That night, Abraham had dreamed of being summoned by King Suleiman. It was a local folklore, about the richest and most renowned royalty that used to rule the land. His palace was made of gold, and to travel to it, one had to endure agonizing uphill trip by foot. Nobody had ever seen his palace. But after his passing, a tomb was erected in his honor, on a hill where it was presumed his palace once stood. Abraham was born with a unique gift. At six years of age, he had a sixth sight – he could “see” things that normal human beings couldn’t see and he possessed healing powers which he practiced from the age of twelve, albeit inadvertently. To complement his abilities, his father had sent him to a shaman school in Indonesia to cultivate his special talents.
The day after the dream, Nadia had driven Abraham to the foothill where King Suleiman’s tomb was. He had instructed his wife to record his activity once uphill. It didn’t take long for Abraham to reach the tomb and as he laid down the rug to sit, his wife began recording on her mobile. The twenty minutes’ recording showed nothing out of the ordinary – just Abraham reciting the holy verses beside the tomb. But what actually took place was to Abraham’s knowledge only.
He was greeted by the King’s servants, and taken into the palace. It was an amazing sight. Floor to ceiling of gold and marble, with crystal ornaments and silk furnishings. As he walked admiring the sight before him, he was once more mesmerized by the King’s daughters – heavenly creatures, he thought, with beauty not possessed by any human beings. He was approached by the King himself and brought to what looked like his living area. “Abraham, I have only one question for you, son,” the King said, looking intently at Abraham. He could only nod. “Do you still have the small holy book of verses you were given when you were a child?”Abraham gulped. He stared with astonishment at the King and could only manage a nod. He gulped nervously, and said, “Yes, my Lord, I still do.” Nobody had any knowledge of the book.
The King nodded satisfactorily. “Very well,” he said. “Keep it safe. And in the meantime, I have something to tell you.” Abraham breathed in deeply as the King gestured for them to sit on the golden silk “In a few days to come, you will be approached by a woman, requesting for your help to heal her husband,” the King began. “You will do all necessary to nurse the man back to health. And this,” the King took a bronze box from the side table and handed it to Abraham who took it with both hands. “You will take this with you, in exchange for a portion required for the task. Please do not be tempted to open it.”
Abraham looked at the box in his hand and nodded his understanding to the King before him. After a while, he found himself outside again, still seated next to the tomb, on the rug he had laid earlier. Only this time, he had a bronze, square box with designs synonymous to the King’s era.
**to be continued**