Illusion triangle E-Book

Abdulaziz Salah Aldhahri

• Herausgeber: novum publishing
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 59

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

In a fortunate turn of events, destitute cousins Ryan and Bashar find themselves unexpectedly bequeathed a vast fortune. Eager to break free from their humble origins, they indulge in an extended holiday to revel in their newfound prosperity. After this, they conceive an audacious plan: to venture into the enigmatic depths of the Bermuda Triangle. As they traverse the mysterious region, their escapade unfolds like a modern-day odyssey as the duo find themselves thrust into a realm of intrigue and uncertainty. Amidst the unknown dangers and hidden treasures, they navigate through a realm where dreams intertwine with reality. Join Ryan and Bashar on an unforgettable voyage where the line between imagination and actuality blurs, promising thrills, discoveries, and unforeseen revelations.

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© 2024 novum publishing

ISBN print edition: 978-3-99146-647-5

ISBN e-book: 978-3-99146-648-2

Editor:Chris Beale

Cover photo: Oleksandr Malakov | Dreamstime.com

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Motivation

Cousins Ryan and Bashar, the poorest two young men in the neighbourhood, became rich.

Thus, after they became the heirs of a relative of theirs whom they had not heard of, who lived far from their country.

Fortune has flown on its wings from that far land and landed in the poorest houses in the city.

Although Ryan and Bashar are related, they are also friends and, more than that, they each have a soul that does not rest until seeing the face of the other.

So, as soon as they received the money, they decided together to take a world tour.

They took tourist tours to every beautiful country. They lived in luxury hotels, slept with beauties, tasted all colours and ate at all the world’s finest restaurants, drank expensive aged wines and partook in drugs of all kinds.

A few days after returning home from their trip, Ryan woke up from his sleep in the middle of the night, unusually frightened, so he got up from his bed and took turns in the hall talking to himself:

I do not think that the poor are the most miserable creation of God, and the reason is that the poor are always busy searching for things that bring happiness to their heart, and there are so many they are countless.

If he finds something, anything to eat, he will surely be the happiest person, and if luck smiles on him and he watches a movie of any kind or walks around a garden with a cup of coffee or ice cream in his hand, eats a piece of candy, wears shoes, new or even used clothes, etc. Surely, this makes him happy.

The phrase ‘etc., etc., etc.’ within the list of requirements of the poor is not haphazardly placed. Instead, it carries a message: that the components of the list contributing to the happiness of poor individuals are too numerous to be counted.

How fortunate this poor man is! He may die of hunger, cold, or even disease. Yes, this is possible, but he definitely has hope.

There is always hope. Of course, the poor man lives to the last drop of his life happy, and the reason is that he does not suffer from fear or anxiety.

Dangers and fears surround him. He lives it day and night until it becomes something normal, a part of his life.

So, the poor man dies according to the popular proverb: ‘He dies the death of our Lord’, unlike the rich.

Yes, the rich ‘die the death of our Lord’ also, but the difference is that death comes to the poor, while the rich may face death with their wealth and status still intact.

I say this out of experience, not theorising. Just a few days ago, I was on the list of the poor, and now I am on the list of the rich!

The important thing is that sometimes, as I pass through the cemetery, I envy those dead. I feel this feeling sometimes, and ‘sometimes’ means seven days a week.

While Ryan was walking in the hall, talking to himself, he stopped when he felt pain in his bladder. He rushed to the bathroom, and while he was urinating, he caught a glimpse of his face in the mirror; suddenly he shouted, ‘Bermuda Triangle’.

‘Yes, the Bermuda Triangle is the solution’, and he got out of the bathroom without closing the zipper of his pants while repeating, ‘Yes, the Bermuda Triangle is the solution’.

When he came to the middle of the hall, he started talking to himself again:

‘The Bermuda Triangle is a marine area located north of the Caribbean islands.

Much has been said about it.

Much has been written about it.

Many movies have been made because of it.

Select the triangle and its shape with imagination.

The strange thing is that its events are old, and we have not heard anything new about it.

Is it fact or myth?

Why did modern civilised man care about it?

Is it because it is mysterious, similar to the mystery of his present and future and occupies his present with it?

Or his nostalgia for the past and its legends?

Alternatively, is the reason emptiness, and he wanted anything, anything, to occupy his mind?

Moreover, he preferred to go on an endless road, perhaps his doing this would end his suffering and keep him busy day and night so that he would not think about things that disturb his peace and awaken him from his sleep.

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I must take this adventure. I must go to that triangle to find out whether it is fact or fiction.’

Penetrate his ribs, explore his depths, and dismantle his talismans.

Then I will become famous, my name will be repeated in every corner of the globe, and international news agencies will repeat it. Headlines will read:

‘Ryan discovered the secret of the mysterious Bermuda Triangle.’

Sure, the story ends so that lovers of mysteries and legends search for a new mystery or another legend as old as history.

It is a dream that I will pursue.

Moreover, while he was thinking about his dream, he heard a knock on the door, so he said in amazement, ‘Who is this? Who is knocking on my door at this late hour of the night?’

After hesitating, he hurried and opened the door, and there he was, face to face with his friend Bashar.

He said with joy, ‘Bashar, give me good news.’

Bashar said angrily, mocking me: The person who comes late at night has good news.

Ryan: So why did you come so late at night?

Bashar: After this long tour, something strange happened. Boredom leaked into my soul. I am tired of this life, no work, no goal. In fact, sometimes I think about suicide. I think it is the perfect solution to my problem.

Ryan: I am suffering like you. I think, my friend, the best solution is to find a goal or motivation, as Christopher Columbus did. I am sure, my friend, that Christopher was suffering from anxiety and fear as well as frustration.

Bashar: You want to discover a new continent?

If I lived in his time, I would not be disappointed, because everything during his time was available. Opportunities abounded, and life was simple and uncomplicated.

Look around you. There is no more space in this life or a site that has not been drained; history has been read previously and applied and the results have appeared, everything has ended, and you still look at history as a source?

The source, my friend, is over. You live in emptiness. Do you know what emptiness is?

Our life is like a plane whose engines have failed, so our dreams are like this plane that is about to fall.

Ryan: There are definitely undiscovered parts of this world.

Bashar: What do you say?!