference between life and death for my beloved family. One person who doesn't currently hold a passport costs between $5,000-$10,000 to reach Egypt alone and leave outside the walls of this war. If you can't send money, you can help by sharing my link.

If you got this far, I am grateful that you gave us part of your time. Please, help my family and me write a new happy chapter—one of survival, safety, and hope. Your kindness will not be forgotten, and we will be forever grateful for your support in our darkest hours.

[gryficowa]

Boycott!

Fuck Harris and all the fucking pinkwashing/homonationalism!

You are not supporting LGBT+ people when you support pinkwashing! Stop lying about fighting for us when you do shit!

Now that I have your attention:

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Well, sorry, Zionism, fascism, conservatism, pinkwashing, homonationalism are not positive, remember this, blue liberal!

[odinsblog]

Deputy Mayor of Jerusalem, Fleur Hassan-Nahoum, lies about the mass graves with Gazans who had their hands bound behind their backs, near Al-Shifa hospital in Gaza.

“They were all Hamas,” doesn’t excuse or explain away torture and war crimes. Remember, the IDF killed their own citizens who were waving white flags, unarmed, and yelling “Help!” in Hebrew, so I do not believe for one second that all of the bodies discovered in the mass grave were all Hamas fighters. And even if they were, prisoners of war have rights. And this isn’t me being pro-Hamas, it’s a basic ass acknowledgement of the Geneva Convention that it’s a fucking war crime to bound and then summarily execute dozens of unarmed prisoners — who were more than likely just regular Gazans seeking shelter and medical care.

But once you're labeled a “terrorist,” unfortunately anything that Israel does to “defend” itself is automatically deemed acceptable. And the bar to being labeled a terrorist is actually quite low. It's practically nonexistent.

To recap, Israel has turned off the water and electricity going into Gaza; has bombed multiple hospitals and UN schools and churches and “safe” zones; Israel has shot dead and massacred unarmed starving people who were trying to get food; Israel has bombed food delivery trucks with noncombatants; Israel continues blocking healthcare and food aid to starving Palestinians; Israel is committing ethnic cleansing and genocide in plain sight of the entire world—and Israel is very clearly lying about it. But for some reason, anyone who dares apply even an ounce of common sense and acknowledge the reality unfolding right in front of our eyes, they are accused of antisemitism.

I’m glad that the ICC is finally issuing arrest Israeli warrants. I only wish that it happened about 45,000 murders sooner.

[tieflingkisser]

Israel kills over 200 Palestinians to rescue 4 captives; U.S. allegedly involved in operation

At least 210 Palestinians were killed and 400 others were injured in the central Gaza Strip on Sunday after Israeli forces carried out a "rescue operation" to retrieve four captives. Reports of U.S. involvement in the operation have sparked backlash.

At least 210 Palestinians were killed and hundreds of others were injured on Saturday in the central Gaza Strip, in what Israel is celebrating as a “heroic” military operation to rescue four Israeli captives that were being held in Gaza.  Palestinian media reported intense bombardment in the early afternoon local time in various areas in the Nuseirat and Deir al-Balah in the central Gaza Strip. Video footage from the main market in the Nuseirat refugee camp showed crowds of Palestinian civilians fleeing under the sound of heavy artillery fire.  Al Jazeera reporter Anas al-Sharif reported that Israeli forces “infiltrated” the Nuseirat refugee camp in trucks disguised as humanitarian aid trucks. The Gaza government media office said in a statement that Israeli forces launched an “unprecedented brutal attack on the Nuseirat refugee camp” directly targeting civilians, and that ambulances and civil defense crews were unable to reach the area and evacuate the wounded due to the intensity of the bombing. The media office added that according to its count, at least 210 Palestinians were killed and an estimated 400 others were injured during the Israeli operation. Video footage published on social media showed dozens of bodies of men, women and children lying in the streets in the Nuseirat area, as well as bloodied and injured civilians being rushed to the Al-Aqsa Martyrs Hospital in Deir al-Balah. Al Jazeera quoted Dr Tanya Haj-Hassan with Doctors Without Borders as saying the emergency department at Al-Aqsa Hospital “is a complete bloodbath … It looks like a slaughterhouse.” “The images and videos that I’ve received show patients lying everywhere in pools of blood … their limbs have been blown off,” she told Al Jazeera, adding “That is what a massacre looks like.”

[...]

On Saturday evening local time, spokesman for the Qassam Brigades Abu Obeida said “the first to be harmed by [the Israeli army] are its prisoners”, saying that while some of the captives were freed in the operation, a number of other Israeli captives were reportedly killed. The Israeli government and military have not commented on the reports that Israeli captives were killed in the operation. 

[r--c]

The Sanaa school shooting was a school shooting where Mohammad Ahman al-Nazari killed 6 people in Sanaa, Yemen on 30 March 1997. Nazari was convicted for the killings and sentenced to death. He was executed a week later.

Armed with an Kalashnikov assault rifle, Nazari waited at the school for the headmistress and killed her by shooting her in the head. After which he killed a teacher and three other school attendees, Nazari did this by entering the school building and shooting indiscriminately at teachers and students alike. Subsequently, he went to the nearby Musa Bin Nusayr School, where he continued his shooting rampage. A total of 11 other people from both schools were injured. Both schools were damaged with bullet holes in the walls and exterior of the schools.

Eye witness reports:

Eyewitness (1) Male, said he first saw the headmistress lying on the floor bloodied up, (pointing to the exact area), "and another staff member dead at the other side, then as we tried attending to the dead, gunmen starting shooting again, so we ran and we hid from him and then as we came out again and we saw him opening fire on the other side and then the soldiers showed up, he starting shooting at them and was finally shot and captured by them." Eyewitness (2) Male, said that in the beginning he was sleeping and heard gunfire which woke him up immediately. The witness then stepped out of the door and saw somebody dead. Then he ducked for cover and then saw the gunmen hop in his bus and head to a neighbouring school where he killed a child, then the witness said: "We saw him but he then disappeared again and I then saw the headmistress lying on the floor and then the gunmen started firing again (in the neighbouring school)"

Nazari managed to kill six and wound 11 before he was eventually injured and arrested by police. After officially being declared sane, Nazari (whose name was also reported as being Hassan Ali al-Baadani or Muhammad Ahmad al-Naziri) was taken to trial where he was found guilty for the six murders, and sentenced to death the next day. Nazari's daughters had fought against the courts pleading that their father was mentally unstable, the court refused this plead stating that the defendant had clearly shown the ability to attend court and conduct himself in a fit manner, as well as being checked by 3 different doctors at the Al Sabeen hospital; who all stated that the defendant was fit enough to understand the severity and seriousness of his actions.

Victims:

Asma Abd al-Bari, headmistress of Tala'i school Muhammad Yahya al-Ulufi, a teacher at Tala'i school Husayn Ali Qa'id al-Ba'dani Ali Muhammad Muqbil al-Awadi Imad Muhammad al-Raymi Unidentified student

Nazari was a 48-year-old resident of Sanaa, Yemen, and a veteran of the Soviet–Afghan War, where he had fought alongside the Mujahideen against the Soviet Union during their invasion of Afghanistan. Nazari's five children attended the Tala'i Private School in the Asbahi neighbourhood of Sana'a, where it was alleged that one of his daughters had been molested by the school administrator, despite lack of evidence to confirm the allegation. Nazari had also previously been employed as a bus driver for Tala'i Private School and the nearby Musa Bin Nusayr School but was fired for unknown reasons sometime before the shooting.

5 April 1997, Nazari was executed by firing squad with five shots in the chest, in an empty lot located between the two schools where he had committed the shootings. After his execution, the initial sentence for Nazari's corpse to be crucified in a public area for three days was repealed, instead the corpse was kicked to a pulp by angry citizens and burned in the streets of Sanaa.

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At least 210 Palestinians were killed and hundreds of others were injured on Saturday in the central Gaza Strip, in what Israel is celebrating as a “heroic” military operation to rescue four Israeli captives that were being held in Gaza.  Palestinian media reported intense bombardment in the early afternoon local time in various areas in the Nuseirat and Deir al-Balah in the central Gaza Strip. Video footage from the main market in the Nuseirat refugee camp showed crowds of Palestinian civilians fleeing under the sound of heavy artillery fire. 

Al Jazeera reporter Anas al-Sharif reported that Israeli forces “infiltrated” the Nuseirat refugee camp in trucks disguised as humanitarian aid trucks.  The Gaza government media office said in a statement that Israeli forces launched an “unprecedented brutal attack on the Nuseirat refugee camp” directly targeting civilians, and that ambulances and civil defense crews were unable to reach the area and evacuate the wounded due to the intensity of the bombing. The media office added that according to its count, at least 210 Palestinians were killed and an estimated 400 others were injured during the Israeli operation.  Video footage published on social media showed dozens of bodies of men, women and children lying in the streets in the Nuseirat area, as well as bloodied and injured civilians being rushed to the Al-Aqsa Martyrs Hospital in Deir al-Balah. Al Jazeera quoted Dr Tanya Haj-Hassan with Doctors Without Borders as saying the  emergency department at Al-Aqsa Hospital “is a complete bloodbath … It looks like a slaughterhouse.” “The images and videos that I’ve received show patients lying everywhere in pools of blood … their limbs have been blown off,” she told Al Jazeera, adding “That is what a massacre looks like.” As the death toll from the central Gaza Strip continued to rise, Israeli reports emerged that four Israeli captives were rescued in the operation and transferred back to Israel.  The four captives were identified as Noa Argamani, 26, Almog Meir Jan, 21, Andrey Kozlov, 27, and Shlomi Ziv, 40. They were all reportedly taken on October 7th from the Nova Music festival in southern Israel close to the Gaza border. According to Israeli media, the four captives were found in good health, and were transferred to a hospital in Israel where they were reunited with their families. One member of the Israeli special forces was killed during the attack.  Israeli newspaper Haaretz cited Israeli military spokesman Daniel Hagari as saying the captives were “rescued under fire, and that during the operation the IDF attacked from the air, sea, and land in the Nuseirat and Deir al-Balah areas in the center of the Gaza Strip.” Haaretz added that Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu and Defense Minister Yoav Gallant approved the operation on Thursday evening. Netanyahu hailed the operation as “successful,” while Gallant reportedly described it as “one of the heroic operations he had seen in all his years in the defense establishment, according to Israeli media. The families of Israeli captives held a press conference on Saturday afternoon in reaction to the news. Relatives of the four captives rescued on Saturday praised both the Israeli military and the government. Some relatives of the remaining captives still being held in Gaza demanded an end to the war and a prisoner exchange in order to secure the release of those still being held in Gaza.  On Saturday evening local time, spokesman for the Qassam Brigades Abu Obeida said “the first to be harmed by [the Israeli army] are its prisoners”, saying that while some of the captives were freed in the operation, a number of other Israeli captives were reportedly killed. The Israeli government and military have not commented on the reports that Israeli captives were killed in the operation.  It is reported that there are 120 captives still held in the Gaza Strip, including 43 who have been killed since October, many reportedly by Israel’s own forces. 

On its official Telegram channel, Hamas said the release of the four captives “will not change the Israeli army’s strategic failure in the Gaza Strip” and that “the resistance is still holding a larger number of captives and can increase it.”

-- From "Israel kills over 200 Palestinians to rescue 4 captives; U.S. allegedly involved in operation" from Mondoweiss, 8 Jun 2024

[warningsine]

Sudan's army appeared to gain the upper hand on Sunday in a bloody power struggle with rival paramilitary forces after blasting its bases with air strikes, witnesses said, and at least 59 civilians were killed including three U.N. workers.

The fighting erupted on Saturday between army units loyal to General Abdel Fattah al-Burhan, head of Sudan's transitional governing Sovereign Council, and the paramilitary Rapid Support Forces (RSF), led by General Mohamed Hamdan Dagalo, known as Hemedti, who is deputy head of the council.

It was the first such outbreak since both joined forces to oust veteran Islamist autocrat Omar Hassan al-Bashir in 2019 and was sparked by a disagreement over the integration of the RSF into the military as part of a transition towards civilian rule.

Burhan and Hemedti agreed to a three-hour humanitarian pause from 4 p.m. to 7 p.m. local time (1400 GMT-1700 GMT) on Sunday proposed by the United Nations, the U.N. mission in Sudan said, with both sides saying in separate statements they had agreed to it.

A Reuters witness in central Khartoum said firing appeared initially to have subsided, but shortly afterwards reported heavy bombardments. Gunfire could still be heard and plumes of smoke seen in the background of live broadcasts from the Sudanese capital.

Doctors' unions had said earlier it was difficult for medics and the sick to get to and from hospitals and called on the army and RSF to provide safe passage.

The United States, China, Russia, Egypt, Saudi Arabia, the U.N. Security Council, European Union and African Union have appealed for an quick end to the hostilities that threaten to worsen instability in an already volatile wider region.

Efforts by neighbours and regional bodies to end the violence intensified on Sunday. That included an offer by Egypt and South Sudan to mediate between the fighting parties, according to a statement by the Egyptian presidency.

The eruption of fighting over the weekend followed rising tensions over the RSF's integration into the military. Discord over the timetable for that has delayed the signing of an internationally-backed agreement with political parties on a transition to democracy after a 2021 military coup.

AIR STRIKES

Witnesses and residents told Reuters that the army had carried out air strikes on RSF barracks and bases, including in Omdurman across the Nile river from the capital Khartoum, and managed to destroy most of their facilities.

They said the army had also wrested back control over much of Khartoum's presidential palace from the RSF after both sides claimed to control it and other key installations in Khartoum, where heavy artillery and gun battles raged into Sunday.

RSF members remained inside Khartoum international airport besieged by the army but it was holding back from striking them to avoid wreaking major damage, witnesses said.

"The hour of victory is near," the army said in a statement on Sunday. "We pray for mercy for the innocent lives taken by this reckless adventure taken by the rebel Rapid Support militia ... We will have good news for our patient and proud people soon, God willing."

But a major problem, witnesses and residents said, was posed by thousands of heavily armed RSF members deployed inside neighbourhoods of Khartoum and other cities, with no authority able to control them.

"We're scared, we haven't slept for 24 hours because of the noise and the house shaking. We're worried about running out of water and food, and medicine for my diabetic father," Huda, a young resident in southern Khartoum told Reuters.

"There's so much false information and everyone is lying. We don't know when this will end, how it will end," she added.

Tagreed Abdin, an architect in Khartoum, said the power was out and people were trying to conserve phone batteries. "We can hear air strikes, shelling, and gunfire," she said.

Sudan's MTN telecommunications company blocked internet services on the orders of the government telecommunications regulator, two company officials told Reuters.

State television cut its transmission on Sunday afternoon, Reuters reporters in Khartoum and several cities outside the country said. It was not clear what caused the outage.

UN HALTS FOOD AID OPERATIONS

The U.N. World Food Programme said it had temporarily halted all operations in hunger-stricken areas of Sudan after three Sudanese employees were killed during fighting in North Darfur and a WFP plane was hit during a gun battle at Khartoum airport.

"I ... am extremely appalled by reports of projectiles hitting U.N. and other humanitarian premises, as well as reports of looting of U.N. and other humanitarian premises in several locations in Darfur," Volker Perthes, U.N. special envoy for Sudan and head of its country mission, said in a statement.

A protracted confrontation could plunge Sudan into widespread conflict as it struggles with economic breakdown and tribal violence, derailing efforts to move towards elections.

Energy-rich powers Saudi Arabia and the United Arab Emirates have sought to shape events in Sudan, seeing the transition away from toppled strongman Bashir's rule as a way to roll back Islamist influence and improve stability in the region.

They have also pursued investments in sectors including agriculture, where Sudan holds vast potential, and ports on Sudan's Red Sea coast.

CAUGHT UP IN THE FIGHTING

Several groups of people reported being stranded by fighting near the presidential palace and military headquarters in Khartoum.

The Central Committee of Sudanese Doctors reported at least 56 civilians had been killed and 595 people including combatants had been wounded since the fighting erupted.

Scores of military personnel were killed, the doctors' committee said, without giving a specific number due to a lack of first-hand information from hospitals.

Saudi Foreign Minister Faisal bin Farhan bin Al-Saud had separate phone calls with Burhan and Hemedti and called for an end to military escalation, Saudi state media said on Sunday. The minister affirmed Riyadh's call for calm.

In a speech to an Arab League meeting on the crisis on Sunday, Sudan said the Sudanese should be allowed to reach a settlement internally without foreign interference.

In an emergency session, the African Union's Peace and Security Council also said it strongly rejected any external interference that could complicate the situation in Sudan.

The armed forces said it would not negotiate with the RSF unless the force dissolved. The army told soldiers seconded to the RSF to report to nearby army units, which could deplete RSF ranks if they obey.

RSF leader Hemedti, deputy head of state, called military chief Burhan a "criminal" and a "liar".

(This story has been refiled to fix Saudi foreign minister's name to Prince Faisal bin Farhan Al Saud, not Faisal bin Farhan bin Abdul, in paragraph 28)

[angrybell]

How can you pass this around like its actually true?

Look at the source. Here, I will blow it up for you:

The Gazan Ministry of Health is Hamas. There is no separation between the two because Hamas is the government for Gaza.

Now, I don’t t know when this was generated. The only thing certain about it is that JVP (a bunch of lying bastards in their own right) published a little over a day ago according to the Instagram Account.

In other announcements that “Gazan Ministry of Health” has made, they have also claimed a youth named Qasam Abdelhafez was killed by Israeli forces. This was picked up by one of the Arab outlets who put it up on X.

Ma’an News Agency published this photo from his funeral:

If you go the Arabic version of the article (https://www.maannews.net/news/2104381.html), they admit he was 26 at the time of his death. He is also listed as being a member of the Al Qassam Brigades. So he was 1) an adult and 2) a combatant.

Now, you might argue that this was just a simple error. A one time thing.

But based on the history of the “Gaza Ministry of Health”, it’s not. It’s their pattern and practice to routinely conceal the deaths of combatants and claim that they are youths and/or non-combatants.

At least as far back as 2009, watchers have noticed that Hamas routinely lies.

Back in 2009, CAMERA notes,

…IDF report discusses several instances where known terrorists had been misidentified in Palestinian sources as children. CAMERA’s own analysis of the PCHR data also uncovered examples of misidentification. For example, PCHR described Mohammed ‘Abed Hassan Brbakh as a 16 year old civilian who was killed in his home with his family on Jan. 4, but West Bank-based Maan News Agency identified him as a commander of the DFLP in Gaza and reported his age as 22.

They went on, in the same article, to write,

CAMERA examined the data collected by the Palestinian Center for Human Rights (PCHR), which provides the most comprehensive tally of casualty figures in Gaza. The results of CAMERA’s analysis are summarized below.

• By cross-checking with other sources, CAMERA has identified a number of Hamas fighters and members of other Palestinian terrorist groups who were either misclassified by PCHR as civilians, not identified as combatants, or omitted entirely from their tabulations. This raises serious questions about the accuracy of PCHRs casualty statistics.

• An analysis of the fatalities by age and gender shows that the majority of civilian fatalities recorded by PCHR are males between 15 and 40 years old, the same age profile as the combatants. This also should raise concern that significant numbers of combatants may have been misclassified as civilians.

I’m not going to reprint the whole article because it include a lot of names of people that Hamas claimed were children and/or non-combatants who were, in fact, combatant members of Hamas’ militant wing or allied terrorist groups.

Now, it’s not isolated incidents in 2009 and 2023. It happens every time. Here in 2014, the BBC and NY Time, two organizations that hate Israel, were forced to admit that Hamas was lying. Honest Reporting noted,

The BBC’s head of statistics Anthony Reuben, asks:

If the Israeli attacks have been ‘indiscriminate,’ as the UN Human Rights Council says, it is hard to work out why they have killed so many more civilian men than women…

…In conclusion, we do not yet know for sure how many of the dead in Gaza are civilians and how many were fighters. This is in no sense the fault of the UN employees collecting the figures – their statistics are accompanied by caveats and described as preliminary and subject to to revision.

But it does mean that some of the conclusions being drawn from them may be premature.

The New York Times did their own analysis.

The Times analysis, looking at 1,431 names, shows that the population most likely to be militants, men ages 20 to 29, is also the most overrepresented in the death toll.

Just one of the problems cites by the Times is that:

Human rights groups acknowledge that people killed by Hamas as collaborators and people who died naturally, or perhaps through domestic violence, are most likely counted as well.

So yes, there probably have been some non-combatant deaths that have occurred. But yes, when it is all said and done, this list will be found to have included the names of many members of Hamas and other terror groups that operate out of Gaza.

Passing it along without acknowledging the “Gaza Ministry of Health”’s role in producing propagandistic lies helps no one. It does not help the people of Gaza. It demonstrably harms the people of Israel with this slander. The only one is helps are the terrorists organizations like Hamas who produce the lie.

JVP is complicit in the propoganda for Hamas. They know this. To simply accept “Gaza Ministry of Health” data without verification from a third party source (and the UN doesn’t count because they just repeat whatever “Gaza Ministry of Health” gives them.) is, at a minimum, gross negligence or intentional given the overwhelming evidence of Hamas’ willing to lie.

jewishvoiceforpeace: This is what genocide looks like. These are the 2913 Palestinian children killed by the Israeli military this month, as of Thursday, October 26. As the Israeli airstrikes on Gaza intensify, we recognize with horror and grief that this death toll is already inaccurate.

We demand a ceasefire now to save lives. To stop a genocide. The Israeli military has already erased 47 entire Palestinian families from Gaza's population registry; all members of the family, from all generations, are dead. This is loss beyond measure.

The U.S. is also responsible for this horror. 80% of the bombs that the Israeli military drops on Gaza, that are used to kill these children, are American-made. We are called to do everything we can to stop this genocide.

As we continue to demand a ceasefire and fight for a future where everyone is free and equal and safe, we refuse to forget these lives. We will always affirm that every life is precious.

Every single one of these deaths was preventable. When we say Never Again-for anyone, this is who we mean. Never Again is right now.

Source: Gaza Ministry of Health

[swagathachristie1976]

Lovecraftian Story draft

A child's giggle fills the air in the estate's hedge maze. "I'm coming to get you!" the little girl playfully lilts. She rounds every corner expecting to find who she is playing with. As she makes her way into the open square the air starts to hang differently. Heavily. "Is that you?' She sheepishly asks looking at the hedge in front of her. "YESSSSSS..." the air hisses. Slowly a chromatic purple scar appears in the air in front of the child. A ripple in time and space a passage to the void.

"I'm this way..." it whispers. The scar grows leaving a deep black void where light and the material world should be.

Long gnarled fingers slowly grip the outside ripping at it.  From the darkness through eons the eldritch beast stares. The child freezes in place unable to comprehend the things unfolding in front of her. She regains her composure and continues into the void.

"Are we going to play together forever like you promised?" the child asks. "Of course, we will..." the words drifting through the endless void of the tear. A large hand; grey and wrinkled reaches out from the abyss.

The girl reaches out and takes it as she slowly walks into the void.

"Olivia! Olivia, where are you darling?"  The voice of her young Egyptian nanny rings out through the hedge. Behind the child, the tear, in reality, closes as the chromatic purple scar pulls itself and dissipates. "Olivia!" the voice calls out again. Silence. The young nanny rounds the corner to see the scar closing and a lone velveteen rabbit lying on the ground.

In the heart of Cairo's Ain Shams historic library where the sun's rays seldom dared to trespass the air hung stale and was thick with the musk of forgotten ages. Here in this sepulchral sanctuary of ancient knowledge wandered a lone figure. Her eyes reflecting a scholar's faint zeal she scanned the labyrinthine rows of books each a silent guardian to the past. It was in a secluded alcove where the dust of eons lay undisturbed is where Leah's gaze fell upon a tome whose very presence seemed an aberration in the ordered realm of historical texts. The binding was withered and the color of old blood. It exuded an aura of unsettling otherworldliness. 

Clack, clack, clack, clack. The rhythmic sound of footsteps filled the rows of towering shelves housing time-worn texts. They belonged to Leah El Massari former nanny and the liaison for Dr Stenwick Grimm of Miskatonic University and the Ain Shams staff.  She was in her late twenties with a medium build. Her black hair was pulled tight into a bun. Her green eyes burned with knowledge and the desire of it. Her lips pursed; she didn't wear makeup and the only piece of jewelry on her was a pendant given to her by her late father.

After retrieving a few maps requested by Dr Grimm and Dr Maadawa along with notes from the Toscan dig site she made her way back through the maze of books and back to the office of Dr Grimm.

Doctor Stenwick Grimm was a tall lean man with a coiffed beard and thinning grey hair. His oversized tweed jacket and bowtie hung off of him like an odd bulb on a Christmas tree. He was granted access to the university's ancient languages department's resources after word came that he had helped decipher some of the petroglyphs from the Antarctic expedition brought back by Geology Professor William Dyer of Miskatonic.  

His renown in ancient and occult languages was second to none. He seemed to have a knack for looking at them and understanding almost as if voices told him the answers. Leah gently rapped at the door before opening it and announcing herself. "Doctor Grimm it is I Leah," she said as she strode into the office. In her arms were a collection of drawings and maps.

Setting them down on the table she began the work of sorting them out and arranging them in front of him. 

"These are the works I believe you asked the dig crew for. A few still refuse to speak to me or Doctor Hassan Al Maadawa.

Doctor Grimm seemed to be lost in thought as he lit his pipe staring out into the void as if he were on the verge of some great epiphany and then in a flash he coughed and drew on the pipe. The scent of cherry cavendish filled the air Leah always took comfort in it. It relaxed her and let her know that work was about to begin.

The doctor straightened himself out and began to pour over the strange hieroglyphs that lined the parchment paper in front of him. Pulling out his notepad he began studiously scribbling and sketching the symbols. Leah set about making coffee and arranged notes written by some of the workers.

"The men refuse to go back to the dig site," Leah spoke, breaking the silence that hung in the room. "They say there's something unnatural about that place. Whispers in the wind, strange shapes in the shadows."

Dr. Grimm nodded, his eyes never leaving the ancient text. "Superstitions and fears often accompany the unknown, my dear. We must press on, for knowledge is our guide, and ignorance our only enemy."

Leah poured two cups of coffee, placing one in front of the doctor before sitting across from him. "What do you make of these symbols, Doctor? They seem to defy any conventional translation."

Grimm took a sip of his coffee, his eyes narrowing as if he could see beyond the parchment and into the very fabric of the symbols. "These are not mere hieroglyphs, Leah. They are a language older than the pyramids, predating even the earliest civilizations we know. This one in particular is telling a story about..." His voice trailed off as he stared at the parchment. "That's odd it tells the story of a child who went missing from their village that belonged to one of their scholars." 

The doctor leaned back, exhaling a plume of smoke from his pipe. "It is oddly similar to what happened to my dear Olivia." Tears welled up in Leah's eyes. "I know it is a sensitive thing for the both of us and that you miss her as much as I do." He said drawing on his pipe.  "My dear Elanor couldn't bear the stress of the investigators or the fact our only child was taken from us and..." He was cut off by a knock at the door. Dr Maadawa and his grandson Ibrahim let themselves in.

"I hope we are not intruding Dr. Grimm," Hassan said. Leah's eyes lit up seeing the child, and he smiled wide as he ran to give her a hug. "Salamalekum cousin!" he said hugging her tightly. "Ibrahim! Hello, my little one!" Leah said beaming. "Come let us go have tea and a snack while your grandfather and Dr. Grimm talk. "Leading him by the hand they walked into the study.

As they delved deeper into the mysterious symbols and the accounts of the dig site, Leah couldn't shake the feeling that they were treading on the precipice of something monumental. The forbidden knowledge of ancient civilizations seemed to whisper in the shadows, and the air in the room grew heavy with the weight of the unknown.

In the study, Hassan carefully examined the Byzantine parchment handed to him by Dr. Grimm. The room, now filled with the scent of tea and the muted discussions of the scholars, became a haven where the past intertwined with the present.

Leah, seated with Ibrahim, watched as the two worlds collided in the form of symbols on the aged parchment. The bond between them, though forged in different times and circumstances, felt strangely harmonious. Ibrahim, with his innocent curiosity, added a touch of youthful energy to the scholarly atmosphere.

Dr. Grimm and Dr. Maadawa continued their conversation, exchanging thoughts on the historical significance of the find. The air was thick with anticipation as if the answers to age-old mysteries were within reach. The fragility of the moment was heightened by the realization that they were uncovering a narrative that transcended time, linking the disappearance of a child from a village to the Byzantine era.

"We have been friends many years Stenwick. My niece has been with your family as both a nanny and assistant and I find it odd that this parchment almost mirrors the events with your Oliva Elanor and yourself." Maadawa said placing a reassuring hand on Dr Grimm's shoulder.

Dr. Grimm, who had been immersed in the study of the ancient parchment, looked up, his eyes meeting Dr. Maadawa's with a mixture of surprise and contemplation. The weight of shared sorrow seemed to hang in the air, binding the two friends in a connection that transcended time.

Stenwick nodded solemnly, acknowledging the long history they shared. The mention of his niece's role in Stenwick's family added another layer to the intertwining of their lives. The parallels between the events surrounding Olivia, Elanor, and himself, as reflected in the ancient symbols, created an eerie sense of connection that left both men deep in thought.

Leaning back in his chair, Stenwick took a moment to absorb the gravity of Dr. Maadawa's words. The touch of reassurance on his shoulder provided a comforting anchor amidst the unsettling revelations. The parchment, a silent witness to the echoes of history, seemed to draw a line connecting past and present, friends and family.

"I never imagined the threads of our lives would weave into such a tapestry, my friend," Stenwick finally spoke, his voice reflecting a mix of contemplation and curiosity. The enigma of the parchment held not only the secrets of ancient civilizations but also the potential to unveil the mysteries entwined with their personal histories. The study, now filled with shared memories and the weight of the unknown, became a sacred space where friendship and fate melded in the pursuit of understanding.

As Hassan deciphered the ancient script, the room held its breath, and Leah couldn't help but feel a sense of unity with the past and the people gathered around her. The forbidden knowledge they sought had the potential to illuminate the shadows of history or plunge them into deeper mysteries. The study became a sanctuary for seekers of truth, where the threads of fate wove a tapestry connecting lost children, grieving parents, and the enigmatic tales of civilizations long gone.

"It grows late my friend Ibrahim and I are off to the dig site to meet up with Fazid. I hear the men have unearthed a new set of tablets and I thought I would stop to see my lovely niece and closest friend. And her cousin has missed her as well." Dr Maadawa clasps his shoulders "I shall see you there soon." He said a smile on his face. "Be well old chap." Stenwick said smiling and then looking at Ibrahim; "Take good care of your grandfather Ibrahim." As Dr. Maadawa and Ibrahim prepared to leave for the dig site, the atmosphere in the room shifted. The weight of shared history lingered, but the promise of new discoveries awaited at the archaeological site. Stenwick and Dr. Maadawa exchanged parting words, the camaraderie between old friends evident in their smiles and gestures.

Leah, remaining in the study with Dr. Grimm, looked at the departing figures with a mix of gratitude and anticipation. The presence of the child, Ibrahim, had added a touch of vibrancy to the scholarly discussions, and now the room seemed quieter in their absence.

"Shall we continue our exploration of these ancient texts, Leah?" Dr. Grimm's voice, though tinged with the echoes of the past, held a renewed sense of curiosity. The parchment on the table beckoned, its symbols like cryptic whispers from ages gone by.

Leah nodded a determined glint in her eyes. Together, they delved back into the realm of ancient mysteries, the study becoming a sanctuary for the pursuit of knowledge and the unraveling of secrets hidden in the folds of time. As the door closed behind Dr. Maadawa and Ibrahim, the room embraced the solitude, allowing the seekers of truth to lose themselves once more in the captivating world of forgotten tales and enigmatic symbols.

The ancient parchments, like whispers from a distant era, unfolded tales of a mysterious place—an arid plateau harboring a temple that held the secrets of ages past. The narrative took an eerie turn as it recounted the journey of four individuals who ventured into the depths of the temple, yet only three emerged unscathed.

As Leah and Dr. Grimm continued to decipher the texts, the room filled with an air of anticipation and intrigue. The wild tales painted vivid images of the plateau, the ancient temple, and the enigmatic knowledge hidden within its walls. Each word seemed to carry the weight of untold mysteries, leaving Leah captivated by the allure of a distant place shrouded in the mists of time.

The mention of the missing individual perplexed Leah, and a furrow creased her brow. She exchanged glances with Dr. Grimm, the unspoken question hanging in the air. What happened to the fourth person who entered the temple, and what secrets did they seek within its depths?

The study, now immersed in the dim glow of lamplight, became a sanctuary for contemplation and discovery. As the night wore on, Leah and Dr. Grimm found themselves drawn deeper into the labyrinth of ancient tales, their quest for understanding guiding them through the intricate web of symbols and narratives that hinted at the mysteries of the arid plateau and the elusive knowledge that lay within the ancient temple.

As Leah threw herself deep into study a name kept popping up Abdul Al Hazarad. 

"I found many references to Abdul Al Hazarad Doctor. There are plenty." Leah spoke her words drifting off as she found herself thinking about the strange tome she found in the library and for a moment she too heard the strange whispers on the wind. Shaking her head she brushes it off. 

Dr. Grimm looked up from the parchment, his piercing gaze fixed on Leah. "Abdul Al Hazarad," he mused, his voice carrying a hint of both excitement and caution. "A name that echoes through the ages, a sorcerer of old. The threads of his influence are woven into the very fabric of these ancient texts."

Leah felt a shiver run down her spine as Grimm continued, "It is said that Al Hazarad delved into forbidden realms, seeking knowledge beyond the comprehension of mortals. His name is often associated with the occult and eldritch forces."

As the two continued their investigation, the office seemed to close in around them, the dusty air swirling with the weight of centuries. Leah couldn't help but recall the strange tear in reality she had witnessed in the estate's hedge maze, and the echoes of Olivia's voice calling from beyond.

"Doctor Grimm," she hesitated, her gaze fixated on the notes before her, "I came across an unusual tome in the library. Its presence seemed... unnatural. It was unlike anything I'd encountered before. The book was large its binding the color of old dried blood. The cover was a dark tan and covered in a mixture of ancient Arabic and eerie symbols that resembled no language I have ever seen"

Grimm's eyes flickered with interest. A curiosity welled up within him as he mulled over the description of the book Leah gave.

"We must investigate this further," Grimm declared, setting aside the hieroglyphs for a moment. "Such anomalies are not to be ignored. There may be a connection between Al Hazarad's influence and the events surrounding the dig site."

Leah nodded in agreement, her sense of foreboding intensifying. The esoteric blend of ancient sorcery, eldritch forces, and forbidden knowledge painted a tapestry of mysteries that seemed to intertwine with the very fabric of reality.

As they delved deeper into the enigmas before them, Leah couldn't shake the feeling that the boundaries between worlds were growing thin, and the shadows of the past were reaching out to grasp the present in a cosmic dance of secrets and revelations. The journey into the unknown had only just begun, and the echoes of Olivia's laughter lingered in the recesses of her mind, a haunting reminder of the mysteries that awaited them.

The relentless howl of the night wind swept through the vast expanse of the desert, stirring up the fine grains of sand and causing the makeshift tents at the archaeological dig site to ripple like living entities. The play of shadows cast by the flickering lanterns fueled the imaginations of the more superstitious members of the expedition, giving rise to hushed murmurs of Djinn and unseen horrors that lurked beyond the veil of darkness.

Inside his modest tent, Dr. Hassan Maadawa, a seasoned archaeologist from the University of Cairo, was engrossed in the dim glow of a kerosene lamp. The warm light revealed a cluttered space adorned with artifacts, tools, and maps. The atmosphere within was in stark contrast to the eerie desert night outside.

Carefully cradling a tablet in his weathered hands, Dr. Maadawa's eyes scanned the intricate carvings and inscriptions that adorned the ancient artifact. The Cuneiform writing, familiar to him from years of scholarly study, shared space with an enigmatic script that defied his understanding. It was a writing he had never encountered in all his years of deciphering ancient languages.

His fingers traced the unfamiliar lines, feeling the grooves and contours of a language lost to time. The tablet seemed to speak of a forgotten era, a civilization that existed on the fringes of historical memory. The blend of Cuneiform and the mysterious script hinted at a cultural crossroads where ancient knowledge intermingled with something altogether more arcane.

Outside the tent, the night wind continued its haunting melody, carrying with it whispers that seemed to echo the secrets of the desert. Dr. Maadawa couldn't shake the feeling that the tablet held a significance beyond the conventional bounds of archaeology. It hinted at a narrative that transcended the dusty annals of academia, reaching into the realms of the unknown.

As he meticulously transcribed the enigmatic script into his research notes, Dr. Maadawa felt a palpable tension in the air. The dig site, now bathed in the moonlight, held the promise of revelations that transcended the mere uncovering of ancient artifacts. It hinted at a connection to forces that lay dormant beneath the desert sands, waiting to be awakened by the touch of curious hands and the probing eyes of inquisitive scholars.

In the heart of the desert, under the celestial canopy of a thousand stars, the tablet spoke of mysteries that would soon cast their shadow over the archaeological expedition, blurring the lines between scholarship and the supernatural.

A piercing scream shattered the stillness of the desert night, echoing across the dunes and sending a shiver down the spines of those who heard it. The members of the archaeological expedition froze in their tracks, their lanterns casting long, distorted shadows as they looked toward the source of the chilling cry.

Dr. Hassan Maadawa, his heart racing, abandoned the tablet and rushed out of his tent. The night wind carried with it an unsettling aura, and the darkness seemed to close in as if concealing unseen terrors.

Outside, the scene unfolded in a tableau of confusion and fear. Among the tents, the expedition members huddled together, their faces etched with a mix of dread and disbelief. The origin of the scream remained unclear, lost amidst the shifting shadows and the distant howl of the wind.

As Dr. Maadawa surveyed the anxious faces of his colleagues, a sense of foreboding settled over the camp. The more superstitious among them whispered of ancient curses and Djinn, their eyes darting nervously in all directions.

Guided by the glow of lanterns, the group moved cautiously toward the epicenter of the disturbance. The beam of light revealed a scene that intensified their collective unease. One of the tents stood agape, its entrance flapping in the night breeze. Beside it lay an overturned table, its contents scattered in disarray.

A figure emerged from the shadows, stumbling out of the tent with wide, terror-filled eyes. It was a young archaeologist, disheveled and pale, gripping a notebook as if it were a lifeline. The scream had emanated from their throat, a guttural expression of fear and disbelief.

Amidst stammers and shaky breaths, the archaeologist attempted to convey what had transpired inside the tent. They spoke of a presence—an intangible force that had seized them with a grip colder than the desert night. Words scribbled in the notebook took on an otherworldly quality, mirroring the mysterious script on the tablet.

Dr. Maadawa's gaze shifted from the shaken archaeologist to the overturned table, and then to the now missing abandoned tablet within his tent. The connection between the unearthed artifact and the sudden disturbance became an unspoken truth, threading a narrative that transcended the boundaries of scholarly inquiry.

The desert, cloaked in an ominous stillness, held its secrets close as the expedition members grappled with the realization that the night's events were a harbinger of ancient forces that had stirred awake, drawn forth by the curiosity of those who dared to unearth the mysteries buried beneath the shifting sands.

"Ibrahim!" The Doctor shouted, "Ibrahim come quickly!" The urgency in Dr. Maadawa's voice cut through the night air, commanding attention amidst the anxious atmosphere. The young boy, Ibrahim, darted through the gathered onlookers, his small frame navigating the crowded scene with determination.

"Yes, doctor!" Ibrahim panted, his eyes wide with a mixture of concern and curiosity. He listened intently to Dr. Maadawa's instructions, the weight of the situation apparent in the scholar's stern tone.

"Take Fazid and a horse, go to the University, and bring Dr. Grimm as soon as possible. There has been a theft," Dr. Maadawa instructed, the gravity of the situation etched on his face. The very air seemed to carry the weight of ancient secrets, and the missing tablet had set in motion a chain of events that demanded immediate action.

Ibrahim nodded solemnly, a sense of responsibility well beyond his years in his gaze. "Inshallah, be safe and be quick," the doctor added his words a whispered prayer for the young messenger's journey through the desert night.

With a determined nod, Ibrahim hurried off, weaving through the tents and disappearing into the darkness. The camp, now hushed in the wake of the unfolding mystery, watched as the young boy embarked on his mission to summon Dr. Grimm.

The desert winds continued to howl, carrying with them the echoes of unseen forces and the urgency of the stolen artifact. Dr. Maadawa turned back toward the central tent, where the remnants of the overturned table and the whispers of ancient curses lingered. The night held its secrets close, and as the desert sands settled, the scholars prepared to confront the enigmatic forces that had been awakened by the theft beneath the celestial canvas of the night sky.

Dr Grimm tossed and turned in his bed as he found himself dreaming. He was running through the hedge maze in the garden of his former home in Wiltshire England. He ran as fast as his frame could carry him chasing the sound of his missing daughter's giggles. As he got closer to them they seemed to get further away and the maze didn't seem to have an end. Every time he would try to go backward the maze shifted cutting his access off. "Stenwick. Stenwick why did you leave us?" He recognized the voice of his departed wife. "If only you had been there..." the voice trailed off as he continued through the hedge now seeming to have grown wild with bramble, thorn, and nettle. 

He rounded the corner and there she was. Elanor his late wife. Her back to him. Slowly he approached her. "Elanor?" He said his voice trembling with a mixture of sadness and fear. As he walked towards her she moved away from him the bramble and thorns catching his legs and digging into his skin. She almost seemed to be gliding away as he fought to give chase. "She found me Stenwick. She found me in the darkness. We're together now." Her voice seemed to be coming from everywhere at once. As he closed the gap between them the pain from the bramble was intensified by the pain he felt in his heart. He reached out to touch her shoulder, and as he did she stopped and turned around. It was Elanor but as the day he found her dead. Her skin was pale and oily. Her left eye was black and the right side of her face was half missing from the self-inflicted gunshot.  "JOIN US!" The voice screamed through the air.

Dr Grimm sat up screaming clutching his chest his heart weak and in physical pain. 

Leah, who had been deeply engrossed in studying the notes and sketches, looked up with a start as Dr. Grimm's scream pierced the air. The suddenness of the doctor's distress sent a jolt of anxiety through her. She rushed to his side, her eyes wide with concern.

"Doctor Grimm, what's happening?" Leah exclaimed, her voice trembling. She placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to steady him.

Grimm gasped for breath, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "I... I don't know," he managed to utter between labored breaths. "A sudden pain, as if something is clutching at my very essence."

Leah's mind raced, her thoughts flickering between the eldritch revelations, the mysterious tome, and the ancient symbols. The air in the room seemed charged with an unspoken energy, and the obsidian walls felt like silent witnesses to the unfolding drama.

As Grimm clutched his chest, Leah reached for a glass of water on the nearby table, her hands shaking slightly. She held it out to him, urging him to drink. "Take a moment, Doctor. Breathe. We'll figure this out."

Grimm nodded weakly, taking the glass from Leah's outstretched hand. The water seemed to offer a momentary reprieve as the doctor closed his eyes, attempting to regain control over his ailing body.

Leah's mind raced with possibilities. Was this a physical ailment or a manifestation of the eldritch forces they had been delving into? The echoes of Olivia's laughter and the cosmic revelations seemed to linger in the background, heightening the sense of urgency.

After a few moments, Grimm's breathing steadied, though the lines of pain etched on his face persisted. He opened his eyes, meeting Leah's gaze with a mixture of gratitude and concern.

"I fear, Leah," Grimm began, his voice a bit weaker, "that our pursuit of the unknown has taken a toll on me. The threads of destiny are intertwined, and the very fabric of reality seems to respond to our actions."

Leah, though worried, nodded in understanding. The mysteries they were unraveling were potent, and the consequences were becoming increasingly tangible. The obsidian walls, once silent, now seemed to carry the weight of their discoveries, and the air in the room hung heavy with uncertainty.

As Grimm took a deep breath, they both knew that their journey into the unknown had entered a new phase—one where the boundaries between the eldritch and the mundane blurred, and the consequences of their quest became all too real. The cosmic tapestry they were navigating seemed to weave its threads around them, and the echoes of Olivia's laughter lingered, a haunting reminder of the enigmas yet to be unveiled.

The horse thundered across the desert, its hooves kicking up small clouds of sand in its wake. Fazid, with a determined gaze, spurred the horse onward, the rhythmic pounding of its gallop blending with the haunting melody of the night wind. The moon, a solitary luminary in the vast desert sky, cast an ethereal glow over the landscape.

Ibrahim held tightly to Fazid, his fingers gripping the fabric of Fazid's robes. The wind howled through the night air, a constant companion to their urgent journey. The desert, bathed in the silvery light of the moon, seemed to stretch endlessly in all directions, its dunes and contours passing by in a blur.

As they raced towards the university, the obsidian spires came into view, rising like sentinels against the night sky. The wind carried with it a sense of urgency as if it whispered ancient secrets and foretold the gravity of their quest.

Fazid's steed, a creature of the desert bred for speed, responded to his every command. The trio became one with the night, a silhouette against the moonlit expanse. The journey held an air of mystique, each hoofbeat echoing through the vastness as they approached the heart of their scholarly pursuits.

The horse slowed its thunderous gallop as they approached the outskirts of the university. The symphony of whispers in the night wind gave way to an eerie silence as if the desert itself held its breath in anticipation. The white spires and golden-domed peaks of the university rose like a mirage on the horizon, their ancient allure heightened by the stillness that surrounded them.

Fazid and Ibrahim, now enveloped in an atmosphere of hushed expectation, exchanged glances. The transition from the relentless wind to an abrupt silence felt like a prelude to the unknown. The echoes of cosmic revelations lingered, and a sense of foreboding settled over the desert landscape.

The city beyond the university began to stir, awakening with the first light of morning. The tranquil glow of predawn illuminated the white spires, casting long shadows across the sand. The university, a bastion of knowledge and mystery, lay ahead, its ancient secrets waiting to be uncovered.

Fazid guided the horse through the waking city, the sounds of distant activity accompanying their approach. The air carried a sense of anticipation as if the very stones of the university held untold stories that resonated with the cosmic tapestry they sought to unravel.

As they entered the university grounds, Fazid and Ibrahim dismounted, the horse's hooves echoing softly against the stone pathways. The white spires, now touched by the morning light, seemed to whisper tales of ages long past. The night's journey through the desert had brought them back to the heart of scholarship and inquiry, but the echoes of the cosmic revelations still resonated in the air.

Their goal lay within the ancient halls of the university, where scholars had delved into the mysteries of the universe for generations. As Fazid and Ibrahim ventured forward, the symphony of whispers returned, carried by the gentle morning breeze, hinting at the secrets that awaited them within the hallowed halls of knowledge.

Fazid's strides were purposeful as he led the way to the history department, his stern demeanor commanding a respectful path through the university corridors. Ibrahim, following in his brother's wake, observed the air of authority that surrounded Fazid. Though small in stature, Ibrahim possessed a wisdom beyond his years, a quality that often surprised those who underestimated him. The pair, close relatives of Dr. Maadawa, were well-known for their contributions to major archaeological digs.

As they passed the doors to the library, Fazid's keen instincts pricked at him. Something felt amiss. The absence of the usual guard, whose belongings were left unattended by a chair, raised an immediate sense of concern. Fazid's brow furrowed, and he paused for a moment, his senses heightened by an unspoken unease.

"Ibrahim," Fazid spoke with urgency, "go to Leah and Dr. Grimm and give them the message. I wish to check in on Brother Hamidulah." The gravity in Fazid's voice did not escape Ibrahim's notice.

"You have that look on your face, brother. Nothing good ever happens when you look like that. Salamalekum, my brother," Ibrahim remarked, a mix of concern and caution in his eyes.

"Malekumsalah," Fazid replied curtly, the weight of his responsibilities pressing upon him. With a determined stride, he headed for the library, the unsettling feeling growing stronger with each step.

Ibrahim, sensing the urgency and recognizing the potential danger, wasted no time. He darted through the corridors, his small frame moving with a sense of purpose. The theft of the tablet and now his brother's instinctive response to the library hinted at a larger mystery unfolding. Ibrahim knew he must act swiftly to convey the message and ensure the safety of those involved in the archaeological expedition.

As the brothers went their separate ways, the university corridors held the tension of impending revelations, and the secrets buried within the walls of knowledge seemed to stir, reaching out to ensnare those who dared to uncover the mysteries hidden in the depths of the library.

The oppressive silence within the massive archive contrasted sharply with Fazid's cautious entry. Slowly and methodically, he opened the door, scanning the entrance for any signs of disturbance. Finding none, he proceeded down the main corridor, every step taken with vigilant intent.

A red smear on the floor arrested his attention, setting off a silent alarm in Fazid's mind. "Brother Hamidulah!" he called out, the echoes of his voice rebounding through the archive. Silence hung in the air, and a subtle shiver ran down Fazid's spine.

"Brother, where are you? Are you well?" Fazid's words hung unanswered as an uneasy tension settled over the archive. The quietude seemed to amplify the weight of his concern.

Around a corner, the guard emerged, yet a disconcerting transformation had taken hold. Black veins marred his skin, and an unnatural pallor clung to him. His movements were awkward, reminiscent of a creature grappling with the unfamiliarity of walking on two legs. In his hands, he clutched a large tan book, its binding the color of dried blood, secured by a menacing metal clasp.

"Brother Hamidulah?" Fazid's inquiry met with a disquieting sight—Hamidulah's jet-black eyes and a head cocked to the side. Fazid's hand instinctively sought the dagger at his hip, readiness etched on his face.

"BISMILLAH HIR RAHMAN NIR RAHIM! IN THE NAME OF ALLAH, SUBMIT TO HIS WILL, DJINN!" Fazid's authoritative exclamation carried a potent mix of determination and spiritual conviction. The figure, now hunched and displaying signs of escape, responded with an unnerving swiftness, advancing toward Fazid.

Fazid, unwavering in his resolve, brandished his dagger as a symbolic shield against the supernatural threat. The archive, once a repository of knowledge, transformed into an arena where the forces of the unknown clashed with the unwavering courage of a guardian determined to protect those within its walls.

As the figure with jet-black eyes and a hunched posture rushed towards Fazid, the atmosphere in the archive crackled with tension. Fazid, armed with both physical and spiritual resolve, stood his ground, his dagger held before him like a beacon of resistance.

The unnatural gait of the figure, reminiscent of an animal on two legs, added an eerie layer to the unfolding encounter. The large tan book, bound in the color of dried blood, seemed to pulse with malevolent energy in the figure's grasp.

"BISMILLAH HIR RAHMAN NIR RAHIM! IN THE NAME OF ALLAH, STAND DOWN, DJINN!" Fazid's invocation echoed through the archive, a potent declaration that reverberated in the confines of the hallowed space.

Undeterred, the figure continued its relentless advance, its movements betraying an otherworldly determination. Fazid, drawing strength from his faith, braced himself for the imminent confrontation. As the figure closed the distance, Fazid lunged forward, dagger poised to ward off the supernatural threat.

In the ensuing struggle, the archive became a battleground between the mortal and the arcane. The sound of clashing echoed amidst the shelves of ancient tomes, each clash an affirmation of Fazid's commitment to protecting the sanctity of the archive and those within its walls.

With a swift and decisive maneuver, Fazid managed to disarm the figure, the dagger clattering to the floor. However, the struggle was far from over. The figure, now cornered, emitted an otherworldly howl, its pale and oily skin seemingly resisting the laws of nature.

The jet-black eyes fixated on Fazid, and the archive seemed to pulse with a dark energy. Sensing the escalating danger, Fazid took a step back, his eyes never leaving the enigmatic foe before him.

In that charged moment, the air itself seemed to hold its breath as the archive bore witness to a battle that transcended the boundaries of the known world. Fazid, standing at the crossroads of history and the supernatural, prepared for the next phase of the confrontation, aware that the secrets hidden within the ancient tomes might hold the key to understanding and combating the unearthly forces at play.

As the figure, now disarmed, emitted an otherworldly howl, the tension in the archive reached a fever pitch. Fazid, though successful in momentarily subduing the supernatural threat, remained vigilant, aware that the struggle was far from over. The pale and oily skin of the figure seemed to ripple with an otherworldly energy, defying the natural order.

In the charged silence that followed, the archive walls seemed to whisper ancient secrets, and the air itself carried the weight of centuries-old knowledge. Fazid, his senses heightened by the encounter, braced for the unknown as the figure fixed its jet-black eyes upon him.

The archive, a repository of history and mysteries, became a stage for a battle that transcended the boundaries of the mortal realm. Fazid, standing amidst the ancient tomes and the echoes of scholars long gone, recognized the gravity of the situation. The stolen tablet, the eerie book, and the supernatural encounter were threads in a tapestry that wove together forces beyond human comprehension.

With a sudden and unexpected burst of unearthly strength, the figure lunged at Fazid, its movements defying the laws of physics. Fazid, fueled by both physical prowess and a deep well of spiritual strength, dodged the attack with a swift sidestep. The figure collided with a bookshelf, causing ancient volumes to cascade to the floor in a tumultuous symphony of history.

Seizing the opportunity, Fazid, now wielding the recovered dagger, recited protective prayers under his breath. The words, a shield against the arcane, seemed to resonate within the archive's hallowed space. The figure, momentarily disoriented, recoiled from the divine invocation, its oily skin contorting in discomfort.

"Flee, foul entity! Return to the shadows from whence you came!" Fazid commanded with unwavering authority, the echo of his voice cutting through the archive's silence.

As if responding to the spiritual command, the figure convulsed and then, with an unnatural fluidity, retreated into the shadows. The archive once again plunged into stillness, bore the scars of the supernatural encounter. Fazid, holding the recovered dagger and breathing heavily, surveyed the aftermath.

The stolen tablet, the enigmatic book, and the arcane entity hinted at a convergence of ancient forces. With a resolute determination, Fazid understood that the answers to unraveling the mysteries lay within the very archives he had defended. As he turned his gaze to the scattered tomes and the lingering echoes of the supernatural struggle, he prepared to delve deeper into the enigmatic past, where history intertwined with the realms of the unknown.

Ibrahim moved with swift determination through the labyrinthine halls of the history department, his small frame navigating the familiar corridors. The urgency of his mission propelled him forward as he sought out Dr. Grimm's office.

Passing by closed doors adorned with nameplates, Ibrahim scanned each one for the telltale sign of the scholar he needed to find. The soft murmur of conversations from nearby offices and the occasional creak of a door added to the ambient sounds of the academic environment.

After a few turns and brisk strides, Ibrahim spotted a door with a nameplate that read "Dr. Stenwick Grimm – History Department." Relief washed over him as he approached the entrance. Taking a deep breath, he knocked lightly on the door, his knuckles rapping in a rhythmic pattern.

"Dr. Grimm, it's Ibrahim. Grandfather sent me with an urgent message," he called out, his voice carrying a sense of urgency and respect. The importance of the message and the mysteries unfolding in the university weighed heavily on Ibrahim's young shoulders as he awaited a response from the esteemed historian.

Leah stepped through the door into the office. "Ibrahim?"  she asked. "What happened are you alright and where is Fazid?" 

"Something happened at the dig site and there was a theft and Fazid is in the archives looking for Brother Hamidulah. I believe something is wrong." Dr. Grimmstill a bit pale and shaken from his night terror stepped in from behind Leah. "What's this you say? A theft at the dig site. Is your Grandfather Hassan ok?" he asked the deep concern resonating in his voice.

Ibrahim turned to face Leah, his expression a mix of urgency and concern. "Leah, something happened at the dig site. There was a theft, and Fazid is in the archives looking for Brother Hamidulah. I believe something is wrong," he explained quickly, the weight of the situation evident in his words.

Leah's eyes widened with a combination of worry and curiosity. "A theft? Is Dr. Maadawa okay?" she inquired, her mind already processing the implications of the unsettling news.

Dr. Grimm, still recovering from his night terror, stepped in from behind Leah. His presence brought an air of authority and reassurance to the room. "What's this you say? A theft at the dig site. Is your Grandfather Hassan okay?" he asked, the deep concern resonating in his voice.

Ibrahim nodded in response. "Yes, Dr. Maadawa is okay for now. He sent me to find you and let you know about the situation. Fazid is dealing with something in the archives, and we're not sure what's happening," he explained, his young voice conveying the gravity of the events unfolding.

Leah, sharing a glance with Dr. Grimm, quickly moved into action. "We need to go to the archives and see what's happening. Fazid might need our help, and we can figure out the details on the way," she suggested, her professional instincts kicking in.

Dr. Grimm, his concern deepening, nodded in agreement. "Ibrahim, lead the way. We need to address this situation swiftly and ensure the safety of everyone involved," he declared, the scholar's resolve cutting through the uncertainty that hung in the air.

As the trio prepared to leave the office, the weight of the mysteries at the dig site and in the archives pressed upon them. The journey ahead promised answers, but it also hinted at the unseen forces that lurked in the shadows of the university's hallowed halls.

Ibrahim, now taking the lead, guided Leah and Dr. Grimm through the winding corridors of the history department. The urgency of their footsteps echoed in the quiet halls, and a palpable tension lingered as they approached the archives.

As they neared the entrance, Ibrahim spoke with a hushed urgency, "Fazid was dealing with something... unusual. I saw a guard, but he wasn't normal. Black veins, pale skin, and he was holding a strange book. Fazid tried to confront him, and there was a struggle."

Leah's brow furrowed, and Dr. Grimm's concern deepened at the troubling description. The convergence of the stolen tablet, the mysterious book, and the unearthly encounter painted a portrait of an unfolding enigma that demanded immediate attention.

The door to the archives loomed before them, and Ibrahim, with a determined expression, pushed it open. The trio entered cautiously, their eyes adjusting to the dim lighting within. The air held a strange stillness as if the very walls of knowledge harbored secrets that yearned to be unveiled.

"Fazid!" Dr. Grimm called out, the urgency in his voice echoing through the archive's vast expanse. The scattered books, remnants of the earlier struggle, added an eerie backdrop to their quest for answers.

The trio moved deeper into the archive, their footsteps reverberating through the silent space. The dim lighting cast long shadows that danced across the ancient shelves, creating an atmosphere of both anticipation and foreboding.

As they ventured further, they began to notice peculiar markings on the shelves and floor – symbols that mirrored those found in the stolen tablet and the enigmatic book. The air in the archive seemed charged with an otherworldly energy, and a sense of unease settled over them.

Leah, her instincts as an archaeologist heightened, bent down to examine the symbols on the floor. "These markings... they match the ones on the stolen tablet and the book. There's a connection here, and it's not just a random act of theft," she remarked, her mind racing to piece together the puzzle.

Dr. Grimm, his scholarly curiosity piqued, nodded in agreement. "Indeed, Leah. The threads of this mystery are intricately woven into the fabric of the archive itself. We must tread carefully and decipher the meaning behind these symbols," he advised, his gaze scanning the shelves for any clue that might unravel the enigma.

Ibrahim, still processing the supernatural encounter he witnessed, kept a vigilant watch on their surroundings. The archive, once a haven of knowledge, now seemed like a portal to a realm where history and the unknown converged.

Suddenly, a soft murmur caught their attention. Turning a corner, they discovered Fazid, his back against a bookshelf, engaged in a fervent prayer. The stolen tablet lay on the ground beside him, its glow casting an ethereal light in the confined space

beside the book.

"Fazid!" Dr. Grimm called out again, this time with relief. Fazid looked up, his eyes reflecting a mix of exhaustion and determination.

"Dr. Grimm, Leah, Ibrahim, the entity – it's not human. I sensed a dark presence, and my prayers seemed to repel it momentarily. But it retreated into the shadows, leaving behind these symbols," Fazid explained, gesturing towards the markings on the floor.

Leah examined the symbols once more, her scholarly mind racing. "These are not just random symbols. They're part of a ritual, a summoning of some kind. We need to understand the context, the purpose behind these markings," she suggested, her archaeological instincts taking over.

Dr. Grimm, now fully immersed in the unfolding mystery, nodded in agreement. "Agreed. We must gather all the information we have – the stolen tablet, the enigmatic book, and these symbols. There's a connection that binds them, and it's our duty to unravel it," he declared, a resolute determination in his voice.

The archive, once a sanctuary of knowledge, had become the epicenter of a cosmic puzzle. As the group began to piece together the fragments of the mystery, the air in the archive crackled with both intellectual excitement and the lingering presence of the supernatural forces that had left their mark on the sacred space. 

The quartet hurriedly exited the archives, the weight of the uncovered mysteries still lingering in the air. Fazid led the way, his steps echoing the exhaustion in his voice. Leah clutched the ancient tome, its pages filled with cryptic symbols, while Dr. Grimm carefully cradled the stolen tablet wrapped in a protective shroud.

The journey through the winding corridors of the university led them back to the open air, where Dr. Grimm's jeep waited. The night sky stretched above them, and the cool breeze carried a sense of urgency. The group wasted no time, piling into the vehicle as Fazid took the driver's seat.

"Back to the dig site, we must uncover the truth behind these artifacts and the dark forces at play," Dr. Grimm declared, his scholarly resolve undeterred by the supernatural challenges they had faced in the archives.

As the jeep sped through the campus, the glow of streetlights and the distant hum of the city became a backdrop to their collective thoughts. The stolen tablet, the enigmatic book, and the arcane symbols held the key to a mystery that spanned centuries, and the dig site was the nexus where the past and the present collided.

The journey back to the dig site was filled with a tense silence, each member of the group lost in their thoughts. Fazid focused on the road, his weariness masked by a determination to protect the sanctity of the archaeological site. Leah examined the ancient tome, deciphering its contents with a keen eye for details. Dr. Grimm, his mind a repository of historical knowledge, contemplated the implications of the artifacts they carried.

Dr. Maadawa, the seasoned archaeologist overseeing the dig site, approached the group with a mix of curiosity and concern etched on his face. The air around the site felt charged with an otherworldly presence as if the very ruins were whispering the secrets of the past and the mysteries that now unfolded.

"Stolen tablet, ancient tome, and markings in the archives? What in the world is happening here?" Dr. Maadawa inquired, his gaze shifting between the artifacts in Dr. Grimm's hands and the solemn expressions of the team.

Dr. Grimm took a moment to explain the events that had transpired – the theft, the supernatural encounter in the archives, and the mysterious symbols that connected the stolen tablet, the ancient tome, and the enigmatic book. Dr. Maadawa listened intently, absorbing the gravity of the situation.

"We must work together to unravel this mystery. Our knowledge of history, archaeology, and spirituality will be crucial in understanding the forces at play," Dr. Maadawa asserted, his authoritative demeanor reinforcing the collaborative effort needed.

Leah continued examining the ancient tome, her fingers tracing the symbols with a meticulous touch. "There's a pattern here, a language that binds these artifacts together. We need to decode it to understand the ritual or incantation that connects them," she explained, her archaeological instincts driving her investigation.

Fazid, determined to contribute both scholarly and spiritual insights, sought guidance from the spiritual leaders associated with the dig site. He engaged in fervent conversations with them, seeking ancient texts and oral traditions that might shed light on the supernatural elements entwined with the artifacts.

As the night deepened, the makeshift command center became a hub of collective knowledge and expertise. The artifacts were carefully laid out, and the symbols were scrutinized under the glow of strategically placed lamps. The ruins, once silent witnesses to a forgotten civilization, seemed to come alive with the energy of the past and the present converging.

The group, guided by a shared purpose, delved into the layers of time, determined to uncover the truth that lay hidden within the artifacts and symbols. The dig site, now a crossroads of history and the supernatural, demanded their unwavering courage and collaborative efforts to decipher the enigma that had disrupted the once tranquil exploration of a forgotten civilization.

Hours passed as the team tirelessly worked to unravel the mysteries surrounding the stolen tablet, the ancient tome, and the markings that seemed to bind them together. The flickering light of lanterns and the soft rustle of parchment filled the makeshift command center.

Leah, engrossed in her analysis, traced the symbols on the ancient tome with a steady hand. "These symbols are not just decorative; they're part of a larger system, a language that holds the key to understanding the connection between these artifacts," she mused, sharing her findings with the group.

Dr. Grimm, deep in thought, cross-referenced the symbols with his vast knowledge of historical texts. "There are similarities with ancient scripts and occult symbols, but we're missing a crucial link. We need to find the common thread that ties them all together," he suggested, his scholarly insight contributing to the ongoing investigation.

Fazid returned from consulting with the spiritual leaders, a worn manuscript in his hands. "I found references to similar symbols in ancient texts, but their meanings are cryptic. It seems we are dealing with a force beyond the conventional understanding of history and spirituality," he explained, his voice carrying a mix of reverence and concern.

Dr. Maadawa, overseeing the collaborative effort, contemplated the artifacts laid out before him. "Our task is to uncover the purpose behind this connection. What ritual or incantation binds these elements together? There must be a reason behind the disturbance we've encountered," he observed, urging the team to persevere in their quest for answers.

As the night progressed, the group noticed a subtle resonance among the artifacts. The stolen tablet, the ancient tome, and the markings on the floor seemed to form a harmonious pattern when placed in proximity. A soft hum filled the air, creating an ethereal atmosphere in the dimly lit command center.

Leah, her eyes widening with realization, pointed to the emerging pattern. "It's as if these artifacts are components of a larger ritual. The symbols align in a specific sequence, suggesting a ceremonial purpose," she exclaimed, her archaeological intuition guiding the breakthrough.

Dr. Grimm, his eyes alight with intellectual curiosity, quickly began deciphering the sequence. "The stolen tablet is a key element, activating the symbols when combined with the ancient tome. It's a ritual of invocation, a bridge between the earthly and the supernatural," he explained, his scholarly deduction unraveling the layers of the mystery.

Fazid, recognizing the significance of the discovery, bowed his head in prayer. "We must proceed with caution. The power within these artifacts is not to be underestimated. We tread on sacred ground, and our actions may have consequences," he warned, the weight of spiritual responsibility evident in his words.

With newfound understanding, the team prepared to enact the ritual cautiously. The stolen tablet was carefully placed, and the ancient tome opened to the corresponding page. The group, united by a common purpose, chanted the deciphered incantation as the markings on the floor pulsed with energy.

In the dimly lit command center, a portal seemed to open, revealing glimpses of a realm beyond human perception. The atmosphere quivered with an otherworldly force, and the team, standing at the nexus of history and the supernatural, braced themselves for the revelations that awaited them on the other side. A purple scar formed in the images of the portal. As the tear in the fabric of reality opened a silence overtook the room.

The heart of the scar, pitch black and seemingly endless, drew the team's attention. Leah, clutching the ancient tome in her hands, exchanged a determined look with the others. Fazid, breaking the silence, took the initiative.

"I will go first," Fazid declared, his voice steady with a combination of spiritual resolve and practical readiness. He grabbed his backpack and a torch, the flame flickering with an otherworldly glow. With a deep breath, Fazid stepped through the heart of the scar.

The others followed suit, one by one, each carrying their own sense of purpose. Dr. Grimm, with his wealth of historical knowledge, stepped through next, his expression a mix of intellectual curiosity and scholarly determination. Dr. Maadawa, the seasoned archaeologist, crossed into the unknown.

Leah, the archaeologist and decipherer of ancient symbols, brought up the rear. As she passed through the heart of the scar, the surroundings shifted, and the transition between realms felt like a dreamlike journey through time and space. 

The group found themselves standing in a vast expanse of blackness. The obsidian-like walls absorbed the torch's glow, creating an eerie and mysterious atmosphere. In the darkness, they couldn't discern the dimensions of the room they were in; it seemed to extend infinitely in all directions.

In front of them stood a large black door, contrasting starkly with the surrounding darkness. The door emitted an unnatural green glow from all sides, casting an ethereal light that danced upon the inky walls. The air carried a faint hum, as if the very fabric of this strange dimension resonated with a hidden energy.

Fazid, holding the torch high, surveyed the surroundings with a mixture of caution and wonder. "This is unlike anything I've ever seen. The symbols in the tome might hold the key to understanding the purpose of this door," he suggested, his voice echoing softly in the vast emptiness.

Dr. Grimm, his scholarly curiosity piqued, approached the door. "It seems to be a portal of sorts, a threshold to another layer of this realm. The green glow signifies something significant, perhaps a connection to the arcane energies we sensed earlier," he theorized, his mind already racing to interpret the mysteries before them.

Leah, the ancient tome still in her hands, scrutinized the symbols on its pages. "There might be clues in these symbols that can guide us through the door or help us understand its purpose. Let me examine them closely," she suggested, her expertise in deciphering ancient languages and symbols coming to the forefront.

As the team studied the door and the surrounding darkness, a hushed silence settled over them. The green glow from the door seemed to pulse in harmony with the unseen energies that permeated the dimension they had entered. The obsidian-like walls stood as silent witnesses to the enigma that lay before them.

With a collective decision, the team prepared to open the door. Fazid, Dr. Grimm, Dr. Maadawa, and Leah shared a glance filled with a mix of anticipation and determination. The torch's glow flickered in the vast expanse of blackness as they approached the mysterious portal, ready to step into the next layer of this surreal dimension and uncover the truths that awaited them on the other side.

The door slowly opened, revealing an arid landscape that stretched before the group. The torch's glow illuminated the barren terrain, and the obsidian walls seemed to have given way to a vast desert expanse. In the distance, a structure emerged, appearing like a Tibetan monastery against the backdrop of the surreal landscape.

The path ahead led to a set of large steps, ascending towards the monastery. The steps, weathered and ancient, hinted at the passage of time and the significance of the structure that awaited them. The air in this dimension carried a dry heat, and the silence of the desert seemed to amplify the anticipation of the journey that lay ahead.

Fazid, leading the group, moved forward with the torch casting shadows across the sandy ground. The others followed closely, their senses heightened by the unfamiliar sights and sounds of this enigmatic realm. Dr. Grimm, Dr. Maadawa, and Leah exchanged glances, acknowledging the surreal nature of their surroundings.

As they approached the monastery, the details of its architecture became clearer. Intricate carvings adorned the walls, and prayer flags fluttered in the ethereal breeze. The structure seemed to blend seamlessly with the desert landscape as if it had been part of this dimension for eons.

The large steps led them closer to the monastery's entrance, and the anticipation grew with each ascent. The green glow from the door behind them still pulsed faintly, a reminder of the doorway between dimensions that they had traversed.

Reaching the top of the steps, the group stood before the monastery's entrance. The wooden doors, ornately decorated with symbols reminiscent of those in the ancient tome, awaited their opening. Fazid, his torch illuminating the carvings on the doors, turned to look at the others.

With collective determination, the group pushed open the monastery doors, revealing the secrets that lay within. The air within the sacred space was imbued with ancient wisdom, and the journey into the unknown continued as they stepped into the heart of the Tibetan-like monastery, ready to unravel the enigma that awaited them in this surreal dimension.

The interior of the monastery was bathed in an otherworldly glow, the braziers emitting blue flames casting an ethereal light across the expansive hallway. The statues of elder gods adorned the walls, their alien appearance and tentacled features giving off an unsettling aura. Leah, with her expertise in deciphering symbols, couldn't shake the unease that crept over her as the group made their way down the corridor.

The statues, seemingly depicting entities beyond human comprehension, lined the path like silent sentinels of ancient knowledge. Dr. Grimm, Dr. Maadawa, and Fazid exchanged intrigued glances, their scholarly curiosity tempered by a cautious awareness of the otherworldly nature of the beings represented.

Leah examined the symbols and carvings that adorned the walls, attempting to glean some understanding of the elder gods. "These depictions are unlike anything found in historical records. They seem to transcend earthly mythologies, representing entities that defy conventional understanding," she remarked, her voice carrying a mix of curiosity and wariness.

As they ventured deeper into the monastery, the expansive hallway seemed to stretch endlessly. The blue flames from the braziers flickered with an otherworldly intensity, casting shadows that danced along the alien carvings. The air held a palpable tension as if the very walls whispered ancient secrets that begged to be unveiled.

Fazid, sensing the unease among the group, spoke with a calming presence. "We must approach this with an open mind. These depictions may represent cosmic entities, beyond the scope of our known universe. Let us continue with respect and humility," he suggested, his spiritual guidance providing a steadying influence.

The journey through the monastery became a passage through an ancient repository of cosmic knowledge. Each step unveiled more mysteries, and the group, surrounded by the enigmatic symbols and depictions of elder gods, pressed on with a shared determination to unravel the secrets that lay hidden within the heart of this surreal dimension.

As the group made their way forward Leah heard whispers in her ear pulling her towards a door that went unnoticed by the others. Walking into the room on instinct she lost sight of the others.

Leah Slowly paces the room the light of the blue flames reflecting off the obsidian walls. Thoughts swirling in her head along with otherworldly voices rhythmically repeating the same phrase. Leah felt as though her head was spinning without realizing she was speaking. The words were unrecognizable to any human language. As she spoke a foul stench filled the air she didn't notice the sigils on the floor and walls around her glowing or the small tentacles erupting from the floor beneath her. In a flash, they shot up to Leah's back.

The pain shoots through her spine as the waves of tiny tentacles attach to the spinal cord and slowly creep up to the base of her neck. Attaching themselves to her temples her eyes roll back in her head, but she still has vision. Not of the present, but of the future. She sees the Eldritch Being rise from the sea. She sees what came before that and life in reverse to this moment of pain. Collapsing on the floor with terror she knows her desire for knowledge will lead Doctor Grimm to his death and has led her to this moment with the book.

The creature having imparted its knowledge releases Leah and the tiny tentacles dissolve into black ichor covering her. She vomits and coughs violently trying to regain any sense of control her body shakes and writes as she lies crying. Sobbing with the knowledge of surely impending doom.

The echoes of Leah's lament reverberated through the eerie chamber, reaching the obsidian walls that seemed to absorb the torchlight. The air hung heavy with the aftermath of her ordeal, and the black ichor that covered her seemed to pulse with otherworldly energy.

Leah lay on the cold floor, her body wracked with convulsions. Her eyes, now void of the visions that had overwhelmed her, stared blankly at the ceiling. The pain had subsided, but the weight of the knowledge she had gained pressed upon her like a suffocating shroud.

In the distance, the walls of the chamber seemed to shimmer, as if the very fabric of reality rippled in response to Leah's ordeal. The obsidian expanse, once an enigmatic sanctuary of ancient knowledge, now held an air of malevolence.

As Leah slowly regained control of her body, the realization of the impending doom she had foreseen settled upon her like a leaden weight. Doctor Grimm's fate, intertwined with her thirst for knowledge, now cast a long, ominous shadow over their quest.

Summoning every ounce of strength, Leah pushed herself into a sitting position. The black ichor that coated her skin left an unsettling residue, and she shivered in both fear and revulsion. The chamber seemed to pulse with subtle energy as if it bore witness to the unraveling of cosmic truths.

As she attempted to steady her breathing, Leah's mind raced with the implications of the knowledge imparted by the eldritch creature. The leviathan rising from the sea, events unfolding in reverse, and the inescapable fate awaiting Doctor Grimm all intertwined in a cosmic tapestry woven by forces beyond human comprehension.

Determined to face the inevitable, Leah staggered to her feet, the torchlight casting flickering shadows on the obsidian walls. The chamber itself seemed to guide her steps as if the very stones held a dark intelligence.

Leah stumbled toward the entrance of the chamber, her movements a delicate balance between the weight of newfound knowledge and the physical toll of her ordeal. The sigils on the floor and walls, once unnoticed, now glowed with an unnatural intensity, casting an eerie light that danced across the tentacles' remains and the black ichor that clung to her.

Leaving the chamber behind, Leah emerged into a dimly lit corridor. The air was thick with an otherworldly aura, and the distant murmur of the eldritch voices lingered like a haunting melody. The path ahead seemed both familiar and alien as if the very architecture of the ancient place responded to the cosmic revelations.

As Leah moved forward, the visions continued to flicker in her mind. She saw glimpses of Doctor Grimm, unaware of the impending doom that awaited him. Her desire for knowledge, once a driving force, now felt like a curse that led both her and Grimm to the precipice of a cosmic abyss.

Dread weighed on her shoulders, but a newfound determination burned within her. If the visions were to be believed, she held the key to altering the course of fate. The chamber, the sigils, and the eldritch entity had chosen her as a conduit for their cosmic secrets, and now the responsibility lay heavy on her shoulders.

The labyrinthine corridors seemed to stretch endlessly, twisting and turning as if to disorient her. Yet, guided by an unseen force, Leah pressed on. The fate of Doctor Grimm, the rise of the leviathan, and the reversal of time itself loomed large in her mind.

Leah's journey through the ancient structure was both a physical and metaphysical odyssey. The walls whispered secrets, the shadows danced with unseen entities, and the air resonated with the echoes of cosmic truths. Each step brought her closer to an uncertain destiny, and with every passing moment, the weight of the knowledge she carried threatened to consume her.

In the darkness of the corridor, Leah's resolve solidified. She would confront the impending doom, challenge the cosmic forces that bound her, and strive to rewrite the fate that had been unveiled in that eldritch chamber. The journey ahead was fraught with peril, but with the echoes of her lament still reverberating, Leah moved forward into the unknown, determined to shape her own destiny amidst the cosmic tapestry that unfolded before her.

The corridor seemed to stretch infinitely, an otherworldly path leading Leah deeper into the heart of ancient mysteries. The air grew colder, and the subtle hum of eldritch energy surrounded her like a spectral cloak. Each step resonated with a sense of inevitability as if the very stones beneath her feet echoed the cosmic dance she was entwined in.

As Leah navigated the maze-like corridors, the enigmatic whispers of the eldritch voices became more pronounced. The unseen force guiding her seemed to respond to their ethereal calls, leading her through winding passages and shadowy alcoves. The obsidian walls bore silent witness to the unfolding drama, absorbing the torchlight as if it were the lifeblood of forgotten secrets.

The visions that flickered in Leah's mind continued to paint a tapestry of doom. Doctor Grimm's fate hung in the balance, tethered to her choices and the cosmic revelations she carried. The looming rise of the leviathan, a creature from the depths of the sea, cast its shadow over her path, a symbol of impending cataclysm.

The corridor widened into a vast chamber, its ceiling lost in the shadows. In the center stood an ancient altar, adorned with symbols that mirrored those on the chamber walls. The air crackled with a mysterious energy, and a low hum resonated through the very fabric of reality.

Leah approached the altar, her movements guided by an unseen force. The sigils on its surface seemed to react to her presence, glowing with an intensity that matched the urgency of the cosmic revelations. As she touched the ancient symbols, a surge of power coursed through her, connecting her to the eldritch forces that wove the tapestry of fate.

Leah's fingers trembled as they brushed the ancient symbols adorning the eldritch altar. The surge of power that coursed through her was not just a connection to cosmic forces but a gateway to the abyss of the mind. The visions, once contained, now threatened to engulf her sanity in a maelstrom of eldritch chaos.

As she touched the altar, the symbols seemed to writhe beneath her fingertips, mirroring the dance of tentacles and shadows that played on the obsidian walls. The air crackled with unsettling energy, and the eldritch voices, once distant whispers, now roared in her mind like a cacophony of madness.

Leah's eyes rolled back in her head, and her body convulsed as if caught in the throes of an otherworldly possession. The visions that unfolded were no longer coherent; they twisted and warped, a distorted tapestry of time and space that defied reason. The leviathan rose with a monstrous roar, time unraveled in dissonant threads, and Doctor Grimm's fate became an indistinct blur.

The obsidian walls seemed to close in, the torchlight flickering erratically. The once-guiding force became a tormentor, leading Leah through a labyrinth of her own fragmented thoughts. Shadows danced in macabre patterns, and the air hung thick with the stench of eldritch madness.

Leah's screams pierced the eerie chamber, a symphony of anguish that reverberated through the ancient structure. The sigils on the altar glowed with an intensity that matched the fervor of her descent into madness. The cosmic forces, now unbridled, took hold of her mind and soul.

In the depths of her insanity, Leah saw phantasmagoric landscapes, heard unintelligible whispers, and felt the cold touch of unseen entities. The boundary between self and other blurred, and she became a vessel for the eldritch energies that pulsed through the altar.

The black ichor that covered her seemed to seep into her very being, merging with the chaos within. The once-determined scholar became a fractured soul, lost in the abyss of cosmic revelations. The obsidian walls absorbed her screams, and the eerie chamber became a silent witness to the tragic unraveling of a mind ensnared by eldritch knowledge.

As the echoes of Leah's descent into madness lingered in the air, the obsidian walls seemed to absorb the tormented energy. The eldritch voices, now satisfied, receded into the shadows, leaving the ancient structure to carry the weight of secrets that only the mad could comprehend. The fate of Doctor Grimm, the rise of the leviathan, and the cosmic tapestry of existence became lost fragments in the shattered mind of Leah, a tragic consequence of daring to touch the eldritch altar.

Fazid, his senses heightened by Leah's piercing screams, turned sharply, the torch held high as he faced the unfolding horror. The torchlight flickered erratically, casting disconcerting shadows that danced along the obsidian walls. The once-guiding force had become a tormentor, and the group found themselves ensnared in the unfolding nightmare.

"Leah!" Fazid called out, his voice a desperate plea, as he rushed towards her convulsing form. The visions that tormented her seemed to ripple through the air, distorting the very fabric of reality. The obsidian walls, once stoic witnesses to cosmic secrets, now felt like oppressive specters closing in on the group.

Dr. Grimm and Dr. Maadawa, grappling with a mixture of concern and shock, joined Fazid in attempting to stabilize Leah. The sigils on the altar glowed with an unnatural intensity, mirroring the fervor of her descent into madness. The cosmic forces, unbridled and malevolent, pulsed through the ancient structure.

As Fazid touched Leah's trembling form, he felt an otherworldly chill, a manifestation of the eldritch energies that had taken hold. "We must break whatever connection she has with this altar," he urged the others, his eyes reflecting a blend of determination and concern.

The obsidian walls seemed to echo with the echoes of Leah's tormented screams, absorbing the eldritch energy that permeated the air. The once-sturdy torch, now a flickering beacon of uncertain guidance, cast unsettling shadows as the group grappled with the cosmic forces at play.

With a collective effort, the group attempted to move Leah away from the eldritch altar. The sigils glowed with a final burst of intensity before subsiding, leaving the ancient structure in an eerie silence. 

Leah's convulsions began to subside as the group moved her away from the eldritch altar. The oppressive atmosphere in the chamber lifted, but the remnants of cosmic malevolence lingered in the air. The once-flickering torch now regained its steadiness, casting a more reliable light that revealed the aftermath of the eldritch encounter.

Fazid, Dr. Grimm, and Dr. Maadawa gathered around Leah, their concern etched on their faces. The sigils on the altar, having subsided, now appeared dormant. The obsidian walls, while still carrying an air of cosmic secrets, no longer felt as threatening.

Leah, though physically removed from the eldritch influence, remained unconscious. Her breaths were shallow, and a pallor clung to her face, evidence of the toll the otherworldly possession had taken on her. Fazid, drawing from both spiritual and practical knowledge, whispered a prayer as he gently placed his hands on Leah's forehead.

"We must find a way to heal her, to sever the lingering connection with whatever forces inhabit this place," Fazid suggested, his gaze shifting between the unconscious Leah and the dormant altar. The cosmic energies, while momentarily subdued, still held a tenuous grip on the chamber.

Dr. Grimm, his scholarly instincts rekindling, surveyed the sigils on the altar with a newfound wariness. "There's more to this place than we anticipated. We need to understand the purpose of these symbols and the cosmic forces they represent," he remarked, his mind already racing with theories and hypotheses.

Dr. Maadawa, ever practical, checked Leah's vital signs. "We can't stay here for long. We need to get Leah to a safer place and regroup. Perhaps with some distance, we can better assess the situation and find a solution," he suggested, his voice carrying a sense of urgency.

With unanimous agreement, the group carefully lifted Leah and made their way back through the eerie hallway, leaving the eldritch altar behind. The obsidian walls, now silent witnesses once more, seemed to hold their secrets close, and the torchlight guided the group through the surreal dimension as they sought refuge and answers beyond the confines of the eldritch chamber.

Dr. Grimm's senses heightened as he heard the familiar giggle echoing in the air. The ethereal laughter seemed to dance on the edges of perception, a haunting sound that sent shivers down his spine. The group, carrying the unconscious Leah, came to a halt, their collective gaze searching the dimly lit surroundings for the source of the enigmatic laughter.

"Fazid, did you hear that?" Dr. Grimm questioned his voice a low whisper that barely breached the oppressive silence that hung in the surreal dimension.

Fazid, attuned to the spiritual energies around them, furrowed his brow. "Laughter in a place like this is seldom a good omen. We must proceed with caution," he advised, his eyes scanning the obsidian walls and the seemingly endless corridor ahead.

Leah, still unconscious, remained an unwitting passenger in the unfolding cosmic drama. Dr. Maadawa, adjusting his grip on her, shared a glance with the others, his instincts urging him to be prepared for whatever unknown entity might reveal itself.

The laughter persisted, an elusive melody that seemed to toy with the boundaries of reality. As the group resumed their journey, the torchlight flickered with an otherworldly rhythm, casting shadows that seemed to move in response to the unseen presence.

The obsidian walls, once silent witnesses, now carried the echoes of the cosmic forces that pulsed through the dimension. The group moved forward, guided by the flickering light and the unsettling laughter that hinted at a reality beyond their understanding.

As they navigated the surreal corridor, the atmosphere became charged with an eerie anticipation, each step echoing with the weight of the unknown. The source of the laughter remained elusive, a spectral presence that lingered on the fringes of perception, inviting the group to unravel the mysteries that lay ahead in this enigmatic dimension.

Dr. Grimm's gasp echoed through the corridor, his recognition of the voice sending a shockwave through the group. The child's plea seemed to carry a personal resonance for him. Fazid, Dr. Maadawa, and Leah, unconscious but still a part of the unfolding drama, turned their attention to Dr. Grimm with a mix of concern and curiosity.

"Olivia?!" Dr. Grimm repeated, his voice a mixture of disbelief and a glimmer of hope. The obsidian walls seemed to absorb the weight of his emotions, the cosmic forces responding to the echoes of a connection that transcended the surreal dimension.

The child's voice continued, each repetition of the plea weaving a tapestry of emotions that tugged at the group's hearts. "Papa... I'm lonely," the voice lilted, carrying an innocence that clashed with the cosmic uncertainties of the surroundings.

Fazid, ever attuned to spiritual energies, approached Dr. Grimm with a steadying presence. "Be cautious, my friend. This may be a manifestation of the eldritch energies, playing on our emotions. We must proceed with care," he advised, his eyes reflecting a mix of understanding and concern.

Dr. Grimm, torn between the desire to reunite with a lost connection and the awareness of the surreal nature of the situation, took a deep breath. "We can't be certain, but we must investigate. Olivia was my daughter, and if there's a chance..." he trailed off, his gaze fixed on the obsidian walls that held the echoes of the child's plea.

The group, now navigating the corridor with a renewed sense of purpose, followed Dr. Grimm. The flickering torchlight cast shadows that seemed to dance with the unseen forces at play. The child's voice, a spectral thread in the cosmic tapestry, led them deeper into the enigma, where the boundaries between reality and the unknown blurred with each echoing plea.

As they ventured deeper into the cosmic dimension, the obsidian walls seemed to warp and shift, carrying the weight of emotions and cosmic energies. The child's voice, Olivia's plea, continued to echo through the surreal corridor, each repetition tugging at the hearts of the group.

The flickering torchlight cast a wavering glow on their surroundings, creating an otherworldly atmosphere that heightened the sense of disorientation. Dr. Grimm, driven by the possibility of reuniting with his lost daughter, led the way with a determined yet cautious stride.

The unsettling laughter persisted, now blending with the child's voice in a haunting symphony. Fazid, attuned to the spiritual energies, maintained a vigilant presence, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of eldritch disturbances. Leah and Dr. Maadawa exchanged glances, silently acknowledging the gravity of the situation.

As they rounded a corner, the corridor opened up into a vast chamber adorned with intricate symbols and arcane markings. In the center stood a solitary figure, bathed in a dim, ethereal light. It was Olivia, or a spectral manifestation resembling her, with a translucent quality that blurred the boundaries between the tangible and the cosmic.

"Papa..." the spectral Olivia whispered, her voice carrying a mix of longing and sadness. Dr. Grimm, his emotions caught in a tumultuous storm, took a step forward, drawn to the apparition of his daughter.

Fazid, however, held out a restraining hand. "Be cautious, Stenwick. This may be a manifestation, a reflection of your deepest desires. The cosmic forces play tricks on perception." His words were a reminder of the eldritch nature of the dimension they found themselves in.

The spectral Olivia continued to beckon, her form flickering in and out of existence like a mirage. The group stood at the threshold, torn between the yearning for the reunion and the awareness of the cosmic uncertainties that surrounded them. The obsidian walls bore witness to this poignant moment, as the cosmic dance between reality and illusion unfolded in the heart of the enigmatic dimension.

Leah's consciousness returned with a flutter of her eyes, and as she looked around, a newfound clarity swept over her. She found herself in the cosmic dimension, surrounded by the sigil-covered walls, with Dr. Grimm, her uncle Dr. Maadawa, and cousin Fazid ahead of her.

As she took in the surreal scene before her, Leah felt a sense of awe and danger. The sigils on the walls pulsed with otherworldly energy, casting an ethereal glow across the chamber. The air seemed charged with cosmic forces, and she could sense the intricate dance between reality and the unknown.

Though captivated by the mystic atmosphere, Leah couldn't shake the underlying feeling of danger that lurked within the eldritch realm that seemed to hold ancient secrets, and the chamber exuded an aura of both wonder and peril. Her instincts urged caution, a realization that the cosmic forces at play were not to be underestimated.

"Olivia, darling, is that really you?" Dr. Grimm said, slowly moving toward the entity that beckoned them. A cold shiver went through Leah's bones. That was not Olivia; that was not human. It was something beyond the comprehension of a rational mind. The entity's form flickered and distorted, an unsettling manifestation that defied the boundaries of the familiar.

Leah exchanged glances with Dr. Maadawa and Fazid, their expressions mirroring a mix of concern and realization. The cosmic dimension, though filled with awe-inspiring wonders, also harbored entities that transcended the limits of human understanding.

As Dr. Grimm continued to approach, drawn by the spectral figure that echoed his daughter's voice, Leah braced herself for the unknown. The obsidian walls, etched with cryptic sigils, seemed to pulse with a warning, and the cosmic forces swirled around them, creating a surreal tableau where the line between reality and the unfathomable blurred with each step forward.

As Leah stood frozen in fear, the weight of realization pressed upon her. The memories of the ancient parchment flooded her mind, unraveling the grim tapestry of events that unfolded within its cryptic symbols. The fate of Dr. Grimm, her uncle, and cousins, the awakening of the Eldritch god—each revelation etched into her consciousness.

The cosmic forces whispered the inevitability of the impending doom, and Leah understood the sacrifice that needed to be made. The echoes of the future painted a dire picture, a world consumed by the malevolent forces that lurked beyond the cosmic veil. The entities summoned by the cultists threatened to unleash chaos and destruction upon everything.

Driven by a profound sense of responsibility and the knowledge of the impending catastrophe, Leah steeled herself for the choice that lay ahead. She knew that to avert the apocalyptic fate she witnessed, sacrifices had to be made. The cosmic forces seemed to align with her purpose, urging her to make a choice that transcended personal desires for the greater good.

Leah turned to Dr. Grimm, her eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and determination. "We must break the cycle," she said, her voice carrying the weight of the knowledge she bore. The sacrifice loomed before her, a daunting task that required strength beyond measure.

As the cosmic dimension continued its mysterious dance around them, Leah prepared herself for the pivotal moment that would determine the fate of not only those in the cosmic dimension but the entire world. The obsidian walls, witnesses to the cosmic drama, seemed to pulse with energy that mirrored Leah's resolve—the resolve to confront the Eldritch forces and rewrite the destiny that threatened to plunge the world into darkness.

"Dr Grimm Stop!" she exclaimed.

Leah's desperate plea cut through the tension in the cosmic dimension. Her voice, filled with sorrow and determination, halted Dr. Grimm's steps toward the spectral figure that mirrored his daughter. Tears welled up in her eyes as she confessed the weight of her failures, expressing gratitude and love for the family that had become her own.

"I am sorry for failing Olivia. Failing you and Elanor," she sobbed, her words carrying the echoes of deep regret. The profound connection she shared with the family, a bond forged over the years, spilled out in her emotional confession. "Uncle Hassan...Fazid I love you both so much. Tell Ibrahim he is the smartest boy in the world and I love him so much."

As Leah turned to Dr. Grimm, Uncle Hassan, and Fazid, she expressed her love and appreciation for the familial ties that bound them together. The cosmic forces seemed to respond to the sincerity in her words, and the obsidian walls echoed with the emotions that filled the chamber.

Turning to the spectral form of Olivia, Leah's voice softened, and she approached the entity with a sense of resolution. "Olivia darling, there you are. I have been looking for you," she said, slowly walking toward the apparition. The spectral form extended its hand, and Leah embraced it, the two figures turning and walking into the void.

The cosmic forces seemed to shift, acknowledging the sacrifice and the love that bound this makeshift family together. Dr. Grimm, frozen in a moment of realization, watched as Leah and the spectral Olivia disappeared into the unknown. The obsidian walls, once witnesses to a cosmic drama, now held the echoes of a profound choice made for the sake of love and the greater good.

Hassan's urgent plea cut through the tumultuous scene as the room continued to crumble around them. Dr. Grimm, still reeling from the emotional and cosmic upheaval, tore his gaze away from the dissipating void where Leah and the spectral Olivia had disappeared.

With a nod of acknowledgment, Dr. Grimm followed Hassan and Fazid as they navigated the deteriorating chamber. The sigil-covered walls fractured, sending ethereal fragments into the cosmic void. The once-stable environment now devolved into chaos, with the imminent threat of being trapped in the disintegrating dimension.

The trio moved swiftly, their footsteps echoing against the diminishing walls. The cosmic forces howled in the background, responding to the sacrifice that had reshaped the fabric of the unknown. The obsidian walls, now mere remnants of their former solidity, whispered the echoes of the cosmic drama that unfolded within their confines.

As they reached the collapsing chamber's threshold, Dr. Grimm glanced at the void where Leah had ventured. The weight of the moment hung heavily in the air, a poignant reminder of the sacrifices made in the name of love and redemption.

With Hassan's guidance, they exited the chamber just as the last remnants of the cosmic dimension crumbled behind them. The void, once a canvas for the mysteries of time and space, faded into nothingness. The obsidian walls, witnesses to a cosmic tale, stood silent, holding the echoes of the sacrifice that had forever altered the destiny of those who dared to tread within the enigmatic realm.

The trio made their way back to the entrance. In the distance, the green glow of the door pulsated.  "We must hurry I sense something odd." As he said that the group heard a skittering sound.  Hassan saw it first large spider-like legs one by one making their way up over the ledge.  As the horror pulled itself up onto the walkway of the library all eight of its eyes glowed red and the shiny black bulbous torso it possessed barely fit in the hallway. 

Hassan's eyes widened as he started to see more legs appear along the edge of the roof above them. "Run!" he shouted shoving Fazid's back. With the change in momentum, Fazid took off running grabbing the Doctor by his arm almost dragging him as he sprinted down the hall to the steps down.

Dr. Grimm stumbled but quickly regained his footing, matching Fazid's desperate pace. The skittering grew louder, an ominous cacophony that reverberated through the narrowing corridor. The green glow of the door beckoned them like a beacon of salvation, but the monstrous spider-like creatures closing in from above and behind were closing the distance.

Hassan ran alongside them, his eyes darting around, searching for any possible advantage. "Stay together!" he yelled over the noise, his voice a mixture of urgency and fear. "We can’t let them separate us!"

The trio reached the top of the steps and began their descent, their footsteps pounding against the stone in a frantic rhythm. The creatures' chittering echoed through the stairwell, their pursuit relentless. As they rounded a corner, Dr. Grimm glanced back and caught sight of the lead spider lunging towards them, its fangs glistening in the dim light.

"Keep moving!" Dr. Grimm urged, his heart pounding. "We’re almost there!"

They burst through the doorway into the lower chamber, the green glow now more intense, casting eerie shadows on the walls. The entrance was within sight, a portal to safety. But as they closed in, more creatures emerged from the darkness, blocking their path.

Hassan skidded to a halt, his mind racing for a solution. "This way!" he shouted, pointing to a narrow passageway to their left. "It’s a detour, but it might buy us some time!"

With no time to debate, they followed Hassan into the passage, the walls closing in around them. The air was thick and damp, and the sound of their ragged breathing mingled with the distant hisses and clicks of their pursuers.

Fazid, still clutching Dr. Grimm's arm, glanced back. "How much farther?"

"Not far," Hassan replied, his voice strained. "This should loop around to the entrance."

They pushed on, the passage twisting and turning, each step taking them further from the immediate danger but closer to the unknown. As they rounded another bend, the green glow reappeared, brighter now, signaling the end of the detour.

"Almost there!" Dr. Grimm panted, feeling a surge of hope.

But just as they reached the final stretch, a massive spider-like creature dropped from above, blocking their exit. Its eyes gleamed with malice, and it let out a high-pitched screech that echoed through the passage.

Hassan, Fazid, and Dr. Grimm skidded to a stop, their faces set in grim determination. "No other choice," Hassan muttered, gripping a metal rod he had picked up earlier. "We fight our way through."

The creature lunged, and Hassan swung the rod with all his might, striking one of its legs. The spider recoiled, momentarily stunned. "Now, go!" he shouted.

Fazid and Dr. Grimm dashed past the creature, but it quickly recovered, its rage renewed. Hassan swung again, but the creature caught the rod with one of its legs and snapped it in half.

"Hassan, come on!" Fazid yelled, turning back.

Hassan glanced at his broken weapon, then at his friend and then his eldest grandson."Take care of Ibrahim." He said then holding the rod as if it were a scimitar he dashed at the horror attempting to distract it so the others could escape.

Fazid and Dr. Grimm emerged from the other side of the portal the eerie purple glow dissipating as it closed leaving the two men flat on their stomachs. Ibrahim rushed forward upon hearing the noise of the two inside. 

"Brother where is cousin Leah and grandfather?" The normally stoic and reserved man convulsed as he silently wept. His head fell into his hands as the adrenaline and fear wore off and the realization that he would never be able to go on another dig with his rock and also after losing the one person he could confide in and call sister he couldn't take it anymore. 

Fazid's heart broke at the sight of his younger brother, Ibrahim, in such anguish. He pulled himself up, his body aching from the ordeal, and knelt beside him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Ibrahim," he began, his voice choked with emotion. "Grandfather... he stayed behind to give us a chance. He knew what he was doing, and he made sure we got out alive. As for Leah..." His voice faltered as he thought of his beloved cousin. "She made a sacrifice of her own. To save us all."

Ibrahim's sobs grew louder, and Fazid hugged him tightly, letting his own tears flow freely. Dr. Grimm stood nearby, his face etched with grief and guilt. He had been their guide into this nightmare, and now two of their companions were lost forever.

"We have to honor them," Fazid said softly, pulling back slightly to look Ibrahim in the eyes. "We have to live on and carry their memories with us. We have to finish what they started and ensure their sacrifices weren't in vain."

Ibrahim nodded, though the pain in his eyes was still raw and overwhelming. "We will, brother," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "We will."

Dr. Grimm stepped forward, his expression somber. "I promise you both, their story will be told. The world will know of their bravery and the sacrifices they made. And we will continue their work, together."

Fazid and Ibrahim stood, supporting each other as they walked away from the portal. The ruins behind them were now silent, the horrors they had faced locked away once more. But the memories of Hassan and Leah, and their incredible courage, would stay with them forever.

As they emerged into the light of day, Fazid looked up at the sky, feeling the warmth of the sun on his face. "We made it out, Ibrahim. And we'll make sure their legacy lives on."

Ibrahim nodded, his tears beginning to dry. "For Grandfather. For Leah. We'll keep going."

Together, the trio began the journey back to civilization, their hearts heavy but their resolve strengthened. The path ahead would be long and fraught with challenges, but they knew they had the strength to face it. For the memory of those they had lost, and for the future they had yet to build. Their next destination was the steamer named the Anglerfish bound for the dock in the UK.

                                   CHAPTER 2: Big Trouble in Little Reekie

The rain lashed over the ports of Leith. A cargo ship from Spain slowly docked as Max watched from the comfort of the Docker Pub. Even though he wasn't a dock worker his father was and a well known one that afforded him some leeway with the unions and local establishments that were for sailors and dock workers only.

"Aye hen! I'll be finished the night love."  He said leaving a ten pound note on the bar. "Ach aye my darlin ye have a great night. An I suppose I'll be seein ye tomorrow." The barkeep Eileen said with a smile.

He donned his jacket and fedora and prepared to go into the blustering night. As he made his way back to the police station around the corner from the pub he eyeballed the ship in the distance it gave him an eerie feeling.

The rain continued its relentless assault as Max stepped out into the night, the Docker Pub's warmth and camaraderie left behind. The narrow cobblestone streets glistened under the dim glow of the streetlights, reflecting the shimmering raindrops. Max pulled the collar of his jacket closer, his fedora shielding his face from the gusts of wind.

The distant cargo ship from Spain was now partially obscured by the mist and rain. Its silhouette seemed almost ghostly against the backdrop of the storm. Max quickened his pace, a nagging feeling tugging at him. The eerie atmosphere intensified as he approached the police station.

The flickering lights of the station cast long shadows on the wet pavement. Max, despite being accustomed to the sights and sounds of the port city, couldn't shake the feeling of unease. He wondered if it was just the storm playing tricks on his mind or if there was something more ominous afoot.

As he entered the police station, the warmth hit him, a stark contrast to the cold and wet world outside. The sergeant behind the front desk looked up from his paperwork, acknowledging Max with a nod.

"Late night again, Max?" the sergeant remarked.

"Aye, you know how it is," Max replied, though his thoughts lingered on the looming cargo ship and the peculiar feeling it stirred within him. "Have yeh seen Rab? I've nae heard from him in a month now an mah client still has nae answer what happened tae her wee brother." 

The sergeant shifted uncomfortably "Aye, Max, I've no seen Rab around lately," the sergeant replied, avoiding eye contact. "He's been on some personal business, I reckon. Ya ken how it is, folks disappearing for a while. But about your client's case, I'll look into it, see what information we can dig up."

Max nodded, not entirely convinced by the sergeant's explanation. Rab was a reliable contact, and his sudden absence raised suspicions. The mention of Max's client's missing brother added another layer of concern.

As Max continued with his paperwork, he couldn't shake the feeling that the night held more mysteries than the stormy weather suggested. The distant hum of the cargo ship's engines seemed to echo through the police station, adding an unsettling undertone to the atmosphere.

With a lingering sense of unease, Max returned to the rainy streets after updating the sergeant on his findings. The cargo ship, now fully docked, loomed even larger in the mist the name now visible in big white letters"Anglerfish". The flickering lights on the pier cast eerie shadows on the wet ground.

Determined to uncover the truth about Rab's disappearance and the missing brother, Max ventured into the blustering night, his fedora pulled low. The rain continued to lash over the ports of Leith, hiding secrets that awaited discovery in the shadows of the dockside city.

The wind whipped through the narrow streets as Max navigated his way through the Links to Easter Road. The rain, driven by the gusts, stung his face, but he pressed on, determined to reach his office at 5 Rossie Place. The familiar sights of the city, now shrouded in the veil of the storm, seemed almost surreal.

The old buildings along Easter Road stood like weathered sentinels, bearing witness to the passage of time and the relentless force of the elements. Max tightened the grip on his fedora and quickened his pace, eager to escape the tempest that raged around him.

As he approached 5 Rossie Place, a modest tenement building nestled amidst the others, he fumbled with his keys to unlock the door. He made his way up the flight of steps and down the landing to his door The soft glow of a desk lamp welcomed him as he stepped inside, leaving the stormy night behind. The office he called home, cluttered with case files and maritime charts, provided a refuge from the chaos outside.

Max shook off his wet jacket and took a moment to collect his thoughts. The missing brother case weighed heavily on his mind, and Rab's mysterious disappearance added an extra layer of complexity. He wondered if there was a connection between the two, a puzzle waiting to be solved.

Turning on his desk lamp, Max began sifting through the paperwork related to the missing brother. The soft glow illuminated his determined expression as he delved into the investigation, determined to unravel the mysteries that the night had presented.

The rain continued to lash over the ports of Leith, but within the confines of 5 Rossie Place, Max embarked on a journey to uncover the truth that lay hidden beneath the surface of the stormy waters that surrounded the city.

The case he was working on was that of a young man from Loanhead who went missing after a night out in the city. His name was Alistar Brown. A 20-year-old student at the College of Medicine. He would commute from Loanhead into town by bus and was known to spend his time in the meadows with his mates or in the Greyfriars studying.

He was last seen having a smoke outside a restaurant at the top of Old Fishmarket Close on the Royal Mile. The police had no leads and the only family he had left was his older sister Heather.

Max meticulously examined the details of Alistar Brown's disappearance, focusing on the last known sighting at Old Fishmarket Close. The narrow alleys and hidden corners of the Royal Mile held secrets, and Max was determined to unravel them.

The rain outside intensified, casting a rhythmic beat on the windows of 5 Rossie Place. Max spread out a map on his cluttered desk, marking key locations—the meadows, the Greyfriars, and the spot on the Royal Mile where Alistar was last seen.

He decided to start his investigation at Old Fishmarket Close, retracing Alistar's steps from that fateful night. Max braved the stormy night, fedora pulled low, as he navigated the slippery cobblestone streets leading to the Royal Mile. Making his way up Leith Walk to Princes Street an errie feeling overcame him as he passed the Playhouse. Looking left he noticed six cloaked figures at the bottom of Greenside Row. They were carrying something that Max couldn't discern but it sent a chill up his spine. Chalkinig it up to actors moving props and trying to stay dry he shrugged the feeling off and kept heading up the Walk.

The top of Old Fishmarket Close was dimly lit, the rain creating an ethereal glow. Max surveyed the surroundings, his detective instincts on high alert. He spoke to nearby shop owners and pedestrians, piecing together the moments leading up to Alistar's disappearance.

A shopkeep recalled seeing Alistar having a smoke outside and walking down the into the close he seemed to be talking to someone but the shopkeep couldn't see who. Max made his way across the street and started down the close looking at the entrances to the Fringe building and then over to the entrance to the Vaults.

"Aye pal ya got a smoke?" came a voice from the shadows. The hackles on the back of Max's neck stood up. Something in it put him on edge. "Sorry pal I dinnae have any on me." he replied pensively "Ah could really use a smoke pal." The voice replied back. It was enough to make Max want to get back up to the top of the Royal Mile. "Sorry." he said making his way back up the close. He couldn't put his finger on it but he knew something was off. Turning his head he saw a tall slender figure in the shadows but there was something wrong about it at first he thought it was just some junkie on methadone swaying side to side. It took him a few seconds to notice that the figure's feet weren't touching the ground. Second later the figure seemed to be pulled back into the vaults and Max found himself alone again.

"Get tae fuck!" thought Max as he hurried his way up the hill to the Royal Mile. The ordeal both scared and confused the detective. Reaching the safety of light, sound, and people the detective decided to call it for the night. Max's encounter in the shadows left him shaken. He'd been on edge before, in situations that demanded his instinct to take charge, but this felt different. The figure in the vaults, swaying unnaturally, its feet suspended above the ground, seemed like a waking nightmare. The familiar streets of Edinburgh, usually teeming with tourists and the comforting hum of everyday life, now felt alien and menacing. As Max reached the top of the Royal Mile, the hustle and bustle of the city returned some semblance of normalcy. The warmth of the lights, the sound of people, and the presence of life helped to steady his racing heart. He wasted no time getting back to his flat, pouring himself a drink, and sinking into his chair, trying to shake off the eerie encounter. Despite his fatigue, sleep came uneasily.

Onboard the Anglerfish, the serene scene of Fazid and Ibrahim in prayer was a stark contrast to Max's unsettling experience. Their faith was a beacon of hope amidst the darkness they'd witnessed. Fazid, pragmatic and steadfast, found solace in the daily rituals that connected him to a sense of normalcy. Ibrahim, with his youthful innocence, brought a lightness that even the most hardened sailors couldn't ignore. The bond between the sailors and Ibrahim was a reminder that even in the face of inexplicable horrors, humanity could shine through.

The Anglerfish now docked in the port of Leith, the air buzzed with anticipation. With their characteristic warmth, the Spanish sailors made sure Ibrahim felt special, a small act of kindness that spoke volumes. Edinburgh, the capital of Scotland, was a city steeped in history and mystery. Fazid knew that the familiar face of Dr. Grimm's nephew would be a welcome sight for the Doctor, a reprieve from the unnerving experiences of the dig site. As they disembarked, the promise of solid ground under their feet and the prospect of reuniting with a friend brought a collective sigh of relief.

The trio made their way from the ship to the Docker's Pub, a well-worn establishment that seemed to breathe with the life of sailors and dockworkers. Eileen, the pub's mistress, stood behind the bar, a practiced hand pouring pints for the regulars. The moment Fazid, Dr. Grimm, and Ibrahim walked in, her eyes narrowed slightly with suspicion. 

"Aye, loves, this pub is for sailors and dock workers only, I'm afraid," she said, her tone firm but not unkind.

One of the Spaniards, who had vouched for Fazid earlier, leaned in. "He's a new hire aboard our ship, and the other two are with him," he said with a smile, trying to smooth things over.

Dr. Grimm stepped forward, his voice polite and steady. "My dear, I am looking for my brother-in-law, John Meeks?"

Eileen's expression softened. "Aye, yer related tae Big John and Rosey!" Her eyes brightened for a moment before a shadow of sadness crossed her face. "I'm sorry tae say it, darling, but Big John and Rosey passed about three years ago in a carriage accident. I hate to be the one tae crack that egg for ya. But wee Max survived the crash and is one of our regulars. I can give him a ring if ya like."

Dr. Grimm, normally composed and collected, stumbled, his grief visible. Fazid grabbed his arm to steady him, offering silent support. "My dearest Rose has passed, and I was not there for her," he murmured, tears welling up in his eyes. "How did I not know?"

Fazid placed a comforting hand on his shoulder as Eileen went to make the call.

Meanwhile, Max, still asleep in his chair with his cat on his lap, was abruptly awakened by the phone ringing on his desk. Groggily, he stood up and answered it. "Meeks Detective Agency, how may I be of service?" he mumbled.

"Morning, my love. I hate tae disturb ya, but there is a visitor here at the Docker's who I think you should come see," Eileen's familiar voice said, pulling him into wakefulness.

"Is it Rab, hen?" Max asked, now fully awake.

"Nae, my darlin', but he is kin tae ya, and you should get here toot sweet."

Puzzled, Max tried to think of any family he might have that could be visiting but soon gave up. "Aye, I'll shower and be on my way shortly."

Eileen hung up and returned to the bar. "Your nephew will be here in a wee bit. He lives nae far from here. Can I get you boys a pint and the little one a fizzy juice and something tae eat?"

"Yes, but my friend here doesn't drink; his religion prevents it. But a Shandy and three fish and chips with mushy peas would be appreciated, ma'am."

"Right, and please, the name is Eileen. I'm nae ready tae be called ma'am yet," she laughed, easing the tension.

The pub, with its warm, inviting atmosphere, soon felt like a refuge. As they waited, the trio couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and apprehension. Dr. Grimm's heart ached with the fresh pain of loss, while Fazid remained a steadfast pillar of support. Ibrahim, sensing the gravity of the moment, quietly played with a small toy gifted by one of the sailors, his innocence a gentle reminder of life's simple joys amidst the complexity of their emotions.

As Max made his way to the Docker's Pub, his mind raced with questions. The city streets, familiar yet somehow different in the early morning light, seemed to whisper secrets. Little did he know, the encounter awaiting him at the pub would be the first step in unraveling a series of mysteries, bringing together threads of past and present in a tapestry woven with intrigue and danger.

The Links were alive with activity. Children played in the park, their laughter filling the air, and couples picnicked on the green lawns. Max's thoughts drifted back to simpler times when his parents would bring him here instead of the small park near their home in Loanhead. Those outings were filled with joy, a stark contrast to the foggy memory of the night he lost them. No matter how hard he tried, he could never fully recall the events of that fateful night.

As he walked through the park, the memories were bittersweet. He remembered the warmth of his mother's hand and the reassuring presence of his father. The sense of security those days had provided was something he longed to reclaim. He often wondered if he had subconsciously blocked out the details of the accident to protect himself from the pain. Yet, the shadows of that night lingered at the edges of his memory, just out of reach.

Max reached the edge of the park and turned towards the Docker's Pub. The phone call from Eileen had piqued his curiosity. Family was a concept that felt distant to him now, his uncle Stenwick being his last remaining familial connection since his parents' death 3 years ago. 

Arriving at the pub, he took a deep breath before pushing open the heavy door. Inside, the familiar mix of chatter and clinking glasses greeted him. Eileen spotted him immediately and waved him over.

"Aye hen ya said I had some family pop in?" Max said making his way to the bar. Eileen pointed to the corner.

Dr. Grimm stood up and waved. "Maxwell!?" "Uncle Stenwick?"  The two embraced "My god lad look at you! It has been a long time since I saw my favorite nephew." "I'm yer only nephew," he said with a laugh." "I know this may be hard to hear and it's definitely difficult to say but I am terribly sorry..." said Doctor Grimm before being cut off by his nephew. "It is ok ye dinnae have tae. I was in a coma and spent some time getting my head together after. You could have been there a majority of the time and I wouldn't have known the difference."

"After losing Oliva then Elanor I needed to..." "Say nae more Uncle Stenwick. Yer here the noo an that's what matters. Now what brings you here?"

The food and drink arrived as the group sat themselves in a booth the Anglerfish looming overhead in the distance. "Where to begin my dear boy. These two are the grandchildren of Dr Hassan Al Madawa. Fazid and I have been through things I dare not mention for fear of being called crazed or addlebrained but I swear they are true. We found something at one of our dig sites. A door between worlds if you will. I know it sounds mad but we lost both their grandfather and cousin Leah." "Yer nanny/assistant?" Max interjected. "Yes the very same. There is a group of people after a book we have in our possession and suspect they have ill intentions on the use of it. We intend to see a colleague of mine at the University of Edinburgh before returning to Miskatonic University." Max nodded as he picked a chip off of Stenwick's plate and ate it. Fazid turned to Max "Everything your uncle says is true. We can not describe the horrors we have seen and the loss of my grandfather and cousin. I can not sleep without hearing her voice calling to me from the pale or the look on my grandfather's face as he held off the great beast so we could escape. My Grandfather and cousin believed in your uncle. They gave themselves so he could ... So that we could go on. Whatever is happening his ability to read the words in that book without being affected by its unholy magic is key to us stopping the storm that is coming."

"I'm already a fan of the guy ye dinnae need tae sell me on him but Uncle this is a lot and tae be honest I have quite a bit on mah plate. I have two missing persons and maybe it was stress or something else but I saw something last night I cannae explain which gives credence tae what yous both have said." A contemplative look fell over Max's face. "You said you saw something too Maxwell.I know it can be absurd but we have dealt with absurd for a while now." "Right. So I was down Old Fishmarket Close by the vaults an I saw...I saw the figure or shadow of a person but the hing is their feet were nae on the ground. It was if they were floating."

"I believe you should come with us to the college the colleague I am to visit is a bit of an expert on folklore and has a keen interest in cryptozoology. Again I would normally never give rise to such thoughts but as of late given the circumstances I have no other choice."

"Aye it wouldn't hurt to go back to the college. Right you lads finish yer scran and I'll meet you outside the admissions office off Clerk street." Max stood with Stenwick and gave him a hearty embrace and went to Eileen "I have their tab covered hen." as he handed her a fifty pound note. 

Eileen took the fifty-pound note with a grateful smile. "Thank ye, Max. Be careful out there."

Max nodded, his mind already shifting back to the bizarre events and revelations of the day. He stepped out of the cozy pub into the chilly Edinburgh air, his breath visible in the light of the street lamps. As he made his way toward the university, he couldn't shake the unease gnawing at him. The supernatural elements Stenwick and Fazid spoke of seemed too fantastical to be true, yet the evidence of his own eyes left him with little choice but to believe.

Outside the admissions office on Clerk Street, Stenwick, Fazid, awaited him. Stenwick glanced up as Max approached. "Are you ready, my boy?"

Max took a deep breath and nodded. "Aye, as ready as I'll ever be."

Stenwick led the group into the building. The corridors were quiet, the evening classes having ended, and the usual bustle of the university subdued. They reached an unmarked door near the end of a hallway. Stenwick knocked, and after a moment, the door opened to reveal a tall, thin man with wiry glasses and a mop of untamed hair.

"Stenwick!" the man exclaimed, his face lighting up with a broad smile. "It's been too long. Come in, come in."

"Professor Harrington," Stenwick greeted warmly, ushering the group inside. "Thank you for seeing us on such short notice."

Harrington waved a hand dismissively. "Nonsense. Anything for an old friend. Now, what brings you here with such urgency?"

Stenwick introduced everyone and quickly recounted the recent events, including the discovery of the door between worlds, the disappearance of Dr. Al Madawa and Leah, and the ominous group pursuing the ancient book. Harrington listened intently, his expression growing more serious with each passing detail.

"I've heard whispers of such things," Harrington said thoughtfully. "Old tales and legends, mostly, but there's often a kernel of truth in these myths. May I see the book?"

Stenwick hesitated for a moment, then produced the ancient tome from his bag. Harrington handled it with reverence, carefully opening it to examine the cryptic symbols and illustrations within.

"Remarkable," he murmured. "This is unlike anything I've ever seen. The language is... it seems to predate even the oldest known scripts. But you say you can read it, Stenwick?"

"Yes," Stenwick confirmed. "For reasons I don't fully understand, the words are clear to me."

Harrington nodded slowly. "This may be the key to understanding the phenomena you've encountered. I have colleagues in various fields who might be able to shed more light on this. In the meantime, I suggest we keep this book secure and continue our research here."

Max, who had been quietly absorbing the conversation, spoke up. "And what about the people after the book? We can't just sit around waiting for them to find us."

"He's right," Fazid added. "We need a plan to keep it safe and out of their hands."

Harrington tapped his chin thoughtfully. "I have a secure facility near Rosslyn Chapel where we can study the book without fear of intrusion. And as for the people after it, we must be vigilant. They will not stop easily, but knowledge and preparation are our best defenses. I also had a few questions regarding a different matter. My uncle says you're an expert on folklore and the like. Have you ever heard of any creature that is a shadow being puppeted, as it were, by something else?"

Harrington's head cocked to the side, and a quizzical look appeared on his face. "It's stupid," Max said slightly deflated.

"It's not stupid at all. There are reports from the Loch Ness and Loch Lomond area about a devil that used to live in that area, which a saint slew."

"Wait, yous dinnae mean the Loch Ness Monster, do ya?" Max said, cutting off the professor.

"Not just there but also East Lothian. It was said that Sawney Bean's caves went deeper than what the soldiers originally reported and that figurines carved out of driftwood in the shape of fish-like creatures were found there. One of them had what looked to have been a stalk coming from its head like an anglerfish. My theory is that sightings of Nessie can be chalked up to this creature that produces an illusion to lure people close to it so it may consume them."

As soon as Harrington finished his sentence, a phrase went through Max's head: "Aye pal, do ye have a smoke?" So innocuous and simple. Nobody would even think about it in the dark unless they were overly cautious, Max thought. "Cheers for that, Doc."

The group agreed, feeling a mix of apprehension and determination. The road ahead was fraught with danger and uncertainty, but they were united in their resolve to uncover the truth and protect the powerful artifact from falling into the wrong hands.

As they prepared to leave for Harrington's secure facility, Max couldn't help but glance around the dimly lit office, wondering what other secrets and shadows lurked just beyond their understanding. The journey they were embarking on was one he could never have imagined, but he knew that, for better or worse, there was no turning back now.

The drive to Rosslyn Chapel was tense but uneventful. Harrington navigated the winding roads with a practiced hand, his demeanor calm and focused. The others sat in a contemplative silence, each lost in their thoughts. The ancient and mysterious atmosphere of the chapel added weight to their mission.

Upon arrival, Harrington was met by his assistant Saria a young redhaired Irish girl. "Welcome back professor. " She chirped as she led them through a discreet entrance into an underground facility. The air was cool and slightly damp, and the walls were lined with bookshelves and artifacts. "This is it," Harrington said, flipping a switch to illuminate the room with a soft, warm light. "We'll be safe here."

Max looked around, impressed by the extensive collection. "This place is incredible, Doc."

Harrington smiled. "I've spent years gathering resources and knowledge. It's a passion of mine. Now, let's get to work. We need to decipher as much as we can from the book and prepare for whatever might come."

Stenwick, Fazid, and Saria settled into the room, each taking on a task. Stenwick and Harrington began poring over the book, analyzing the symbols and translating passages. Fazid and Saria set up a perimeter security system to alert them to any intruders.

Max found himself drawn to a set of old maps and documents on a nearby table. As he examined them, he noticed patterns and connections that seemed to hint at a larger network of mystical sites and ley lines. "Doc, take a look at this," he called out.

Harrington joined him, eyes widening in surprise. "Remarkable. These maps suggest a network of ancient sites linked by powerful energy lines. If these are accurate, they could be the key to understanding the locations of other doors between worlds."

Stenwick looked up from the book. "And if we understand those locations, we might be able to predict and prevent the movements of those pursuing us."

The room buzzed with renewed energy and purpose. Max felt a sense of camaraderie and determination building among them. They were not just on the defensive anymore; they had a chance to take the initiative.

As the night deepened, Max stepped outside for a moment, needing fresh air. The stars above Rosslyn Chapel sparkled with a clarity that felt almost otherworldly. He lit a cigarette and took a deep drag, the words "Aye pal, do ye have a smoke?" echoing in his mind. He couldn't shake the feeling that they were on the edge of something vast and terrifying.

He exhaled slowly, watching the smoke drift into the night. Whatever lay ahead, he knew they had to face it together. There was no other choice. Inside, Dr. Grimm and Professor Harrington were huddled over the book, their faces illuminated by the warm light of the lamps. The ancient tome lay open on the table between them, its pages filled with cryptic symbols and eerie illustrations. The atmosphere in the room was thick with concentration and a sense of impending discovery.

Dr. Grimm traced a finger over a particularly intricate symbol. "This one here," he said, his voice hushed, "it's a representation of a gate. The lines around it suggest a kind of binding spell, perhaps meant to keep whatever lies beyond from crossing over."

Harrington nodded, adjusting his glasses. "And this passage here describes a ritual. If we can understand it, we might be able to control or even close these gates."

"Or open them," Stenwick added, his eyes serious. "But let's focus on containment for now."

Saira and Fazid, having finished setting up the security system, joined the scholars at the table. Saira glanced at the pages and then at the map Max had discovered. "If these sites are connected, and we can find the pattern, we might be able to predict where the next event could occur."

Max, having finished his cigarette, re-entered the room. He took a seat next to the map, scanning the lines and annotations with renewed interest. "If we overlay the map with recent reports of strange occurrences, we might be able to pinpoint the most active locations."

Fazid nodded. "And if we can get ahead of these events, we might find a way to stop them before they cause more harm."

The group worked late into the night, combining their knowledge and insights. The air was filled with the soft rustle of pages, the occasional muttered word, and the quiet hum of focused effort. Despite the gravity of their task, there was a sense of unity and shared purpose that buoyed their spirits.

As the first light of dawn began to creep through the windows, Harrington leaned back in his chair, rubbing his eyes. "We've made significant progress. We have a clearer understanding of the book's contents and a potential map of ley lines and sites of interest."

Max stretched, feeling the fatigue in his muscles. "Aye, but we need rest. We won't be much good if we're too tired to think straight."

Stenwick closed the book carefully. "Agreed. Let's get some rest and reconvene in a few hours. We need to be at our best if we're going to face what's coming."

The group dispersed to find places to rest, each lost in their thoughts. Max found a quiet corner and lay down, his mind racing with images of floating figures, ancient rituals, and shadowy threats. He knew the days ahead would be filled with challenges and dangers, but he also knew they had the strength and resolve to face them together.

As he drifted off to sleep, the words of an old adage echoed in his mind: "In unity, there is strength." Whatever lay ahead, they would face it as a team, bound by a common purpose and a shared determination to protect their world from the encroaching darkness.

#Cthulhu #Lovecraft #Candela Obscura #roleplaying games #Monsters #RYLEH #Oh Ryleh

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Dickheads of the Month: October 2024

As it seems that there are people who say or do things that are remarkably dickheaded yet somehow people try to make excuses for them or pretend it never happened, here is a collection of some of the dickheaded actions we saw in the month of October 2024 to make sure that they are never forgotten.  

Looks like the Israeli Defence Force attempting to de-escalate by escalation (read: swing their murder boner from Palestine into Lebanon) worked exactly as planned - as by the end of the first day of invading Lebanon the skies over Tel Aviv were filled with missiles launched from Iran

...which led to the always-charming Tzipi Hotovely claiming that no country should tolerate 180 missiles being launched at civilians, which was a particularly odd claim as there are no reports of any missiles hitting civilian targets - and the minor detail of her being the ambassador for a country which has launched far more than that into Palestine for the past year

...which is surely not related to Keir Starmer flat-out lying about missiles being launched at civilian targets, when Haaretz stated that only military targets were hit. Which isn't even the strangest thing about Starmer's thundering about Israel being attacked while failing to mention Lebanon being attacked even once, as that award goes to his baffling insistence of always describing Israel with female pronouns, which he does not seem to do for other countries

...but at least Israel had Emma Barnett on their side, haranguing the Lebanese ambassador for the entire interview on BBC Radio 4's Today programme - which was in stark contrast to her interview with the Israeli ambassador the day before where she may as well have nipped outside to get a round of coffees while letting all manner of propaganda pass unchecked

...but luckily genocidal maniac Benjamin Netanyahu proposed a solution for Lebanon: have a civil war, or we'll kill you all. Definitely no more reasons to drag his ass into The Hague there...

...just like the Israeli Defence Force bombing al-Aqsa hospital courtyard that caused patients hooked to IVs to burn to death in the tents is a reason for people to stop parroting that Israel has the right to defend itself when they're bombing hospitals with arms provided by the West and causing civilians to burn to death

...yet somehow Sky News thought it was a good idea to use a still of Palestinians burning to death in a hospital courtyard the IDF had bombed to illustrate a story about Iranian missile strikes on Israel, but this is the same Sky News who solemnly read out the names of four IDF troops killed in a drone strike yet are using phrases like "six year-old lady" when describing children killed by the IDF

...but luckily David Lammy set us all straight by saying that describing Israel's ongoing genocide against Palestinians is not allowed because doing so trivialises other genocides, which suggests that in Lammy's mind you have to exterminate above a certain number of people before an ongoing genocide can be described as a genocide on Planet Centrist

...an opinion which Ryan Gidursky underlined when telling accusing Medhi Hassan of being a Hamas terrorist live on a CNN panel show and he hoped his pager was beeping, because wishing death on somebody live on TV while demonstrating you lack the intellect to differentiate Hamas and Hezbolah is a clear sign of a calm, rational and non-genocidal society

You would think that billionaire manchild Elon Musk might have had a moment of clarity when he found himself leaping around the stage like a dancing monkey at the Trump rally in Butler PA, but instead he described himself as "Dark MAGA" while somehow missing the fact that even Trump was giving him side-eye because his antics were so grating that even Trump was irritated by them

...though his mother Maye Musk is hardly any better, what with her actively encouraging people to try electoral fraud mere days after Tina Peters got a nine year sentence for electoral fraud

...swiftly followed by billionaire manchild Elon Musk demonstrating the apple doesn't fall far from the tree by committing his own electoral fraud by offering financial incentive for Trump supporters in swing states to sign a petition

...and then billionaire manchild Elon Musk showed us what a very smart business boy he is by unveiling the Cybertaxi...and promptly saw Tesla's share price drop by $60bn overnight

...and that's before billionaire manchild Elon Musk was found to once again claimed that he had a fully working robot at one of his events, which turned out to be a mechanical Turk, this time operated by a mocap performer hidden backstage

...and because billionaire manchild Elon Musk hadn't committed enough acts of election interference already, he started offering $1m to Pennsylvania voters to vote for Trump over Harris, which is frankly asking for people to take his money then vote Harris anyway

...this would be billionaire manchild Elon Musk who it emerged has been in regular contact with Vladimir Putin for the past two years. Suddenly makes Starlink being shut off before a Russian missile attack feel a little different, doesn't it?

...as well as the same billionaire manchild Elon Musk who the Washington Post revealed was working illegally in the US for a couple of years, making his talk of closing borders the worst kind of projection, because of course it does

...so of course billionaire manchild Elon Musk then did the favourite bit of all stupid people who know fuck all about politics and trotted out the "deH naHtSEes Wur sOshUliSTz!" line, which is an interesting take from somebody so reliant on government subsidies

...all while billionaire manchild Elon Musk continued using his PAC to pump out propaganda on Twitter under the guise of the account being run by the US Government, rather than some daft twunt from South Africa who doesn't even live in the US legally

...and on the subject of billionaire manchild Elon Musk and legality, it soon emerged he was engaging in both fraud and borderline people trafficking for his voter awareness program, when it emerged that people who didn't even know what materials they were handing out until they signed an NDA were loaded in the back of vans and driven around for hours to fuck knows where to get the word out for Trump - and if they didn't Musk would withhold their lodging payments as they hadn't met quotas

Though it seems that Jeff Bezos also wanted in on the billionaires sticking their noses in, blocking the Washington Post from endorsing Kamala Harris and immediately seeing the subscriber count dropping by 8% and 1/3 of the board resigning in protest

Just when you think that Keir Starmer's Labour Party couldn't get any worse if they tried, we have Liz Kendall suggest job coaches visit mental health wards to get the patients back into work all to get welfare costs down with extreme prejudice, and because that wasn't dystopian enough we have Wes Streeting claim that it's not dystopian to give jobseekers fat-burning Ozempic injections - and when you get past the casual assumption that all jobseekers must be fat and lazy you might find the complete coincidence that Novo Holdings, who are the main stakeholder in Ozempic, just so happened to bung Keir Starmer's Labour Party a donation right before the election

Because it is impossible for Keir Starmer to not lie, he prefixed his popularist blathering about the Falkland Islands being British by saying his uncle's ship was torpedoed during the Falklands War...which is remarkably easy to debunk as the only ship torpedoed during the entire conflict was the General Belgrano, while in reality HMS Antelope was sunk by the Royal Engineers bungling a bomb defusal and blowing a hole in the side of the ship which you'd think is something Starmer's uncle would remember, because otherwise the only conclusions to draw are either Starmer demonstrated his incompetence in Parliament or Starmer lied in Parliament

...and because unifying force for good Keir Starmer is capable of running a tight ship, he decided to boot Louise Haigh out of the cabinet for describing P&O Ferries as a rogue operator - meaning that, somehow, Starmer has found Grant Schapps is to the left of him on something

This month it was Tom Cleverley supporters who debunked nominative determinism with aplomb, as their attempts to game the vote so then-front runner Cleverley would face Robert Jenrick in the final round of the vote for the Tory leadership backfired when too many of them voted for Jenrick and eliminated Cleverley from the running altogether

Oh no, it seems that Marjorie Taylor Greene did not learn after her "Jewish space laser" moment and is now convinced that the Jews are to blame for Hurricane Helene as they control the weather now, which begs the question how somebody can claim there's no man-man climate change yet also claim people control the weather...

Noted couchfucker JD Vance thought it was a good idea to blurt out during the Vice Presidential debate that they agreed beforehand he wouldn't be factchecked during the debate. Which is presumably why he started babbling racist drivel about Haitian migrants during said debate - until he was factchecked, of course

Beacon of professionalism Laura Kuenssberg somehow managed to send her briefing notes for her upcoming interview with proven liar Alexander Boris De Pfeffel Johnson to...proven liar Alexander Boris De Pfeffel Johnson, which was apparently a "mistake" but the number of people who believe that can be counted on Captain Hook's right hand

...yet when ITV interviewed proven liar Boris Johnson the main takeaway was him harrumphing that he shouldn't have apologised for the various Lockdown-breaking pissups held at 10 Downing Street which he was so aware of he regularly attended them

What a relief that Rachel Reeves is cracking down on that group of people who have had it far too easy for far too long: people who are paying the capped £2 bus fare to get to and from work, who will lose this privilege they have become far too comfortable with as fares are hiked to £3 - or, for centrist twerps claiming "It's just a quid", increased by 50% per journey

...a decision which Wes Streeting was quick to get his big margarine face in front of to claim that bus companies actually wanted to increase fares to £10, which is utter fucking bollocks

Temper tantrum-thrower Shai Davidai is at it once again, not only posting tweets harassing Columbia students (you know, the place he works) but also stalking the students in the library and posting photos of them online , which the last time I checked is a sentence which contains two very good reasons to fire his untenured ass. Probably why he got suspended, that...

Isn't it funny how the Metropolitan Police suddenly remembered that Chris Kaba was one of Europe's most feared criminals and leaked that information to the press as soon as Martyn Blake was found to have not cold bloodedly murdered Kaba in spite the evidence not matching Blake's testimony at all while Blake also trotted out the usual "I was fearing for my life" line that Metropolitan Police officers tend to use when they're on trial for the cold blooded murder of members of the public in a hail of gunfire

At long last people noticed Sasha Baron Cohen only ever had one "joke2 for his Borat persona, and that's being an Islamophobic turd - and they noticed a mere eighteen years after the first film when he went on Jimmy Fallon to do a bit about how Kazakhs would beat Kamala Harris to death for being a black woman who married a Jew, which was an interesting angle to take considering Kazakhstan doesn't have any issue whatsoever with inter-faith marriages. Now, who wants to guess which nation Sasha Baron Cohen has been aggressively and obnoxiously defending for the past year where inter-faith marriages are illegal? I'll give you a hint: it's the same one where the locals nearly stoned him to death when filming Bruno...

I'm sure that bonehead messiah "Tommy Robinson" forgetting to mention that he was going to be remanded in custody on the date of his gammon march was an innocent mistake, and definitely not him trying to dupe his coked-up dickhead following he was some kind of political prisoner after he handed himself in to police for violating the terms of his previous arrest which by complete coincidence he did a day before the aforementioned gammon march

Highest quality candidate Mike Amesbury demonstrated how committed Keir Starmer's Labour Party are to punching down by assaulting somebody in the street in full view of numerous cameras

It probably should have occurred to Asmongold that saying Palestinians are an "inferior culture" to justify the ongoing genocide that Israel is committing against them might come back to bite him, even after his pathetic "My bad..." nonpology. But it didn't, which is why his Twitch channel has been suspended

I'm sure that Joseph Mastroianni didn't intentionally commit a federal offence by stealing a political mailer from somebody's letterbox, stuffing it in his pocket and then replacing it with one of their own - and happen to be caught on camera while doing so, because that's what can happen when people have motion activated cameras in their doorbells these days

There's missing the point and then there's ITV going back to digitally alter footage of a contestant on one of their shows' pro-Palestine t-shirt due tot he usual performative outrage from the usual suspects - when that show is Big Brother

According to Robert F Kennedy Jr there's no reason to suggest that hanging out with Jeffrey Epstein is weird, because RFK Jr says that he hung out with Harvey Weinstein and Bill Cosby and he didn't turn out weird in any way...

Professional scam artist Logan Paul insists his shitty version of Lunchables doesn't contain mould, which came as news to the people who have opened his shitty version of Lunchables and found mould staring at them - and also noted scam artist Logan Paul for that matter, who tweeted he couldn't see mould in his shitty version of Lunchables after opening one of his shitty versions of Lunchables on stream and having mould staring back at him

...and let's not let MrBeast off the hook for his part in making these shitty versions of Lunchables, not least because he's been reported to the FBI for leaking group chats between his coworkers. Frankly, if I were KSI, I'd take the hint and keep my head down

According to Brianna Wu the literal Ku Klux Klan are better than pro-Palestine marches because the literal KK-fucking-K came to her college but "never openly called for violence" - which of course saw parking enthusiast Eve Barlow swoop into her mentions to thank her for her allyship, because you know you're mental when Eve Barlow is thanking you for being a fellow genocide-supporting cheerleader who sounds almost as hat stand as she does...

Waffling gargoyle Nigel Farage still hasn't had a single MP surgery in Clacton, but you know what he has set up? The residents of Clacton can pay to have a consultation with somebody who is not their elected Member of Parliament, which definitely does not need to Parliamentary Watchdog clamping tis jaws firmly around its most sensitive bits anytime soon

Perhaps people would believe Bill Maher was smarter than everyone else in the room if he didn't say things like how Chappell Roan would be thrown off a roof in Gaza for her support for Palestine, what with the IDF being documented throwing Palestinians off the few roofs they have left standing during their ongoing genocide...

Absurd amount of cuntishness from Dumbdumbjeez when he livestreamed (on Kick, natch) taking a homeless woman to a fancy dinner - and then leaving her with the bill

The latest stop on the Zachary Levi trainwreck tour saw him response to his friend Gavin Creel's death by posting an Instagram video claiming that he died from "turbo cancer" which he received when he had his Covid vaccine

Noted rapist Andrew Tate has found his latest in a long line of grifts as he's now selling his own crypto coin, something he angrily insisted he would never do on multiple occasions when the subject came up before. Now he just needs to answer the obvious question about how he's making money off this shit, given there's at least 800 people who Tate gave his fake currency to for free after emailing Coffezilla and calling him "gay" on Tate's instruction when Tate insisted that he totally wasn't bothered by Coffezilla investigating him...

Once again Triple H acted like a salty bitch when facing the mildest of pushback in a press conference, responding to a valid (and long overdue) question about how black wrestlers rarely (if ever) feature on WWE pay per views by saying (much like people watching WWE pay per views) he doesn't see colour - and that comment looked especially good a couple of weeks later where Carlito referred to Iyo Sky and Kairi Sane being "Chinese" in a backstage segment on an episode of Raw

Beanie-wearing testicle Tim Pool says he's stopping his shitty podcast to take care of his family. This would the the family he doesn't have, but I guess lying is easier than admitting it's a lot harder to continue churning out his shitty podcast when the Russian cheques dried up

Skinned ferret Tony Hinchcliffe managed the impossible: to do a remarkably racist "comedy" set at Trump's Riefenstahlic rally at Madison Square Garden that somehow bombed in front of an audience filled with racists so badly that the Trump campaign tried to claim they had no clue what he was going to say - a claim which would stand up to scrutiny if his entire routine wasn't typed into the teleprompter beforehand

Andrew Tate's Mini-Me Adin Ross aid $5000 to get the new Call of Duty a week early - and then whined on stream that he couldn't play the multiplayer, because it didn't occur to him that multiplayer servers are not switched on a week before a game's release

Sadly, we were reminded that GradeA UnderA existed - and we were reminded because they posed an antisemitic image to their Twitter, and when called out for using a patently antisemitic caricature defended themselves by saying it was a meme character, as if he posted a soyjack and not a caricature that has been used for years to negatively portray Jewish people that even an amoeba would know the connotations of

And finally registered sex offender Donald Trump debunked the mere notion that he's weird by getting so weirdly obsessed about the fact Kamala Harris once worked at McDonalds by having a branch of McDonalds close for an afternoon so he could have a photo-op where he demonstrated that he couldn't work the fries line without fucking it up terribly but calling it a "win" for some reason - which looked especially well for McDonalds when their share price nosedived and they were home to a widespread E.coli outbreak within 72 hours of Trump's photo stunt

...that would be registered sex offender Donald Trump whose campaign slogan is "Trump'll Fix It", which suggests nobody at Trump HQ knows how Google works

[saadahstudies]

Fiqh Tahawlat 23-8-24 Ust Farhanah

Plot and lie and murdering Sayyidina Uthman.

All these lies and propaganda. All these slander against sayyidina Uthman

Rasulullah saw gave these glad tidings to the people of badr.

There are people given immunity. In a world where there is so much confusion.

All these Islamic knowledge (but it was made to see it) but its all dajjalic syllabus. There is no sanad back to Rasulullah s.a.w.

Like you cant do this and that bcs bid'ah. So confusing so who do you follow? The one with authority. The one with chain back to Rasulullah s.a.w.

And there are people just liars. Preaching things not taught from Rasulullah s.a.w. No chain that goes back to Rasulullah s.a.w.

Factual statements - by Rasulullah s.a.w. are unchanging. So that we do not fall in the deception of Dajjal. The only way we don't be duped by Dajjal is to know from Rasulullah s.a.w. what is right what is wrong etc.

His plan is instigating whispers to reject hadith. It is all part of his plan.

(Studying corruption of aqidah - Ustazah Farhana)

Professor saying theres a group of people in the zaman who reject hadith and say only Quran is correct. They reject all hadith. And they say bcs human beings are prone to mistakes. But they dont know that Rasulullah s.a.w. is ma'sum, protected by Allah swt.

This movement began in Egypt. A guy wrote an entire book to prove that we cannot take a single hadith. And he tried to spread it in egypt (Al Azhar is the foremost university in the Islamic world) so one of the mashaykh of Al Azhar went to see this guy to rebute him. But to the common person they will be convinced. When he went to see this guy, he found this guy's islamic education was from Isrl. X_X They say the prophets commit fornication etc. They say the prophets are flawed.

Bcs Rasulullah s.a.w. all his hadith gives clarity. He sets us on a clear way/street. So the one way for dajjal to push his agenda of deception is for people to doubt the prophet. As-Sadiqul Amin. So dajjal has a war against Rasulullah s.a.w. By finding faults in him. He married many wives, and sayyidina Aisyah r.a. etc. None of these matters matter but they talk about these so we would not listen to the things about the end of times etc. The dajjal keeps lying here and there. So Rasulullah s.a.w. is the one telling us and exposing dajjal.

If you see things happening around you, you know what is right and what is wrong and you will not fall for the deception of dajjal.

BAsicallly to hear the warnings, glad tidings, immunities. These things come in the form of human beings, situations, countries, or places. Like how Rasulullah s.a.w. said Ya Allah bless our Syam and our Yemen. And when there is fitnah, go to Ssyam or go to Yemen. It could be a physical (Syam - Syrian Lebanon Palestine) or not (going to the scholars).

There is a fitnah in trying to make people in not going to the habaib.

Rasulullah s.a.w. said there are generations given warnings of glad tidings and given immunity. Like Khulafa Ar-Rashidin 30 yrs. Beyond that no more. Exactly after 30yrs of Rasulullah s.a.w.'s passsing, Sayyidina Hassan stepped down. Passing the caliphate to Muawiyyah. Assasination fitnah bcs Uthman r.a. was a rightful caliph.

Prophecies (prospective texts) from the point of Rasulullah s.a.w. Like what happened to the sahabah after his death is a prophecy. It will happen in the future. Sanad is important.

It was never the matter of the Muslims. And they go deep into the book of knowledge and they will spread it. Yet 100 years ago everywhere in the world people married at that age. Though he married her at that age, they are legally married, it is not a problem bcs that was how the society was. In China, even in the UK, Africa, Asia. Ppl married at that age. It was the way it was. Before the modern age. The problem is that they don't understand history, that it changes from era to era. It is the znst and fool the muslims and they buy into these ridiculous things without knowing history. They are made to be fools. In the day of Judgement all those who appose, no one asked their opinion, bcs they opposed it.

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A group of American soldiers stationed in Iraq at the end of the Gulf War find a map they believe will take them to a huge cache of stolen Kuwaiti gold hidden near their base, and they embark on a secret mission that’s destined to change everything. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Archie Gates: George Clooney Troy Barlow: Mark Wahlberg Chief Elgin: Ice Cube Conrad Vig: Spike Jonze Amir Abdullah: Cliff Curtis Adriana Cruz: Nora Dunn Walter Wogaman: Jamie Kennedy Captain Said: Saïd Taghmaoui Colonel Horn: Mykelti Williamson Captain Van Meter: Holt McCallany Cathy Daitch: Judy Greer Teebaux: Christopher Lohr Paco: Jon Sklaroff Debbie Barlow, Troy’s Wife: Liz Stauber Amir’s Wife: Marsha Horan Amir’s Daughter: Alia Shawkat Hairdressing Twin #2: Ghanem Algarawi Hairdressing Twin #1: Jabir Algarawi Western Dressed Village Woman: Bonnie Afsary Traditional Village Woman: Jacqueline Abi-Ad Deserter Leader: Fadil Al-Badri Kaied: Qaid Al-Nomani Iraqi Tank Major: Sayed Badreya Iraqi Troop Carrier Major: Magdi Rashwan Iraqi First Kill Soldier: Ali Afshar Berm Soldier / Truck Driver: Tank Jones Berm Soldier: Patrick O’Neal Jones Berm Soldier: Shawn Pilot Berm Soldier: Brett Bassett Cuts Troy’s Cuff Soldier: Jim Gaffigan Camp Soldier / Truck Driver: Al Whiting Camp Soldier / Truck Driver: Brian Patterson Camp Soldier: Scott Dillon Camp Soldier: Kwesi Okai Hazel Camp Soldier: Joseph Romanov Camp Soldier: Christopher B. Duncan Camp Soldier: Randy W. McCoy Camp Soldier: Mark Rhodes Camp Soldier: Scott Pearce Civil Affairs Company Clerk: Gary Parker Saudi Translator: Haidar Alatowa Iraqi Soldier with Map: Salah Salea Dead Iraqi Soldier: Doug Jones Iraqi Civilian Mother with Baby: Farinaz Farrokh Lying Iraqi – Bunker #1: Omar ‘Freefly’ Alhegelan Friendly Iraqi – Bunker #1: Hassan Allawati Pleading Civilian Woman: Sara Aziz Iraqi Civilian Man: A. Halim Mostafa Storeroom Captain – Bunker #2: Al Mustafa Iraqi Interrogation Sergeant: Anthony Batarse Iraqi Rifle Loader #1 – Bunker #2: Mohamad Al-Jalahma Iraqi Rifle Loader #2 – Bunker #2: Mohammed Sharafi Storeroom Guard – Bunker #2: Hillel Michael Shamam Iraqi Radio Operator: Joey Naber Black Robe Leader: Basim Ridha Iraqi Republican Guard Lieutenant – Oasis Bunker: Peter Macdissi Iraqi Republican Guard Sergeant – Oasis Bunker: Tony Shawkat Iraqi Republican Guard Sergeant – Oasis Bunker: Joseph Abi-Ad Troy’s Interrogation Guard – Oasis Bunker: Fahd Al-Ujaimy Troy’s Interrogation Guard – Oasis Bunker: Derick Qaqish Troy’s Republican Guard – Oasis Bunker: Hassan Bach-Agha Troy’s Republican Guard – Oasis Bunker: Fadi Sitto Deserter #1: Ali Alkindi Deserter #2: Abdullah Al-Dawalem Deserter #3: Rick Mendoza Republican Guard on Roof – Oasis Bunker: Jassim Al-Khazraji Fleeing Republican Guard – Oasis Bunker: Haider Alkindi Fleeing Republican Guard – Oasis Bunker: Kalid Mustafa Fleeing Republican Guard – Oasis Bunker: Ghazwyn Ramlawi Fleeing Republican Guard – Oasis Bunker: Raad Thomasian Fleeing Republican Guard – Oasis Bunker: Wessam Saleh Fleeing Republican Guard / Sniper – Oasis Bunker: Jay Giannone Fleeing Republican Guard / Sniper – Oasis Bunker: Sam Hassan Action Star: Brian Bosworth Iraqi Child: Donte Delila Iraqi Child: Dylan Brown Helicopter Pilot (uncredited): Rick Shuster Film Crew: Screenplay: David O. Russell Executive Producer: Bruce Berman Producer: Charles Roven Director of Photography: Newton Thomas Sigel Original Music Composer: Carter Burwell Production Design: Catherine Hardwicke Editor: Robert K. Lambert Set Decoration: Gene Serdena Costume Design: Kym Barrett Costume Supervisor: Bob Morgan Producer: Edward McDonnell Art Direction: Jann K. Engel Art Direction: Derek R. Hill Casting: Mary Vernieu Producer: Paul Junger Witt Casting: Anne McCarthy Makeup Artist: Adam Brandy Construction Coordinator: Lars Petersen Steadicam Operator: Larry McConkey Dialogue Editor: Donald L. Warner Jr. Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Michael Herbick Makeup Artist: Donald Mowat Chief Lighting Technician: Terry Hall Key Grip: David L. Me...

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Ordre de passage du contrôle des parrainages des 93 candidats pour la vérification des dossiers de parrainages*. 🚨L'ordre de passage des 93 candidats pour la présidentielle de 2024* *pour la vérification des dossiers de parrainages*👇. Le contrôle des dossiers de parrainage a commencé ce samedi 30 décembre 2023 à 9 heures 30 mn selon Badio Camara, le président de la Commission nationale de Contrôle des dossiers de parrainages. Ce processus, qui vise à vérifier la validité des signatures recueillies par les candidats à l'élection présidentielle du 25 février 2024, se déroule au Centre international de conférence Abdou Diouf (CICAD) de Diamniadio. Ordre de passage du contrôle des parrainages des 93 candidats pour la vérification des dossiers de parrainages* Ordre de passage du contrôle des parrainages des 93 candidats pour la vérification des dossiers de parrainages 1 Sur les 93 candidats déclarés, seuls 15 ont opté pour le parrainage des élus, tandis que les 78 autres ont choisi le parrainage citoyen. Chaque candidat doit présenter au moins 65 000 signatures issues d'au moins sept régions du pays, avec un minimum de 2 000 signatures par région. → A LIRE AUSSI Coupe d’Afrique des Nations : La liste du Maroc pour la CAN 2023 est tombée L'ordre de passage des candidats pour la vérification des dossiers de parrainages a été établi par tirage au sort. Voici l'ordre de passage des 93 candidats pour la présidentielle de 2024👇 Mamadou Badio Camara livre les secrets de 93 dossiers reçus au greffe Présidentielle 2024 1 Boubacar Camara 2 Adjibou Soumaré 3 Ousmane Kane 4 Ousmane Sonko 5 Amadou Aly Kane 6 Pape Eugénie Barbier 7 El Hadj Moustapha Diouf 8 Abdoulaye Sylla 9 Cheikh Tidiane Gadio 10 Mouhamed Benssine Diop 11 Rose Wardini. 12 Cheikh Tidiane Dieye 13 Malick Gueye 14 Mouhamed Al Habip Tounkara. 15 Mary Teuw Niane 16 Mamadou Sambou Yatassay 17 Dethie Fall 18 Aminata Assome Diatta 19 Pape Macodou Diouf 20 Samba Ndiaye 21 Mbacke Sarr 22 Alioune Sarr 23 Ibrahim Hamidou Deme 24 Daouda Ndiaye 25 Cheikh Mamadou Abiboulaye Dieye 26 Oumar Sylla 27 Cheikh Abdou Mbacke 28 Talla Sylla 29 Jean Baptiste Diouf 30 Idrissa Seck 31 Charles E Abdou Ciss 32 Khadim Diop 33 Aliou Mamadou Dia 34 Birima Mangara 35 Amdy Diallo Fall 36 El Hadj Ibrahima Mbow 37 Ndiack Lakh 38 Serigne Mboup 39 Pape Djibril Fall 40 Ibrahima Datt 41 Mouhamadou Lamine Gueye 42 Alou Lam 43 Adama Faye 44 Mouhamadou Madana Kane 45 Al HOusseynou Ba 46 Mamadou Lamine Diallo 47 Mahamad Boune Abdallah Dionne 48 Aliou Camara 49 Karim Maïssa Wade 50 Babacar Diop 51 El Hadj Ibrahima Sall 52 Habib Sy 53 El Hadj Malick Gackou 54 Pape Momar Ngom 55 Thione Niang 56 Aly Ngouille Ndiaye 57 Serigne Gueye Diop 58 Assane Ka 59 Mamadou Diop ( Decroix) 60 Souleymane Ndene Ndiaye 61 Abdoul Mbaye 62 Sheikh Alassane Sene 63 Al Hassane Ben Aline Niang 64 Khalifa Ababacar Sall 65 Anta Babacar Ngom 66 Aminata Toure 67 Alpha Thiam 68 Amadou Ba 69 El Hadj Mamadou Diao 70 Ibrahima Habib Ngott 71 Amadou Seck 72 Abdoul Khadar Sall 73 Bassirou Diamaye Diakhar Faye 74 Abdou Rahmane Diouf 75 Ndongo Ndiaye 76 Thierno Cissé 77 Amadou Thiaw 78 Ibrahima Sall 79 Cheikh Dieng 80 Mouhamed Fadel Kone 81 Ibrahima Cissokho 82 Mamadou Dieye 83 Moussa Diop 84 Bougane Gueye 85 Mansour Ndiaye 86 Momar Ndao 87 Amadou Ly 88 Ibou Thiawliya Sylla 89 Babacar Ndiaye 90 Thierno Alassane Sall 91 Amsatou Sow 92 Issadissa Thiow 93 Aïchatou Mbodj → A LIRE AUSSI UCAD : Les révélations sur les cours et les examens de Fac médecine et ESP Les candidats les plus attendus Commission de Contrôle des Parrainages fait le bilan à l’issue de la première journée de vérification Parmi les candidats les plus attendus, on peut citer Aminata Touré, la présidente du mouvement MIMI 2024 et ancienne Première ministre, qui occupe la 66ème position de l'ordre de passage. Elle a affirmé avoir réuni plus de 200 000 signatures à travers le pays. Un autre candidat qui suscite beaucoup d'intérêt est Ousmane Sonko, le leader du parti Pastef-Les Patriotes, qui se trouve à la quatrième position.

Il a revendiqué plus de 300 000 signatures, dont plus de la moitié provenant de la diaspora. Toutefois, son représentant ne s'est pas présenté lors du premier passage ce samedi, invoquant des raisons techniques. Il devra donc repasser lors d'une session ultérieure. *(KAFUNEL.COM)* 1er Boubacar Camara 2e Cheikh Hadjibou Soumaré 3e Ousmane Kane 4e Ousmane Sonko. KAFUNEL.COM 5e : Amadou Aly Kane, 6e : Papa Eugénie Barbier, 7e : Me El Hadj Diouf, 8e : Abdoulaye Sylla, 9e : Cheikh Tidiane Gadio, 10e : Mohamed Ben Omar Sy Diop, 11e : Rose Wardini, 12e : Cheikh Tidiane Diéye., 13e : Malick Guèye... KAFUNEL.COM 26e : Oumar Sylla, 27e : Cheikh Abdou Mbacké, 28e : Talla Sylla, 29e : Jean Baptiste Diouf, 30e : Idrissa Seck, 31e : Charles Émile Ciss, 32e : Khadim Diop, 33e : Alioune Mamadou Dia, 34e : Birima Mangara, 35e : Amdy Diallo Fall, 36e : El Hadji Ibrahima Mbow, 37e : Ndiack Lakh, 38e : Serigne Mboup, 39e : Papa Djibril Fall, 40e : Ibrahima Datte, 41e : Mohammadou Lamine Guéye, 42e : Alioune Lam KAFUNEL.COM 14e : Mohamed El Habib Tounkara, 15e : Mary Teuw Niane, 16e : Mamadou Sambou Yatassay, 17e : Déthié Fall, 18e : Assome Aminata Diatta, 19e : Papa Macodou Diouf, 20e : Samba Ndiaye, 21e : Mbacké Sarr, 22e : Alioune Sarr, 23e : Ibrahima Hamidou Dème, 24e : Daouda Ndiaye, 25e : Cheikh Bamba Dièye... KAFUNEL.COM 43e : Adama Faye, 44e : Mohammadou, Madana Kane, 45e : Al Housseynou Ba, 46e : Mamadou Lamine Diallo, 47e : Mohammed B. Dionne, 48e : Alioune Kamara, 49e : Karim Wade, 50e : Babacar Diop, 51e : El Hadji Ibrahima Sall, 52e : Habib Sy, 53e : El Hadji Malick Gackou, 54e : Papa Momar Ngom, 55e : Thione Niang, 56e : Aly Ngouille Ndiaye, 57e : Serigne Guèye Diop, 58e : Assane Ka, 59e : Mamadou Diop, 60e : Souleymane Ndéné Ndiaye, 61e : Abdoul Mbaye KAFUNEL.COM Le contrôle des dossiers de parrainage a commencé ce samedi 30 décembre 2023 à 9 heures 30 mn selon Badio Camara. 🚨L'ordre de passage des 93 candidats pour la présidentielle de 2024* *pour la vérification des dossiers de parrainages*👇 → A LIRE AUSSI UCAD : La colère du président Macky Sall Le contrôle des dossiers de parrainage devrait se poursuivre jusqu'au 10 janvier 2024 Ordre de passage du contrôle des parrainages des 93 candidats pour la vérification des dossiers de parrainages OK Le candidat du pouvoir, Amadou Ba, qui représente la coalition Benno Bokk Yakaar (BBY), a quant à lui opté pour le parrainage des élus. Il a déclaré avoir obtenu le soutien de plus de 80% des députés, des maires et des conseillers départementaux du pays. Le contrôle des dossiers de parrainage devrait se poursuivre jusqu'au 10 janvier 2024. À l'issue de cette opération, la CNRV publiera la liste provisoire des candidats retenus pour le scrutin présidentiel. Les candidats écartés pourront alors introduire des recours devant le Conseil constitutionnel, qui aura la charge de publier la liste définitive des candidats au plus tard le 20 janvier 2024. Kafunel vous tiendra informé de toute évolution sur ce sujet crucial pour la démocratie sénégalaise.

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Ordre de passage du contrôle des parrainages des 93 candidats pour la vérification des dossiers de parrainages*. 🚨L'ordre de passage des 93 candidats pour la présidentielle de 2024* *pour la vérification des dossiers de parrainages*👇. Le contrôle des dossiers de parrainage a commencé ce samedi 30 décembre 2023 à 9 heures 30 mn selon Badio Camara, le président de la Commission nationale de Contrôle des dossiers de parrainages. Ce processus, qui vise à vérifier la validité des signatures recueillies par les candidats à l'élection présidentielle du 25 février 2024, se déroule au Centre international de conférence Abdou Diouf (CICAD) de Diamniadio. Ordre de passage du contrôle des parrainages des 93 candidats pour la vérification des dossiers de parrainages* Ordre de passage du contrôle des parrainages des 93 candidats pour la vérification des dossiers de parrainages 1 Sur les 93 candidats déclarés, seuls 15 ont opté pour le parrainage des élus, tandis que les 78 autres ont choisi le parrainage citoyen. Chaque candidat doit présenter au moins 65 000 signatures issues d'au moins sept régions du pays, avec un minimum de 2 000 signatures par région. → A LIRE AUSSI Coupe d’Afrique des Nations : La liste du Maroc pour la CAN 2023 est tombée L'ordre de passage des candidats pour la vérification des dossiers de parrainages a été établi par tirage au sort. Voici l'ordre de passage des 93 candidats pour la présidentielle de 2024👇 Mamadou Badio Camara livre les secrets de 93 dossiers reçus au greffe Présidentielle 2024 1 Boubacar Camara 2 Adjibou Soumaré 3 Ousmane Kane 4 Ousmane Sonko 5 Amadou Aly Kane 6 Pape Eugénie Barbier 7 El Hadj Moustapha Diouf 8 Abdoulaye Sylla 9 Cheikh Tidiane Gadio 10 Mouhamed Benssine Diop 11 Rose Wardini. 12 Cheikh Tidiane Dieye 13 Malick Gueye 14 Mouhamed Al Habip Tounkara. 15 Mary Teuw Niane 16 Mamadou Sambou Yatassay 17 Dethie Fall 18 Aminata Assome Diatta 19 Pape Macodou Diouf 20 Samba Ndiaye 21 Mbacke Sarr 22 Alioune Sarr 23 Ibrahim Hamidou Deme 24 Daouda Ndiaye 25 Cheikh Mamadou Abiboulaye Dieye 26 Oumar Sylla 27 Cheikh Abdou Mbacke 28 Talla Sylla 29 Jean Baptiste Diouf 30 Idrissa Seck 31 Charles E Abdou Ciss 32 Khadim Diop 33 Aliou Mamadou Dia 34 Birima Mangara 35 Amdy Diallo Fall 36 El Hadj Ibrahima Mbow 37 Ndiack Lakh 38 Serigne Mboup 39 Pape Djibril Fall 40 Ibrahima Datt 41 Mouhamadou Lamine Gueye 42 Alou Lam 43 Adama Faye 44 Mouhamadou Madana Kane 45 Al HOusseynou Ba 46 Mamadou Lamine Diallo 47 Mahamad Boune Abdallah Dionne 48 Aliou Camara 49 Karim Maïssa Wade 50 Babacar Diop 51 El Hadj Ibrahima Sall 52 Habib Sy 53 El Hadj Malick Gackou 54 Pape Momar Ngom 55 Thione Niang 56 Aly Ngouille Ndiaye 57 Serigne Gueye Diop 58 Assane Ka 59 Mamadou Diop ( Decroix) 60 Souleymane Ndene Ndiaye 61 Abdoul Mbaye 62 Sheikh Alassane Sene 63 Al Hassane Ben Aline Niang 64 Khalifa Ababacar Sall 65 Anta Babacar Ngom 66 Aminata Toure 67 Alpha Thiam 68 Amadou Ba 69 El Hadj Mamadou Diao 70 Ibrahima Habib Ngott 71 Amadou Seck 72 Abdoul Khadar Sall 73 Bassirou Diamaye Diakhar Faye 74 Abdou Rahmane Diouf 75 Ndongo Ndiaye 76 Thierno Cissé 77 Amadou Thiaw 78 Ibrahima Sall 79 Cheikh Dieng 80 Mouhamed Fadel Kone 81 Ibrahima Cissokho 82 Mamadou Dieye 83 Moussa Diop 84 Bougane Gueye 85 Mansour Ndiaye 86 Momar Ndao 87 Amadou Ly 88 Ibou Thiawliya Sylla 89 Babacar Ndiaye 90 Thierno Alassane Sall 91 Amsatou Sow 92 Issadissa Thiow 93 Aïchatou Mbodj → A LIRE AUSSI UCAD : Les révélations sur les cours et les examens de Fac médecine et ESP Les candidats les plus attendus Commission de Contrôle des Parrainages fait le bilan à l’issue de la première journée de vérification Parmi les candidats les plus attendus, on peut citer Aminata Touré, la présidente du mouvement MIMI 2024 et ancienne Première ministre, qui occupe la 66ème position de l'ordre de passage. Elle a affirmé avoir réuni plus de 200 000 signatures à travers le pays. Un autre candidat qui suscite beaucoup d'intérêt est Ousmane Sonko, le leader du parti Pastef-Les Patriotes, qui se trouve à la quatrième position.

Il a revendiqué plus de 300 000 signatures, dont plus de la moitié provenant de la diaspora. Toutefois, son représentant ne s'est pas présenté lors du premier passage ce samedi, invoquant des raisons techniques. Il devra donc repasser lors d'une session ultérieure. *(KAFUNEL.COM)* 1er Boubacar Camara 2e Cheikh Hadjibou Soumaré 3e Ousmane Kane 4e Ousmane Sonko. KAFUNEL.COM 5e : Amadou Aly Kane, 6e : Papa Eugénie Barbier, 7e : Me El Hadj Diouf, 8e : Abdoulaye Sylla, 9e : Cheikh Tidiane Gadio, 10e : Mohamed Ben Omar Sy Diop, 11e : Rose Wardini, 12e : Cheikh Tidiane Diéye., 13e : Malick Guèye... KAFUNEL.COM 26e : Oumar Sylla, 27e : Cheikh Abdou Mbacké, 28e : Talla Sylla, 29e : Jean Baptiste Diouf, 30e : Idrissa Seck, 31e : Charles Émile Ciss, 32e : Khadim Diop, 33e : Alioune Mamadou Dia, 34e : Birima Mangara, 35e : Amdy Diallo Fall, 36e : El Hadji Ibrahima Mbow, 37e : Ndiack Lakh, 38e : Serigne Mboup, 39e : Papa Djibril Fall, 40e : Ibrahima Datte, 41e : Mohammadou Lamine Guéye, 42e : Alioune Lam KAFUNEL.COM 14e : Mohamed El Habib Tounkara, 15e : Mary Teuw Niane, 16e : Mamadou Sambou Yatassay, 17e : Déthié Fall, 18e : Assome Aminata Diatta, 19e : Papa Macodou Diouf, 20e : Samba Ndiaye, 21e : Mbacké Sarr, 22e : Alioune Sarr, 23e : Ibrahima Hamidou Dème, 24e : Daouda Ndiaye, 25e : Cheikh Bamba Dièye... KAFUNEL.COM 43e : Adama Faye, 44e : Mohammadou, Madana Kane, 45e : Al Housseynou Ba, 46e : Mamadou Lamine Diallo, 47e : Mohammed B. Dionne, 48e : Alioune Kamara, 49e : Karim Wade, 50e : Babacar Diop, 51e : El Hadji Ibrahima Sall, 52e : Habib Sy, 53e : El Hadji Malick Gackou, 54e : Papa Momar Ngom, 55e : Thione Niang, 56e : Aly Ngouille Ndiaye, 57e : Serigne Guèye Diop, 58e : Assane Ka, 59e : Mamadou Diop, 60e : Souleymane Ndéné Ndiaye, 61e : Abdoul Mbaye KAFUNEL.COM Le contrôle des dossiers de parrainage a commencé ce samedi 30 décembre 2023 à 9 heures 30 mn selon Badio Camara. 🚨L'ordre de passage des 93 candidats pour la présidentielle de 2024* *pour la vérification des dossiers de parrainages*👇 → A LIRE AUSSI UCAD : La colère du président Macky Sall Le contrôle des dossiers de parrainage devrait se poursuivre jusqu'au 10 janvier 2024 Ordre de passage du contrôle des parrainages des 93 candidats pour la vérification des dossiers de parrainages OK Le candidat du pouvoir, Amadou Ba, qui représente la coalition Benno Bokk Yakaar (BBY), a quant à lui opté pour le parrainage des élus. Il a déclaré avoir obtenu le soutien de plus de 80% des députés, des maires et des conseillers départementaux du pays. Le contrôle des dossiers de parrainage devrait se poursuivre jusqu'au 10 janvier 2024. À l'issue de cette opération, la CNRV publiera la liste provisoire des candidats retenus pour le scrutin présidentiel. Les candidats écartés pourront alors introduire des recours devant le Conseil constitutionnel, qui aura la charge de publier la liste définitive des candidats au plus tard le 20 janvier 2024. Kafunel vous tiendra informé de toute évolution sur ce sujet crucial pour la démocratie sénégalaise.

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Ordre de passage du contrôle des parrainages des 93 candidats pour la vérification des dossiers de parrainages*. 🚨L'ordre de passage des 93 candidats pour la présidentielle de 2024* *pour la vérification des dossiers de parrainages*👇. Le contrôle des dossiers de parrainage a commencé ce samedi 30 décembre 2023 à 9 heures 30 mn selon Badio Camara, le président de la Commission nationale de Contrôle des dossiers de parrainages. Ce processus, qui vise à vérifier la validité des signatures recueillies par les candidats à l'élection présidentielle du 25 février 2024, se déroule au Centre international de conférence Abdou Diouf (CICAD) de Diamniadio. Ordre de passage du contrôle des parrainages des 93 candidats pour la vérification des dossiers de parrainages* Ordre de passage du contrôle des parrainages des 93 candidats pour la vérification des dossiers de parrainages 1 Sur les 93 candidats déclarés, seuls 15 ont opté pour le parrainage des élus, tandis que les 78 autres ont choisi le parrainage citoyen. Chaque candidat doit présenter au moins 65 000 signatures issues d'au moins sept régions du pays, avec un minimum de 2 000 signatures par région. → A LIRE AUSSI Coupe d’Afrique des Nations : La liste du Maroc pour la CAN 2023 est tombée L'ordre de passage des candidats pour la vérification des dossiers de parrainages a été établi par tirage au sort. Voici l'ordre de passage des 93 candidats pour la présidentielle de 2024👇 Mamadou Badio Camara livre les secrets de 93 dossiers reçus au greffe Présidentielle 2024 1 Boubacar Camara 2 Adjibou Soumaré 3 Ousmane Kane 4 Ousmane Sonko 5 Amadou Aly Kane 6 Pape Eugénie Barbier 7 El Hadj Moustapha Diouf 8 Abdoulaye Sylla 9 Cheikh Tidiane Gadio 10 Mouhamed Benssine Diop 11 Rose Wardini. 12 Cheikh Tidiane Dieye 13 Malick Gueye 14 Mouhamed Al Habip Tounkara. 15 Mary Teuw Niane 16 Mamadou Sambou Yatassay 17 Dethie Fall 18 Aminata Assome Diatta 19 Pape Macodou Diouf 20 Samba Ndiaye 21 Mbacke Sarr 22 Alioune Sarr 23 Ibrahim Hamidou Deme 24 Daouda Ndiaye 25 Cheikh Mamadou Abiboulaye Dieye 26 Oumar Sylla 27 Cheikh Abdou Mbacke 28 Talla Sylla 29 Jean Baptiste Diouf 30 Idrissa Seck 31 Charles E Abdou Ciss 32 Khadim Diop 33 Aliou Mamadou Dia 34 Birima Mangara 35 Amdy Diallo Fall 36 El Hadj Ibrahima Mbow 37 Ndiack Lakh 38 Serigne Mboup 39 Pape Djibril Fall 40 Ibrahima Datt 41 Mouhamadou Lamine Gueye 42 Alou Lam 43 Adama Faye 44 Mouhamadou Madana Kane 45 Al HOusseynou Ba 46 Mamadou Lamine Diallo 47 Mahamad Boune Abdallah Dionne 48 Aliou Camara 49 Karim Maïssa Wade 50 Babacar Diop 51 El Hadj Ibrahima Sall 52 Habib Sy 53 El Hadj Malick Gackou 54 Pape Momar Ngom 55 Thione Niang 56 Aly Ngouille Ndiaye 57 Serigne Gueye Diop 58 Assane Ka 59 Mamadou Diop ( Decroix) 60 Souleymane Ndene Ndiaye 61 Abdoul Mbaye 62 Sheikh Alassane Sene 63 Al Hassane Ben Aline Niang 64 Khalifa Ababacar Sall 65 Anta Babacar Ngom 66 Aminata Toure 67 Alpha Thiam 68 Amadou Ba 69 El Hadj Mamadou Diao 70 Ibrahima Habib Ngott 71 Amadou Seck 72 Abdoul Khadar Sall 73 Bassirou Diamaye Diakhar Faye 74 Abdou Rahmane Diouf 75 Ndongo Ndiaye 76 Thierno Cissé 77 Amadou Thiaw 78 Ibrahima Sall 79 Cheikh Dieng 80 Mouhamed Fadel Kone 81 Ibrahima Cissokho 82 Mamadou Dieye 83 Moussa Diop 84 Bougane Gueye 85 Mansour Ndiaye 86 Momar Ndao 87 Amadou Ly 88 Ibou Thiawliya Sylla 89 Babacar Ndiaye 90 Thierno Alassane Sall 91 Amsatou Sow 92 Issadissa Thiow 93 Aïchatou Mbodj → A LIRE AUSSI UCAD : Les révélations sur les cours et les examens de Fac médecine et ESP Les candidats les plus attendus Commission de Contrôle des Parrainages fait le bilan à l’issue de la première journée de vérification Parmi les candidats les plus attendus, on peut citer Aminata Touré, la présidente du mouvement MIMI 2024 et ancienne Première ministre, qui occupe la 66ème position de l'ordre de passage. Elle a affirmé avoir réuni plus de 200 000 signatures à travers le pays. Un autre candidat qui suscite beaucoup d'intérêt est Ousmane Sonko, le leader du parti Pastef-Les Patriotes, qui se trouve à la quatrième position.

Il a revendiqué plus de 300 000 signatures, dont plus de la moitié provenant de la diaspora. Toutefois, son représentant ne s'est pas présenté lors du premier passage ce samedi, invoquant des raisons techniques. Il devra donc repasser lors d'une session ultérieure. *(KAFUNEL.COM)* 1er Boubacar Camara 2e Cheikh Hadjibou Soumaré 3e Ousmane Kane 4e Ousmane Sonko. KAFUNEL.COM 5e : Amadou Aly Kane, 6e : Papa Eugénie Barbier, 7e : Me El Hadj Diouf, 8e : Abdoulaye Sylla, 9e : Cheikh Tidiane Gadio, 10e : Mohamed Ben Omar Sy Diop, 11e : Rose Wardini, 12e : Cheikh Tidiane Diéye., 13e : Malick Guèye... KAFUNEL.COM 26e : Oumar Sylla, 27e : Cheikh Abdou Mbacké, 28e : Talla Sylla, 29e : Jean Baptiste Diouf, 30e : Idrissa Seck, 31e : Charles Émile Ciss, 32e : Khadim Diop, 33e : Alioune Mamadou Dia, 34e : Birima Mangara, 35e : Amdy Diallo Fall, 36e : El Hadji Ibrahima Mbow, 37e : Ndiack Lakh, 38e : Serigne Mboup, 39e : Papa Djibril Fall, 40e : Ibrahima Datte, 41e : Mohammadou Lamine Guéye, 42e : Alioune Lam KAFUNEL.COM 14e : Mohamed El Habib Tounkara, 15e : Mary Teuw Niane, 16e : Mamadou Sambou Yatassay, 17e : Déthié Fall, 18e : Assome Aminata Diatta, 19e : Papa Macodou Diouf, 20e : Samba Ndiaye, 21e : Mbacké Sarr, 22e : Alioune Sarr, 23e : Ibrahima Hamidou Dème, 24e : Daouda Ndiaye, 25e : Cheikh Bamba Dièye... KAFUNEL.COM 43e : Adama Faye, 44e : Mohammadou, Madana Kane, 45e : Al Housseynou Ba, 46e : Mamadou Lamine Diallo, 47e : Mohammed B. Dionne, 48e : Alioune Kamara, 49e : Karim Wade, 50e : Babacar Diop, 51e : El Hadji Ibrahima Sall, 52e : Habib Sy, 53e : El Hadji Malick Gackou, 54e : Papa Momar Ngom, 55e : Thione Niang, 56e : Aly Ngouille Ndiaye, 57e : Serigne Guèye Diop, 58e : Assane Ka, 59e : Mamadou Diop, 60e : Souleymane Ndéné Ndiaye, 61e : Abdoul Mbaye KAFUNEL.COM Le contrôle des dossiers de parrainage a commencé ce samedi 30 décembre 2023 à 9 heures 30 mn selon Badio Camara. 🚨L'ordre de passage des 93 candidats pour la présidentielle de 2024* *pour la vérification des dossiers de parrainages*👇 → A LIRE AUSSI UCAD : La colère du président Macky Sall Le contrôle des dossiers de parrainage devrait se poursuivre jusqu'au 10 janvier 2024 Ordre de passage du contrôle des parrainages des 93 candidats pour la vérification des dossiers de parrainages OK Le candidat du pouvoir, Amadou Ba, qui représente la coalition Benno Bokk Yakaar (BBY), a quant à lui opté pour le parrainage des élus. Il a déclaré avoir obtenu le soutien de plus de 80% des députés, des maires et des conseillers départementaux du pays. Le contrôle des dossiers de parrainage devrait se poursuivre jusqu'au 10 janvier 2024. À l'issue de cette opération, la CNRV publiera la liste provisoire des candidats retenus pour le scrutin présidentiel. Les candidats écartés pourront alors introduire des recours devant le Conseil constitutionnel, qui aura la charge de publier la liste définitive des candidats au plus tard le 20 janvier 2024. Kafunel vous tiendra informé de toute évolution sur ce sujet crucial pour la démocratie sénégalaise.