Dawud Al-Dajjal: David The Deceiver

By James Titus

The Tyranny of Fate

Dawud al-Dajjal (David the Deceiver) describes how one very brilliant young man is able to garner local support, which soon grows into millions of supporters worldwide by merely suggesting the idea of a one-world government, which, in time, would be labeled the New World Order. Dawud graduated with a degree in political science from Columbia University at the age of seventeen. The name Dawud became known in every corner of the globe, causing upheaval between the one-world government or Dawud supporters and the traditional capitalists and/or dictators around the world. Civil wars became commonplace in nearly every country. Entire countries became no-fly zones. With the world on fire, Dawud eventually disappears as the earth disintegrates to ashes. Far-fetched? Maybe not! Who is Dawud? What is Dawud?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Apr 5, 2024
• ISBN: 9798891576575

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Dawud Al-Dajjal

David The Deceiver

James Titus

Copyright © 2024 James Titus

All rights reserved

First Edition

PAGE PUBLISHING

Conneaut Lake, PA

First originally published by Page Publishing 2024

ISBN 979-8-89157-624-7 (pbk)

ISBN 979-8-89157-657-5 (digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

The Tyranny of Fate

Chapter 2

One Stormy Night

Chapter 3

The Amazing Dawud

Chapter 4

The Decisive Moment of Truth

(September 11, 2001)

Chapter 5

The Ivy Leaguer

Chapter 6

Advancing the Message

Chapter 7

We Will Change the World!

Chapter 8

Getting Paid!

Chapter 9

No Turning Back

Chapter 10

The World Awaits

Chapter 11

Middle East to South America

Chapter 12

A World Divided

Chapter 13

A World on Fire

Chapter 14

It's Like Magic

Chapter 15

Turn the Page

About the Author

Chapter 1

The Tyranny of Fate

Dr. Ethan Sak, MD had a busy practice in Port Jefferson, New York, located on Long Island. Every morning at 9:00 a.m. sharp, the waiting room started filling up. Soon, the moans and groans began as the patients started glancing at their watches, wondering why it would take so long to get in to see the doctor. Most patients had been through every magazine the waiting room had to offer. Poor Julia, who managed the front desk, spent the better part of the mornings fielding complaints. By noon, she was ready to walk out the door, never to return. Yes, she always came back. Julia had been with Dr. Sak from day 1.

Dr. Sak needed to get away. He hadn't had a vacation since he opened his office in 1990. It was now December 1993. To say the least, his temper was getting short, especially with his staff. Even the patients brought it up to Julia about his temper. He finally decided it was time to get out of town, which would be a huge relief for his nursing crew who took direct orders from him daily. His mood swings were becoming so noticeable that two of his nurses threatened to quit but rescinded after the rumor that he was soon going on vacation. On Monday, December 20, Dr. Sak announced to his staff that at the end of the week, he was leaving on vacation for a month and that all his orders would be directed to Dr. Meadows starting Friday at 4:00 p.m. on the twenty-fourth, Christmas Eve.

Friday could not come soon enough for Dr. Sak or his staff. It is like many relationships, sometimes, you just need a little time apart. Dr. Sak is really a nice man and very caring, I might add. Okay, 50 percent of his patients love him, 25 percent said he has poor bedside manners, and the other 25 percent are looking for another physician. Not bad.

Dr. Sak is twenty-seven years old and single. What most would say, Who would marry him? He has never been married and has not any friends. He has no children. He never goes out to eat and has not been on a date since his early college years. He rarely allowed anyone inside his home unless, by chance, it was a colleague dropping off a report or document, which was a rare event. His colleagues tried their best to avoid him because they were fully aware of his cold personality.

Dr. Sak's closest friend is Trudy, his trusty black Lab whom he named after his mother's longtime nickname. Trudy was twelve years old and had developed a limp due to hip dysplasia, which is common in older dogs. Dr. Sak is having issues with the reality of having to let Trudy go before long.

Dr. Sak's colleagues drove Mercedes-Benz or BMWs or something in that price range. He drove a brown 1974 Oldsmobile that was collecting very classic rust. He did not believe in wasting money on a car. After he left his office at 4:00 p.m. every day, he would do rounds at the hospital to see his patients. The hospital parking lot had a section that was for physicians only, and security strictly enforced the rule. One evening, after doing rounds and walking out the hospital to his car, he noticed his car was hooked to a tow truck.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing?" he screamed.

Sir, this space is reserved for physicians only. You are illegally parked.

"I am a physician, you moron! The next time, I'll be sure and bring my Rolls-Royce!"

The tow truck driver apologized and set his car back down.

Happy Friday arrived, and the mood in the office was upbeat. Dr. Sak was in an unusually good mood because he was about to leave for Cairo, Egypt, to experience the pyramids, a lifelong dream. He was a history buff nerd, and the pyramids always fascinated him. His travel agent set up his entire schedule. His office staff were also in a good mood because they knew that they would be relieved of Dr. Sak's presence for a month. At the end of the day, he didn't even say goodbye to his staff. He just yelled to Julia Don't forget to lock up! as he headed out the door. Julia gave him a sarcastic salute.

His bags were packed as he waited impatiently for the cab to pick him up at home. He double-checked his itinerary that he kept in his coat pocket to make sure he did not forget anything. When the cab arrived, the driver got out and retrieved Dr. Sak's bags and placed them in the trunk. After arriving at the airport, Ethan offered two dollars as a tip, which was when the driver burned a little rubber on the way out, mumbling cheapskate.

The airport was busy as people were preparing to travel for the holidays. When Dr. Sak finally boarded the plane, he found his seat, then instantly pulled out his little cassette tape recorder and put on his earphones. He did this mainly so he didn't have to talk to anyone. He was listening to short stories by his favorite author, Nathaniel Hawthorne. A gentleman sat down in the seat next to Dr. Sak and introduced himself while offering a handshake, which was ignored by Ethan. Dr. Sak made it clear that he was not approachable at this time. The gentleman next to him was thinking it was going to be a long flight with no one to talk to.

As of 7:15 p.m., Dr. Sak was in the air and on his way to his first stop, which was Paris, France. Just the anticipation of soon being at the great pyramids, which he had studied for years by reading and viewing documentaries, was enough to keep him awake. Trudy was also on his mind. He left her at the kennel, which he had been using for years when he had to travel somewhere to attend a conference. He knew she was in capable hands but also was aware that she seemed extra sad when he dropped her off this time. During the flight, Ethan also thought about his mother who had to fend for herself since his father had passed away two years ago of a massive stroke. Soon after his passing, Ethan bought his mother a house that was in the same neighborhood where he lived.

His office and practice never crossed his mind. He did not even leave a number or itinerary for his staff in case of an emergency. He did have his beeper with him in case his mother or the kennel tried to contact him. Ethan made sure he called his mother every day to check on her. He would also make it a point to call the kennel once a week to check on Trudy.

Ethan landed in Paris around 9:00 a.m., 3:00 a.m. New York time. There was a layover that lasted about two hours at which time he found a quiet corner where he could have the minimal amount of human interaction as possible and reattached his earphones. At one point, someone approached him and was saying something that was unclear because Ethan turned the volume up louder when he saw the person coming.

Ethan checked his watch and saw it was time to board his next flight, which would be to Cairo. He found his seat on the plane at around 11:00 a.m. He quickly checked his itinerary, which was prepared by his travel agent. He wanted to make sure that when he landed in Cairo, there were no snags or holdups that might interfere with his tight schedule.

The four-hour flight to Cairo left ample time for reflection. He eased his seat back and put on his earphones but with zero volume. Ethan knew in his heart that he was not your everyday MD. He did not live a very lavish lifestyle as did most of his colleagues. He owned a humble home that went nicely with his humble car. He did not realize that polyester double-knit suits went out of style sometime in the eighties. He had every color. His favorite was the beige one with the large lapels along with his brown paisley tie that he always wore on Mondays. One thing that crept out of Ethan's mind during this time of reflection was the fact that the better part of his colleagues was either married, had significant others, or both. He always shrugged off any notion of having a significant other in his life. He liked keeping things simple. Witnessing colleagues being sued for divorce, shelling out enormous amounts of money, and watching the other woman getting rich as result of their lover's stupidity was all he needed to see. Looking after his mother and taking care of Trudy were all he wanted at this point in his life.

It was getting close to 4:00 p.m., and the plane was finally descending. The excitement began to build as Ethan removed his earphones and prepared to land. Before exiting the plane, he once again checked his itinerary. He was scheduled to meet someone named William in a black car waiting for him at the pick-up area who would take him to his hotel. There were six black cars parked in the pick-up area and, hopefully, only one William. After approaching each black car, Ethan eventually found William. William was very accommodating as he took Ethan's bags and carefully placed them all in the back seat of the 1978 Mercedes, which had a very heavy exhaust pouring out of the tailpipe. William knew he was driving an American doctor to the hotel, therefore expecting an exuberant gratuity at the end of the trip. Little did he know that Dr. Ethan Sak was the king of misers and that his 1978 Mercedes, emitting heavy black exhaust with an occasional backfire, was in better shape than Dr. Sak's 1974 Oldsmobile.

When they arrived at the three-star hotel in Giza, Egypt, which was not far outside Cairo, situated on the west bank of the Nile River. William parked the car and pulled all of Dr. Sak's bags from the back seat and set them on the sidewalk while patiently waiting for his tip. Ethan reached into his pocket and pulled out seventy-five pounds, which was roughly $4.79, and handed it to William. If looks could kill, Ethan would be a dead man. William snatched the money from Ethan's hand while grumbling something in Egyptian. He got back into his Mercedes, slammed the door, and hit the gas as his car sounded off a loud backfire, literally leaving Ethan in the dust.

"Hmmm, I wonder what his problem is," Ethan mumbled as he grabbed his bags and entered the hotel lobby to check in. The cost of the room was 390 EGP per night or roughly twenty-five US dollars. Ethan paid for a week in advance. He got his key from the clerk and noticed his room number was on the third floor. He had to carry his bags up three flights of stairs because there was no elevator. That was the hardest he had worked since the last time he changed the oil and the left rear tire on his 1974 Oldsmobile.

But first things first, Ethan needed to call his mother to let her know that he had arrived in Egypt and to wish her a Merry Christmas. Soon, Ethan reminded his mother that the phone bill for international calls was not cheap and even more expensive on the holidays.

Ethan's room was rather antiquated, complete with a rotary phone and a thirteen-inch television, which received two local stations only if the rabbit's ears were adjusted just right. The bathroom had a tiny shower, which had actual warm water only if you got up early enough. He wasn't planning on spending much time in his room anyway, only to sleep.

Ethan had a couple of days before his first tour of the pyramids was scheduled, according to his itinerary, so he had some time to relax and get to know the surroundings. After changing his clothes and loading up his backpack, he decided to go for a stroll around the neighborhood. First, he stopped at the front desk to ask where he could rent a scooter to get around and where the nearest shopping center might be. Ethan noticed that scooters seemed to be one of the primary modes of transportation. The clerk was helpful as he directed Ethan to the scooter rental place, a restaurant, and an outdoor market that resembled a large flea market. It appeared the clerk was expecting a possible tip from the American doctor in exchange for the valuable information as Ethan ignored the apparent insinuation and headed out the door. Ethan heard the clerk mumble something in Egyptian as he was walking away. He couldn't really understand what he said. He did understand the word American and thought the other word was fushah, whatever that meant.

The scooter rental place was around six blocks from the hotel. After renting his scooter, he decided to head to the outdoor market that the clerk was talking about. It was about a thirty-minute ride to the market, which was a challenge. With people constantly honking and yelling at one another, for a minute, Ethan thought he was back in New York. The most disturbing part to Ethan was that a great deal of the honking was directed at the scooters. Ethan tried his best to give cars all the room they needed so he could possibly avoid getting crushed. But, inevitably, one pissed-off driver charged up from behind, falling short of Ethan by maybe six inches, and yelled at him. Again, Ethan thought he heard the word fushah, which, by now, he knew couldn't be a term meaning I want to be your friend.

Ethan arrived at the market without incident and saw a place where he could park his scooter. He grabbed his backpack out of the side basket and started walking. He was wide-eyed as he strolled by the diverse types of store fronts. No cars or trucks were allowed, but he did see a few camels. He ran across a shop that sold handmade tents. He stood there for a minute while watching a tent maker busy at work, tediously applying his skills as perspective buyers watched as well. One of the tent makers came out and started arguing with one of the patrons. Ethan couldn't decipher what the spat was about, but it was obvious the patron wasn't happy about something as he was shaking his fist in the air.

Ethan continued down the long, unpaved road, which he guessed was about a half-mile long. He entered a section that was obviously a food court. The aroma reminded him that he was hungry. He approached one of the delis and carefully examined the menu, especially the costs. He found something called koshari, a popular Egyptian dish consisting of rice, lentils, macaroni, and a spicy tomato chili sauce. It was basically a vegetarian dish. Best part was it only cost about one American dollar. The other items, which had meat, cost around two American dollars. Ethan settled for koshari.

Ethan found a seat in the food court and watched the patrons walk by as he ate his koshari.

Not bad, Ethan said as he disposed of his paper dish and continued down the road.

Just ahead was a fruit and vegetable market. He decided to stop there, then head back to the hotel. It had been a long day for Ethan, and he was ready to pass out. As he approached the market, he couldn't help but notice a young lady carrying a large basket on her shoulder, which was probably filled with fruit. She was talking to various people about how good the crop was this year and urged them to buy fruit from her before they left. The closer he got to the market, the more intrigued he became with the young lady. She had long, black, wavy hair, dark eyes, and beautiful olive-colored skin. He watched as she interacted with the patrons. When she smiled, her dimples became a focal point, which was hard for Ethan to ignore. Her natural beauty was something to behold. He also noticed that she was possibly pregnant, which made him wonder why she was carrying around that big basket of fruit.

Ethan wasn't one who became mesmerized by an attractive woman. In fact, he tried his best to ignore such provocations, largely due to his lack of self-confidence perhaps. Something was different about this experience. He realized he was being drawn out of his element, which made him uncomfortable. It was as if something beyond the natural beauty of a woman was wrenching at his soul.

Ethan took a deep breath and gathered his thoughts. He decided to turn and head back to the hotel. As he was walking away, he looked back over his shoulder to give one last glance toward the young lady as if to say goodbye. Then something happened that sent shivers down his spine and froze him in his tracks. Their eyes met and remained locked in for a moment. It was as though they were the only ones on the street. Ethan put his head down and quickened his pace back to where his scooter was parked. He couldn't get out of there soon enough. By the time he reached his scooter, he was practically running.

When he finally reached the hotel, he noticed a few men sitting outside, talking and smoking what appeared to be homemade cigarettes of some kind. When he walked past the men, the chatter became whispers. Ethan heard the word American, so he knew they were talking about him. He also knew that he was probably the only American staying at such a seedy hotel. He eventually made it up the three flights of stairs and to his room. He closed the door behind him and went directly to his bed. He laid there on his back, staring up at the ceiling, rehashing all the events that had taken place at the market. The young lady seemed to own the moment as Ethan tried his best to steer his thoughts away from her. He kept visualizing the few haunting seconds when their eyes were locked into each other. It still gave him chills until he finally wrote it off as he was overthinking the entire ordeal.

When Ethan opened his eyes, it was morning. He was still wearing the same clothes he wore to the market. His feet hit the floor as he headed directly to the shower, leaving a trail of clothes along the way. The water pressure in the shower was more like drizzle. He had about five minutes before the water turned cold. After his shower, he turned the TV on to check the weather and saw that the high for the day was sixty-nine degrees, which was typical December weather for Egypt.

Ethan had a free day today to further explore the area.