Apocalyptic Kingdom

Michael Kelley

Description

As the Great Tribulation draws near, Zonera reckons with her new-found faith and embarks on a journey of self-discovery, survival, and redemption.

Will she muster enough hope to succeed?

Zonera, a twenty-one-year-old Pakistani woman, sits in a sterile fertility clinic and dreads the events that will happen next.

She's seven months pregnant, wrestling with school, wife duties, and the anxiety of her baby's gender.

If it's a boy, not only will her harsh and forbidding husband, Akeem, be pleased, but she might also be able to breathe a little lighter.

There is no place for a little girl in the cruel world she lives in. The way she's been treated by Akeem and everyone else around her weighs heavy on her heart.

It has to be a boy, she allows herself to hope amid the buzzing in her mind thanks to the mysterious man in the waiting room with her.

What she doesn't realize is that this man, with his wrinkled eyes and benevolent reassurances, will signal what's to come... for her and for the rest of mankind.

Confused, she tries to make sense of the man's presence with her OBGYN, Dr. Liu – a kind and gentle Christian woman who, ironically, found safety in a Muslim community.

Now curious, Zonera opens up to Dr. Liu about her worries and the latter returns the favor by sharing her faith. For some reason, Zonera gets a strange sense of hope for better things to come.

But, her reverie is cut short as a series of bewildering events starts taking place. Now, Zonera is forced to reckon with what's happening in front of her and tries to make sense of it all.

Is this the beginning of the end?

Find out for yourself in "Apocalyptic Kingdom"!

If you're looking for a captivating Christian apocalyptic read with a refreshing twist, then get ready to meet your next favorite book!

Sujets

• Science-Fiction
• Toute la Science-Fiction
• Musulmán
• Musulman
• Islam
• Fiction
• Science Fiction
• Apocalyptic
• Post-Apocalyptic

Informations

• Publié par: eBookIt.com
• Date de parution: 01 mai 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781456640644
• Langue: English

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Table of Contents
Preface
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Afterword
 
Preface
 
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As I have said before in my first 3 GAP Books, (paste this link into your browser or click on it if you are reading this as an eBook: https://a.co/d/8EZWyYg ):
“ Earth was supposed to be the perfect world, the first heaven, full of life and with man created out of the earth, whose purpose was to live joyfully and peacefully while worshiping God. ”
The Apostles of Christ, John and Matthew, had foretold what would become of earth nearly two-thousand years ago because Satan had infiltrated our world. He had been there then, and he is right here now.
Should make us all worry. But not really worry, just force our hand and have us to make a choice – either be for God or be for the Antichrist.
It ’ s happening whether we like it or not … which side do you choose?
 
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Prologue
 
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Two women shall be grinding at the mill; the one shall be taken, and the other left. (Matthew 24:41). 1
Earth was supposed to be the perfect world, however before God created earth, according to His plan, He would first create three billion Bene-Elohim , Sons of God, who were to be subordinate angels, and who were to be ruled over by three Archangels. Each Archangel would have under his command one billion of the Bene-Elohim, and each soul would have its perfect place in the order Abba had intended. There would be Messenger Archangel Gabriel, the Warrior Archangel Michael, and finally, Worshiper Archangel Lucifer.
And after having created these sons of God, Abba would have the idea to create the first heaven called earth, where he would put man. The angels would remain in their heaven, now called second heaven. God The Father (Abba), God the Son (Yeshua), God the Spirit (Eliezer), would remain in the Most-High place, or third heaven.
All would go very well, according to Abba ’ s idea - after all, the angels were Bene-Elohim , sons of God, whose sole purpose was to love, honor, and respect Abba, Yeshua, and Eliezer, and to accept their places along with the decisions of the Triune Elohim.
Abba saw it all and it was good, and his plans for earth, along with creating man in His own image, was exciting. He would have far many more souls to love. The angels could not be replaced, and nor should they have any qualms. Gabriel and Michael lauded Abba ’ s decisions. All was fine and upright amongst the archangels and the three billion subordinate angels.
Until one of the archangels rebelled … .
Lucifer soon became Satan and Abba would have to send his Son to save mankind from Satan ’ s influence. Over time, as it had been foretold by God for all eternity, man became stiff-necked and stubborn, egotistical, and vain, narcissistic and worldly. They would not listen, and they would turn away from the lessons for their own salvation which Yeshua had taught them.
Now Mankind is at the end of their story upon the face of the Earth – or what was originally First Heaven, as it should have been all along … . Now we are all faced with a certain expiration date and what we do and think right at this very moment in time will determine our place in the afterlife. Suffering is coming either way, whether or not you believe in God. So, my dear reader, open your eyes, read, and help to sort out your place in the future … .
It is the only real mission left for you!
 
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Chapter One
 
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The morning sun rose just high enough to give a rosy glow to the gray fog settled over the city of Lahore. Zonera, a young Pakistani woman of twenty-one, seven months pregnant and dressed in a modest crimson robe and matching headscarf, sat in the tiny waiting room of the Women's Fertility Clinic at the Zaib Medical Center in the center of the city. From there, she cast her eyes out of the second-story window to avoid looking at the older man reading his newspaper a few chairs down from her. Outside at street level, two women on the sidewalk below threw the canvas cover off of their food cart, and from a wheelbarrow they began to unload their ingredients. From the nearby Al-Quds Mosque, a man's voice wailed out the Muslim call to prayer, echoing its fervent song on a crackling speaker throughout the quiet alleyways. Although the world outside of the floor-to-ceiling pane glass was shrouded in a tranquil calm as the streets slowly came to life, the events of Zonera's morning seemed determined to ensure that her sense of peace was completely compromised.
First there was the pointless argument with her husband Akeem. At the last minute, he had decided that her appointment wasn't important enough, and he refused to call her a taxi. “ There ’ s no sense going for a check-up. The baby boy is just fine, ” he had grumbled at her when she awoke him before dawn for help, and Zonera had cried, collapsing, and sobbing on the dusty wooden floor of their humble village home. She had wept at her husband's bare feet, grasping at his ankles, and with her tears she had softened his heart. He furrowed his thick, black eyebrows with a mixture of anger and pain, then picking up the phone, he began to dial the taxi service. "Fine, but just go and come straight back," he had barked at her as he brusquely pulled his foot away from her huddled form. "And do not talk to any men, or else." Akeem's cold, dark eyes still reflected back at her from within the memory, filling her with anxiety. It was as though he became angrier and rougher towards Zonera as she grew closer to the delivery of their first child. Wasn't it supposed to be the opposite? She promised to avoid any men she encountered, and so he had relented and let her go.
But it didn't take long for another man to add to the difficulty of her morning. The taxi driver made no effort to disguise his glare as she emerged from her doorway, and from the moment Zonera sat inside the little white Suzuki, she felt totally unwelcome. The only words he had spoken to her were, “ They didn't tell me a woman would be coming alone, ” and with a disgusted scoff he turned up the radio to drown out any answer she might give. For nearly an hour, the tiny taxi heaved violently from side to side as its driver, careless or oblivious to the damage he was doing to his car's suspension, flew full speed down the simple dirt road leading from the humble village of Bukkanwal into the city. As Zonera tried to hold herself still by grabbing onto the overhead handle with one hand, clutching tightly to her swollen belly with her other hand, she wondered how she would ever raise a child in such a calloused world. Zonera didn't pray, but for the entire hour she meditated on her wish that her unborn child would be a boy, that she would never have a daughter in a world that treated women this way.
Ishmael. That's what Akeem said the child's name must be. Ishmael Tarar, after Akeem's father, a hard man, traditional in his patriarchal ways, cruel to his wife and to his sons, and though she felt guilty to think about it, Zonera was glad he had died. Still, his ghost haunted Akeem, darkening his countenance over the years, and he had become more and more like the old man. It was as though the will of the father worked through the son, and so Zonera didn't dare push back on the name, regardless of how she felt. She liked the name Abraham, but that was her secret.
The women from the food cart outside had finally gotten their chickpeas to a boil, and they laughed and talked to one another as the older of the two stirred the golden mixture with a great silver ladle. As though she could feel Zonera's eyes upon her, her circular motions slowly stopped, and her eyes suddenly darted up towards the window. As they met each other's stares, the woman on the street raised her eyebrows, and Zonera quickly looked away and back into the waiting room. The man was still there. The receptionist booking her appointment on the phone had been adamant that no men were allowed at the facility, and yet here he was, she thought.
Zonera guessed that he looked like a Sikh, with a great white turban on his head, and a deep blue robe wrapped around his thin frame. His friendly wrinkles and gray beard aged him somewhere between fifty and sixty, and the fingernails on his dark hands were exceptionally bright and polished. As Zonera watched him, he deftly flipped the newspaper to the next page and squinted at the article through his black framed glasses with just the slightest rustling sound. The rest of the room was medically austere, with white tiled floors, white painted walls, and a white foam ceiling with bright white neon tube lighting. The chairs they sat upon were even white plastic, and as Zonera took in the entire sight, her eyes grew tired and she closed them, lapsing back into her memories again.
She thought back to her simple childhood, remembering the beautiful stonework of Turtuk, her village on the Indian-Pakistani border, a pristine place in which she was born and where she lived until she was fifteen years old. That was when a group of soldiers from Pakistan had come in the night, storming into the village, and demanding that her family let them into their homes for shelter. The people of Zonera's village were naturally kind and open-hearted, so they had offered no resistance and generously housed and fed the men. Akeem had been with the soldiers, a young and fit infantryman back then, with a proud handlebar mustache and a grin that spoke of both bravery and cruelty. Turtuk had belonged to India since 1971, and Zonera's father had raised his daughters on stories from his own childhood in the midst of the conflicts, where soldiers from either side would come into the village and take what they wanted, beating, or even sometimes killing those who stood in their way. Everyone knew that the Pakistani soldiers weren