Maung Tun Thu - Blood Desert

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``God lifted up his eyes and looked. The desert was transformed into a crimson sea, ever moving and ever moving.

The ever-shifting sands rise from towering sand dunes, billowing down into the hills, streams, and palm groves. The oasis, cool and refreshing with its springs, shelters a communications trailer and canvas tents where German engineers and their Libyan assistants live.

Sitting around the fireplaces, Bedouins from the Siwan tribe ate bread with goat's milk and butter and drank hot tea. Officers from the Sixteenth Tripoli Brigade sat on Soviet-style chairs, smoking French cigarettes and drinking black coffee.

At the far end of the oasis, a secluded tent made of black goatskin was surrounded and guarded by thirteen women in leopard-print uniforms armed with a variety of weapons.

Suddenly, the door of the tent opened and the most dangerous man in the world stepped out into the dawn light of the desert. He was dressed in a safari suit and big boots. His glasses shielded his eyes from the slowly rising sun, and a red scarf was tied around his head. The man of extraordinary character, the leader of the oil-rich men, smiled and greeted the female captain of his bodyguard. A few words. He pulled the prayer mat with one hand and crossed a shallow sandbank to climb a high sandbank.

When we reached the top of the sand dune, we stood still for a while, looking out towards the eastern horizon. The vast expanse of the sand dune did not match the vast expanse of the landscape, with its tall oil rigs dotted here and there. It was a grim sight. The orange flames of the excess natural gas were burning brightly.

Allah not only bestowed upon the people of Libya immense wealth, but also entrusted the wealth that Allah had so generously bestowed upon them with great faith and trust, to be taken care of and safeguarded by a man named Muammar al-Qaddafi.

Fate had chosen him to create a vast Islamic empire that stretched from the Atlantic Ocean across North Africa to the Red Sea, and then to Pakistan on the other side. So the son of a shepherd would lead all the Arabs to the city of Jerusalem. There, in great splendor and splendor, he would be proclaimed the savior of the entire Arab nation.

At that time, all the Jewish settlers in Palestine will be consumed by a terrible fire. All their cities will be reduced to ashes. All their people will be buried in ruins. The plans that have been laid out for twenty-one years will soon come to fruition. During these years of patient waiting, he has not been quiet and calm. He has supported and encouraged all the rebellions that have been taking place in forty-five countries. Thus he has provoked the fierce anger of the great Satan.

The Americans challenged him in the Gulf of Sidra. In April 1968, the Americans bombed Tripoli. The sound of the bomb killed his adopted son. In fact, the American bomb was intended for him. However, it did not harm him, but killed a child instead.

The Americans are a cowardly people who rely on modern weapons. However, as Allah has revealed, these heretics will one day suffer their revenge. Their sixth fleet will not be spared their destruction.

Their cities will be destroyed by the destruction of the earth. At that time, the world will clearly see a "great power" in North Africa, won't it?

The Atomic Research Center established in Tajrish will soon be able to produce advanced weapons containing fully enriched uranium, so he will not have to wait much longer. His investment in the Pakistani bomb will yield huge profits. The time to rejoice in this great achievement is now within his reach.

The Prince of Islam spread out his carpeted seat. He knelt on the seat and prayed facing Mecca, Saudi Arabia. After praying five times, he stood up and looked at the people waiting for him.

He turned to the German experts, nodded, and said goodbye.

Dr. Alois Brauner, a German rocket scientist with an elderly but alert face, climbed the steep sandy hill and addressed Gaddafi.

"Everything is ready. Let's make the announcement over the loudspeaker."

Gaddafi nodded and took off his glasses. As he reached for the binoculars around his neck, he noticed the sand rising in the desert air. He turned and saw a group of Tora people in white robes. They were standing on a sand dune adjacent to the one he was standing on, each with a camel. They were waiting to see the great fire that would appear in the sky.

Gaddafi waved to the chief of the Torah tribe. The chief raised his camel whip and waved.

They chose the launch date carefully. If the schedule hadn't changed as they had predicted, the KH-10 spy satellite launched by the United States would not have entered orbit above Jama.

As the alarm continued to blare from the loudspeaker, Gaddafi peered through his binoculars into the scorching desert.

The ground shook. A loud, piercing sound echoed from beneath the desert floor. A revolving door opened above the ground. A huge missile shot up from the pit. A long line of fire shot out from its tail, making a hissing sound. The German-designed ICBM rocket soared into the air. Then, it took on the Earth's gravity and soared toward the sky at a rapid pace.

Gaddafi watched the tail of the missile, which was shooting out a bright beam through a magnifying glass, until it disappeared from view. A few minutes later, an announcement came over the radio. It was announced that the missile had hit a dummy target six hundred miles east of the base, exactly as it had been aimed.

Gaddafi put down his binoculars and looked up at the sand dunes from a distance. The Torah people who had been standing on their camels earlier were no longer on the sand dunes.