The Blue Elephant Page #9

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Clean yourself and wash with salt.

Salt is pure, will purify you.

Salt keeps away the copulating demon...

Burns it...

Baffles it...

And kills it...

This shirt is your best protection.

It has the name of God. Embroidered.

Protected by 9 digits.

That can not be read nor

interpreted by any demon.

To arouse you, if it knocks you out.

And brings the help of a

protector to assist you.

Digits that will close

a shelter around you

that can not be opened by

any type of weapon

nor by Satan, using

whatever type of key

nor by Nael the copulating demon.

Get out of my face

you and your stupid shirt.

It won't leave you

before it takes away

your most precious belongings.

The shirt!

The shirt!

The shirt!

Yehia!

Are you ok?

Are you worried about me?!

How long have I been out?

I don't know, but it's

almost morning, now.

I couldn't leave you.

On the 25th

they arrested a woman who stole

some stuff from the bathroom.

And they hanged her on Bab Zuweila

(One of Cairo's old gates)

On Wednesday, the 7th

a man called Al Ma'moon

killed his wife.

A couple of days later

he cut off his own arm

out of remorse for killing her.

He was admitted to "Kalaoon Hospital"

for the insane.

Then, what I saw has actually happened.

It is mentioned in Aljabarti's

book that we found.

What have you seen exactly, Yehia?

I saw an identical life to Sherif's

but in another time.

The Shirt...

Al Ma'moon...

And all of what's mentioned here in detail.

I am not sick.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

One second.

I am doctor Yehia, from "8 west".

Of course, I know you, Dr. Yehia.

I am Mervat, responsible

for the females ward.

Where is uncle Sayed?

Uncle Sayed, the one always sitting

in that house, or by the tree.

Uncle Sayed, the tailor...

He died 4 years ago.

This tree fell on him.

He always loved sitting here.

Hi...

I hope you aren't upset from last time.

Hi.

First...

No matter how much you scream

nobody will hear you.

The door is locked outside.

Second...

The wimp working with you is lying on the

bathroom floor and wouldn't hear you anyway.

Third...

If you make any move

I will break you arm.

What do you want?

Take whatever you want.

I am not here to rob you.

One question...

Are you the one who

gave Basma the tattoo?

I dealt with Sherif

not with his wife.

I didn't say that she

is his wife, you lying whore.

What tattoo did you give her?

A flower.

Bring the book from which you drew.

I don't remember.

Bring the book...get up!

There!

Bring it!

A sinful talisman!

Sorcery!

This was not supposed to happen.

Everytime it went just fine.

But this time, it turned very differently.

The whole story is a

tattoo that is drawn...

And a spell that is read out loud.

And gets eaten by a dog.

Isn't it so?

You dirty whore!

Continue.

Basma came to me...

And told me that she was

in conflict with her husband.

He was sick of her.

And demons can do what Viagra can not.

It comes...

And takes possession of the man.

And sleeps with his wife.

And no one can ever know.

And everyone is happy in the morning.

Oh my God...

This is how it goes.

When sexual pleasure is achieved...

Life goes on.

If there is no sexual pleasure...

We keep accusing each other...

Coldness and weakness.

And keep hurting each

other with dull knives.

What about the dog?

The dog that eats the spell

gets locked in the bathroom.

For one week, till I make sure

that the woman is fine.

And then I poison it.

As soon as it dies...

Everything goes back to normal.

But this time, you didn't kill the dog?

No.

The dog died of its own.

I thought it was over.

But in Basma's case, it was something else.

Something that can not be dismissed.

Something that I have never seen before.

I understood the science of

converting letters to numbers.

It is called Alawfa' (Numerology).

Each letter has an equivalent number.

And the meaning of the word

when it is converted to numbers

and is written in boxes

the number acquires power.

A hidden energy through which

demons can be harnessed.

A calcaulation that can either protect

and would be called a veil.

Or destroy and would be

called a curse.

And this was the case

with Sherif and Basma.

The shirt always had the numbers

protecting from Nael the copulating demon.

The numbers translate to God's

name, The Protector.

The only protection name

able to stop Nael.

As for each demon, there is a name

that weakens and expels it.

Sherif was asking for it.

And Nael was distracting me

trying to make me burn the shirt.

Open.

Sherif!

Sherif!

Yehia!

I am dying.

No, you won't die, Sherif.

No one will.

Don't ever give up.

Help me.

What, Yehia?!

Are you going to prevent me from

killing him, using a pen.

The shirt, Sherif!

What is this?, what happened?

Wasn't I supposed to burn?

I haven't seen this shirt

since a long time.

You remind me of

school kids, Yehia.

That always go to the principal

when they get into trouble.

The highest rank!

He is never able to protect them.

Put the shirt on you son

you might catch a cold.

Seriously, Yehia!

Seriously!

Sorcery and witchcraft!

Is this how it ends for you?

You are the last person I would imagine

following these superstitions.

Shame on you!

We are doctors!, for God's sake!

What would the hospital

say about this now?

We are encouraging ignorance.

Instead of encouraging science.

All of this because I tried to make you

see yourself more clearly!

The shirt!

Get out of my head!

Instead of thanking me!

Thanking you?!

I said what you couldn't say.

Freed your imaginations.

That you were hiding.

Without me

would you've gained back your confidence?

Would you've gained back Lobna?

Unfortunately, all of what

you are doing will change nothing.

Can this bring back your daughter?

What a poor kid!

Of course you are thinking

she is in heaven now.

You should have seen

how she/it looks like.

Who?

Heaven.

It has everything you can imagine.

But it's boring.

The real life...

is here.

Action!

Sherif!

My name is...

NA'EL!

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"The Protector"

Sherif!

Sherif!

You are the one who sent the letter...

Right?

I used to lose consciousness...

for days.

And then wake up...

To find everything has changed.

Then I thought about you.

Despite all of what

happened between us...

I knew...

that you would never give up on me.

Nor on Lobna.

"8 west" final report showed

that Sherif might not have been

responsible for the crime he commited.

Doubt tipped the scales in his favor.

He was admitted to "Al Khankah Hospital".

To be treated till he becomes sane again.

And he might go out.

Life granted me another chance.

I became a new person

after this experience.

A person prepared for life.

And left a whole world behind me.

And asked for forgiveness.

But the difference between reality

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