The Future of Princess Sabina
Chapter 11: Suicide Bomber.

The following day, I woke up refreshed. The sun was shining, and the winter breeze came in through my window as I opened it. After breakfast, I set out to explore Jerusalem on foot. While most guidebooks highly recommend guided tours in bulletproof vehicles, I feel that I do not want to give in to fear. In addition, I was looking for clues about the existence of the Zeto Crystal, and I believed that my common sense would be more accustomed to finding it, if I were out in the open, he said, slowly walk around the city. But Jerusalem is great, so where will I begin m y seeker ? Since it was Saturday , and I was under surveillance by the government, the natural choice would be to go to the Western Wall to pray.

I do not like to pray to gods, follow certain rituals, and gather in certain buildings. I see this only as a symptom of human pride, to worship the gods, created by man, for man. The True Creator is everywhere, it is the universe, and every place is as good as any other to connect with. What matters is the mindset of the individual, not the location and rituals.

Putting aside my own preferences, I approached the wall, and I felt something magical. Could the Zeto Crystal be nearby? Suddenly, the sensation was blunted by another feeling. Strong feelings of danger and fear. I turned around, and I saw a young man, my age. His face was solemn, and he chanted his prayers, but this was just a mask. This man is here to hurt himself and others. I touched the man's hand to better read his emotional state, and to find out who this freak was.

Yussuf is a seventeen-year-old Palestinian man who struggles with major depression. Unfortunately, instead of seeking help to overcome her problems, she instead encounters bad people. The man who will manipulate it, to kill himself and others, so that the vicious cycle of hatred, fear, and continuing paranoia can continue. Although I did not come to Jerusalem to save individuals, I had to save Yussuf from himself. I live, and the lives of many others, depends on it.

I grabbed her hand tightly to create a telepathic link. I didn't say anything. Partly because it would be difficult to talk to him with all the noise around us . But also, because I don't want to arouse panic in the people around me. If the devotees knew about the suicide bombers among them, they would flee in panic, and in the ensuing stampede, people could be injured, or even die.

"Don't do that . There is still hope ! " I communicated with Yussuf telepathically. Yussuf looked at me in admiration and replied. " Who are you? How did you get into my mind? "

“That's no problem. The important thing is everyone here can go home unharmed, and I can help you build a better life. ” I reply

I saw tears streaming down Yussuf's cheeks, and he replied telepathically. “I believe you, but it's too late. I've activated the bomb when you contact me ! ”

The shockwave from the bomb knocked me unconscious, and my mind was transferred to the Divine Dimension. There I saw the True Maker, taking the form of my first mother, Keila Eisenstein. He spoke in an urgent voice, “Sabina! You must be careful. You can't fall here. Wake up!"

I woke up, and I studied the carnage around me. My head was pounding, my ears were ringing, my eyes were blinded by the flash, and I was covered in blood. How badly hurt is I?

I stood up and concluded that I was not hurt. But dead and wounded people covered the ground around me, and I could hear people screaming in pain and fear. I desperately needed to find inner peace, so I walked towards the hotel to take a pure bath. I arrived at the hotel room and entered the bathroom . The warm water washed away the blood, and shock and terror slowly receded from my body. I had no time to find inner peace, as heavily armed police raided the room not long after, taking me with them.