Saturday, February 11, 2012


Assalamualaikum and Hi again to all my readers.

Here's the next chapter of my upcoming novel. I would be grateful if anyone could point out my grammar mistakes. Just copy and paste the paragraph with grammatical mistakes in the Comments section together with your correction.

Selected comments will be included in the novel itself.

Now, I must put forward in advance that not everything in the novel is based on the true events. Because the intention was to promote an idea about Illuminati in Malaysia, then I have no choice but to fictionalized 25% of the stories to keep your interest. This chapter is an example of such fiction.

However, the rest 75% was either true or based on the true story. The story about how Fatimah died in Chapter 7 is within that 75% eventhough I did changed the name and the venue where she took her last breath.

Enjoy the story and Chapter 9 will entails some very interesting information about the Luciferians.

Update: Akkuzio helps out with grammar correction today (12/02/2012).. HURRAAAHHH!
Update: Miss.HH also helps improving the wordings today (12/02/2012).. YIPPEEEE!


Grammar Correction by Akkuzio on 12 February 2012 14:59
Additional suggestion by Miss.HH on 12 February 2012 22:25

It’s 10.30 am, and I was standing on a yard outside a wooden house where Fatimah’s family lives.

It’s my first time being in Kedah, and so far I think visit is okay but nothing fancy.. maybe the average first impression was caused by the hotel I’m staying in.

For reasons which only God and my taxi driver knew, of all the good places I can afford in Kedah, I ended up renting a room at a budget hotel - Flora Inn. Don’t get me wrong, the hotel was.. errr … okay I guess. It’s been awhile since I last seen a toilet where you have to squat!.

Maybe God was punishing me for receiving payment from the Jesuits, or maybe it’s because I was looking shabby when I boarded the flight to Langkawi on my way to Kedah. I was merely wearing my favorite t-shirt and a khaki trouser during my first visit to this island. When the taxi driver asked me where I would like to go, I merely told him to drive me to any hotel in Kedah with the biggest room.

Usually, the words `the biggest room’ would properly convey my wishes that I was looking for the most expensive hotel around. But for the old fellow behind the steering, he was probably looking at my shabby clothes and figured that I’m a budget traveller, so he took me to this budget hotel with a large room originally built as apartments.

I made a mental note of googling the Internet tonight. I might be a shabby looking guy, but for now I’m too rich to stay in any budget hotel regardless of how good the service might be.

Oh.. and speaking of rich, there was five million ringgit in my accounts right now. Miss Pang, abide by my request to deposit RM816,666.00 to each of my six savings accounts (Maybank, CIMB, Bank Islam, Standard Chartered, Public Bank and Alliance Bank) while the remaining RM100,000.00 is paid cash to cover my initial expenses. I just discovered that a thousand notes of RM100 was quite handful to put in my wallet, hence I only carried 40 notes in my wallet while the rest was tucked somewhere in my beg pack.

A week ago, I decided to take the job offered by Miss Pang, since I figured it would not hurt anyone or led to any major sin. Furthermore, what I’m going to do was quite a win-win situation for all parties involved.

My task was straightforward yet harmless. The ultimate goal was to meet with Fatimah’s family and persuades them not to litigate the matter. It turned out that Fatimah has younger sisters and one of them had written a letter to the hotel demanding explanation on Fatimah's death. Because Fatimah had died due to unknown causes less than 24 hours after she was admitted to the hospital, her death had been classified as ‘sudden death’ and the police got involved. No thanks to Miss Pang’s presence at the Hospital that morning, the hospital knew who Fatimah’s employer were and the police waste no time of paying a visit to the hotel management. Within a short period of time, the police managed to contact Fatimah’s family and notified them of her death.

By now Robert was already missing and no one knew of his whereabouts. The hotel management had no choice but to inform the police that according to their records Fatimah was last seen accompanying Robert on a working trip to Jerejak Island (no one knew about the Pang’s involvement within 24 hours before her death). So the police began their manhunt for Robert.

One thing led to another and a week later Fatimah’s sister had written a letter to the hotel management demanding details of Fatimah’s last working trip with Robert. So far her letter was polite but the Pangs smelled litigation on its way. The Pangs were not worried about paying hefty compensation to Fatimah’s family for death occurred during employment. What the Pangs main concern was for the possibility that the litigation might reveal their role in Fatimah’s apostasy.

At this point when I re-evaluate Miss Pang’s instruction, I began to sense that there’s something she was not telling me. When I reconsider the story, I knew that there could be no way that Fatimah death could jeopardize the hotel’s reputation. Even if Fatimah’s family hurled allegation that the Fatimah’s had died apostate, such allegation has no bearing whatsoever from a civil point of view. In fact, in the court's papers the best they can throw was saying that Fatimah had died while on duty and seek monetary compensation for it. If that happens The Pangs were more than eager to sign a big fat cheque in order to sweep this issue under the carpet.

But for whatever reason she was not telling me, Miss Pang wanted me to stop the fire long before the spark was ignited. I sensed her urgency of wanting this rumour to die out, a rumors which according to her, was now circulating around about Fatimah dying as infidel.

It turned out that something had happened during Fatimah’s funeral that had started the people talking. Bearing in mind that she kicked her mother out of her house when she was 25 and died at the age of 35, thus 10 years had passed in between these two events. By the time she died, both of her parents have passed away. Despite her sister’s plea for her to return home to visit their dying parent (no one in her family knew Fatimah was an apostate), Fatimah simply refused to make the final visit.

At the time of her death, Fatimah’s only surviving next of kin were her sisters Syafiqah and Harnita. When Syafiqa went to the hospital, only she can closed Fatimah’s dead eyes. Syafiqah didn’t bring Harnita to the morgue. Harnita was instead told to go to Fatimah’s house and collect all her belongings.

But that’s not all. At home in the village the corpse mysteriously gained weight when she was about to be lifted and brought to the graveyard. Not even the biggest guy amongst the crowd could lift her up. The situation was chaotic enough that an ustaz emerged amongst the crowd to offer his advice. Upon seeing the corpse himself, the ustaz called Harnita and forced her to reveal a secret. Sobbing, the youngest sister confessed that she had found in Fatimah’s house pictures of Jesus framed on the wall, several cross and a bible on Fatimah's bed.

Totally stumped by the discovery, Harnita hid her discovery from Syafiqah to protect her dead sister’s reputation. The ustaz then told the sisters that all those items must not be in the house of any Muslims. So Harnita was ordered to bring out the bag where all those items were hidden and gasoline was poured over it before it was torched and burnt.

It’s hard to imagine the devastation felt by the sisters. Both sisters were hugging each other and wailing in despair and humiliation. Despite the good intention of the ustaz to burn the items at a secluded area behind the house, the sound of the wailing makes it impossible not to attract attention from visitors who gathered at the front.

To make the story short, the crowd were only able to lift Fatimah’s body after all her items turned to ashes. No thanks to the unfolding drama, the burial only completed at 5.12pm, a very late burial indeed.

There’s not much information made available to me on Fatimah’s sisters but I do know that up to a month ago Syafiqah was holding a teaching job at a primary school in Alor Setar, Kedah. She resigned after the death of her parent and went back to stay with the family in the village at Kuala Ketil, Kedah..

She's the one I was trying to persuade today.

The goal was to persuade the family to forget and forgive but Miss Pang was already thought that the chance of that ever happening was merely 10%. Her pessimism was actually realistic when taken into account the Malay’s sensitivity when it comes to religion.

Therefore there’s a backup plan in place should my meeting with Syafiqah today ended with disappointment.

From the information given to me, I know that Syafiqah's came from a working class family. Before their death, her dad was a retired teacher of the nearby Primary School while her mom used to operate a 'warung' (small restaurant). I wasn't sure why Syafiqah resigned from her previous employment as a teacher. I just assumed she had no choice but to return to the village since her parents passed on. After all, it is just Syafiqah and her youngest 17 year old sister, Harnita whom she needed to look after.

With such a basic information, I knew that Syafiqah will have no financial means to travel far in order to investigate her sister's death. That explained why she wrote to the hotel herself instead of hiring a lawyer to issue a threatening letter of demand.

Her financial difficulties gave me a huge advantage. Unlike her, I was armed with five million ringgit at my disposal. Therefore should she rejected my proposal for an amicable settlement, I will immediately traveled to Penang to bribe some witnesses in order to defeat Syafiqah's attempt of ever finding the truth about her late sister. Unlike Syafiqah who was still in the dark about her sister’s last trip to Jerejak Island, I already knew that there were three witnesses and I have their addresses. With such a huge sum of money available at my disposal, I already did my maths and I believe a bribe of RM250,000 per person should be enough to make them signed an affidavit denying everything. With them under my payout, there would be no trails of good evidence and the cover up would be completed.

I know what I was about to do was wrong. But I planned to pay Syafiqah's RM250,000 anyway as compensation. I figured that once I secured false evidence from the material witnesses then the Pang will have nothing to worry about.

Today I will try to offer Syafiqah a hefty RM950,000 as settlement money. If she refuse then I’ll go to Penang tomorrow and do my bribing, Once this is settled, all I have to do is knock the door again and just gave Syafiqah or Harnita a a cheque for a lesser some of RM250,000 on a pretext that the money was some sort of employee insurance money. If they still refuse, then I’ll deposit the money into Syafiqah’s BSN bank account without her knowledge. How Miss Pang was able to find out Syafiqah’s account numbers is something I will ask Miss Pang later.

Overall, paying four people RM250,000 each will still leave me with 4 million Ringgit to pocket. I’m not here to brag, but I do think that was a wickedly brilliant plan.

I was standing in the yard of this large wooden house and I wondered how on earth a girl like Fatimah could have ended dead in Penang with her tongue protruding black. Simply being here told me that she was.. at least used to be a typical village girl.. I mean, this village I’m in is as traditional as in the movies with coconuts trees and paddy field still around. Lucky for me that Miss Pang also had provided me with the GPS location of Fatimah’s house (that’s also something I will definitely ask Miss Pang later) or otherwise I could spend the whole day driving my rental car and would never be able to find this place out.

“Assalamualaikum! Are you looking for someone?”

Opocot! I was jumping aside in surprise of hearing a lady’s voice behind me. Where the hell did she came from? I turned 180 degrees and came face to face with this beautiful young girl whom I immediately knew as my target of today. Syafiqa stood there staring at me with a big question mark on her face.

“Err.. Walaikumsalam... Miss Syafiqa right? My apology for the intrusion but I came here to meet you”

I knew immediately I made a huuugee blunder there!

“O yeah!? And who are you and how do you know my name?”

Syafiqah was now staring at me menacingly. Even more menacing, her left eyebrow cocked down while the right one went up. It should be funny I guess, but at that moment I was scared shit of seeing that eyebrow. I've seen eyebrow like that somewhere but couldn't remember where.

Then I noticed the long sleeve t-shirt she was wearing. Printed across the front was a face of a famous WWF Wrestler Dwayne Johnson and the words:-


Yup, standing in front of me was the Rock's fan and she's doing a perfect impersonation of the Rock's famous eyebrow. With that menacing eyebrow on her forehead, in my imagination I could almost hear the Rock's music theme in the air.

(Wikipedia: Dwayne Douglas Johnson (born May 2, 1972), also known by his ring name The Rock, is an American actor and professional wrestler who is signed to WWE, appearing on the Raw brand. He is often credited as Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson".)

I was stumped for a second but I know I need to come up with something convincing quickly. Nothing to worry about! I was telling myself, I would lie and she would believe my cover story. Lying to her certainly would be easier than lying to a High Court Judge in murder case.

The Rock's fan did the eyebrow thing again. Oh man.. I better gave her something before she started calling me 'Jabroni' and send my 'Candy Ass' to the 'Smack Down Hotel' (you have to be a fan of the Rock to understand some of The Rock's famous words. I suggest you utilize Youtube now).

"I'm Muhammad. I'm representing the hotel where your sister used to work"

Great! There goes my grand plan to lie.

"It doesn't matter to me what's your name are. What do you want?" the Rock's fan voice still flat.

I decided to adopt the strategy of telling half true and half a lie.

"I'm here to discuss about the letter you've sent to the management a month ago. I have read your late sister's resumee and she stated there that she had two other siblings and the youngest is still a teenager. I just assumed you're Shafiqah because you certainly don’t look young enough to be a teenager".

I wait for her to say something but nothing came out from her. I do sensed that she's not exactly exhibiting hostility. Cautious maybe.

She was now moving toward the shade under the nearby mango tree where where was a tree trunk big enough for her to sit. I now noticed that she's holding a grocery bag with her right hand. There was also an old scooter nearby. She must have been returning from the nearby store when she found me standing on the yard a moment ago.

"Miss Syafiqah, I come in good faith to express the management condolences on your sister's demise. Can we talk about your letter inside?" i just said that to see if she would invite me into the house. I was curious because the house sounded awfully quite.

"My sister is out of town for the moment. it's just me here so forgive me for not inviting you in. This is a kampung (village) so I don't want the neighbors to start gossiping. we can talk here". She was cute, yet stern. That's sexy in its own way.

"Fair enough" I said and continued "The management offers their deepest sympathy and traditionally will financially assist famil..."

She interrupted me and said "It doesn't matter what you're here for! I just want to know what was my sister doing in Jerejak island before she died. That's what I asked in my letter to your management, remember?"

I inhaled before answering her "The management had bought a piece of land on the island for development. She was just accompanying the assistant manager on a trip to survey the site. That's all. I don't think the trip has anything to do with your sister's death".

"Oh really?" She was smiling. Beautiful yet I could identify the sarcasm in the her smile.

"Yup" I held my ground.

"Then how come the police are looking for your assistant manager?"

Fortunately, I was well prepared to answer this "The management will leave it to the police to shed the light behind Mr.Robert's disappearance. However, your sister and Mr.Robert was sent there strictly to survey the area. If Mr.Robert have anything to do with your sister's death, the doctor would have identified her cause of death by now. Furthermore, even if Mr.Robert did something, the management bears no blame on something which Mr.Robert may have done against the company's instruction".

The beautiful girl sitting before me sighed. I sensed no signs of defeat there. It's more like she wasn't listening to me at all and was thinking about something else.

"However, like I said before, the company is willing to financially assist your family by.. "

The beautiful girl sitting before me sighed again. This time I sensed her frustration mixed with boredom. Apparently nothing I said attracted her interest. I have heard some of my friends telling me how bad my communication skill was when it come to talking to the ladies. But i always assume that I can compensate that by talking about money. My oratory skills must have been worse that I thought.

"Err.. Miss Syafiqah.. Am I bothering you, or am I boring you?" I asked her. I would prefer if she think I'm annoying rather then boring.

The girl in front of me smiled but her face clearly exhibits the sarcasm within. Finally, she spoke.

"They told me you would come, you know.. And they told me you would come offering money.."

They? They who?

"I guess you won't understand unless I've shown it to you. They told me to show it to you"

I was about to ask her about 'they' when she stood up. "wait here, I'm going inside to get something for you to see"

So I waited.

And waited.. standing

And waited.. squatting

I was already looking for a place to lie down on the ground by the time she finally emerged from her house. She had changed her clothes into a long sleeve t shirt and a track suite. She also brought with her a sport bagpack. It seems to me like she's traveling to somewhere.

"Let's go" She issued her order.

"What? Wait.. Go where?"

She took me by surprise again. So I stood up and was about to seek clarification when she handed to me an envelope.

"what's in it?" I questioned her.

She did the 'Rock' thing with her eyebrow again. "They said you should see this and it'll be self explanatory to you. It's pictures of my late sister Fatimah".

Oh great, more pictures of Fatimah. I've seen more than enough pictures of her digitized in the thumb drive. I've even seen the porn side of her. So what else is new?

I was expecting to see some pictures of Fatimah from the family album when it turned out the be the dead picture of her!

"What the hell?" I simply couldn't stop myself from saying that. There were 15 close up pictures of her there - already dead and lying naked. Normally, pictures of naked body would either came from the crime scene or the morgue as post mortem pictures. Clearly these were not post mortem pictures on her because these pictures were taken at home.

“Who took these pictures?”

“I did, they told me it might come handy” She replied. Her eyes on the pictures now in my hand. Unless I'm mistaken, I detected sadness in her voice.

“They who?” I need to know who ‘they’ are.

“We’ll come to that later. Just look at the pictures and tell me now what you think”

I flipped half way through the pictures and a mystery began to unfold. All over her body there were skin contusions which I've seen before and I'm sure most of my readers have seen it as well.

I’m talking about demon bite wounds.

Demon bite wounds show up on the skin as a physical bite mark, or sometimes a pattern of tiny spots of red, called petechiae, in a circular pattern. It usually appears on one's thigh or arms. It appeared on my arm once and at several time on my sister's thigh after she spent some time outside the house at dusk.

You know that a demon had bitten you when these bruises appears for no apparent reason and produced no pain. In all cases the pattern is circular. However, in some cases - like what happened to my own sister - there’s even teeth mark on it.

Another type of demonic wound that is very common is a physical injury for which you have no memory of its origin. Frequently it is a significant cut somewhere and one will have no memory of when the cut occurred.

People who spent a lot of time strolling at night will most likely be bitten as the demons become much more active at dusk and throughout the night. My sister and I used to have this habit of going to shopping complex at night so no wonder we’ve both been bitten. Because of lack of knowledge at that time coupled with the fact that there’s no pain at all, I simply ignored it.

However, whereas ordinary people usually suffers a single bite or two in a year, the bites appeared on Fatimah body were the worst I've ever seen. There were probably over one hundred bite marks all over her body starting from her legs all the way up to her neck. If you ask me, it seems like she had been mauled instead of bitten.


But as excited as I was, the five million dollars managed to remind me not to react like a kid getting candies. Whereas the real me would probably start bouncing up and down over the excitement, the other me being the representative for the hotel stayed calm and composed.

The mask I was wearing remains intact. In fact, I even managed to furrow my forehead as though I did not know what I was looking for.

“I appreciates your willingness to show me these pictures but what am I supposed to look at?”

That's probably not what she expected to hear from me.

"Don't give me that crap! Didn't you see the bruises? What caused it?"

Yes sweetheart, I see them but those are not bruises. SATAN HAD BITTEN YOUR APOSTATE SISTER! The real me wanted to say that aloud but fortunately didn't. Thank God I was still able to put on my poker face.

"Miss Syafiqah, that question should be directed to the doctors instead of me. Have you asked for post mortem report?"

"No, the contusions only appears after we bathed my sister for funeral. There's several more pictures I wanted to show you, but since you are not the person I think you are then you better leave now". She was clearly upset now. She began to turned around wanting to walk back into her house.

"Wait Syafiqah, I'm here on behalf of the company to offer nine hundred fifty thousand ringgit!"

She stopped but didn't turned her back "You know jabroni.. They told me someone is coming to offer me a lot of money and answers my question. They said I can only trusted that person. If you are not that person, then I cannot trust you even if you offers me five million ringgit!"

It felt like blood rushes to my head and entered my brain when she mentioned 'five million ringgit'. Did she knows about my deal with the Jesuits? Were they here first?

"Who are they?" I pressed her for answer.

"Go away" she continues walking towards the house.

"Syafiqah, please tell me"

She merely turned her head to stick her tongue out at me. "No" she said and continue walking.

"Oh come on.."



"smell the cook'in!" and she gave me the finger.

"FINE!!" I almost shouted at her. I thought I can keep my mouth shut for the sake of money but unfortunately my Internet alter ego 'AfterDark' was dying to know who these mysterious group of people were. " I'll tell you what those bruises are! But first you must tell me who they are!"

She stopped and turned. We are now 10 metres facing each other. The wind was blowing, leafs were falling and her hair was all over her face. We were both like gunslingers about to duel in the movie.

10 seconds passed before she opened her mouth.


"So what?" I responded.

"Tell me now who killed my sister"

"It's not who, but what killed your sister, and I will share what I know right after you tell me who they are and what they have told you about me"

The Rock's eyebrow returned.

"Okay.. But you have to swear.."


"I have to do what?" and from my brain it went to my mouth.

"You must swear" She replied "They said that's the only way to know whether I'm meeting the right person. I must make you swear or otherwise you're not to be trusted at all"

This was getting weirder than fiction, I thought.

"And how should I do it? Would rising my right hand be enough?" I was actually being sarcastic.

"They told me to make you perform Muhabalah.. Whatever that is"

At that exact moment I felt like blood had been drained from my body. It was now dawned on me what this is all about. This has something to do with satanic cult and I knew only one group of people who would insist others to performs muhabalah in order to proof he/she is not a satanist..

"The Watcher's Group.. They were here?"

Syafiqah's face lit up. She smiled brilliantly at me and replied "Yes, and they told me to say hi to AfterDark for them and to tell you that your grammar sucks!"

Oh crap! crap! crap! crap! crap! crap! crap! crap! crap!


  1. Replies
    1. Grammar saya memang teruk, bro.. setiap kali nak publish article saya kena guna grammar software dan baca empat lima kali untuk buat pembetulan.. tu pun masih banyak miss lagi..

  2. as salam AfterDark,

    awak ni kelakar juga orangnya ye...

    hhmmm....baru tahu 'gigit hantu' tu omputih sebut sbg 'demon bite'.
    my previous chinese lady boss pernah tunjukkan kesan gigitan hantu pd lengannya - spt yg diceritakan diatas - bentuk bulatan merah, berbintik2 dan macam ada kesan gigitan (kena gigit hantu la tu....)dia kata tak sakit, tapi bgn tidur tiba2 dah ada. warna merah kegelapan sebab darah dah beku (sedikit la..) pada kawasan kena gigit tu....
    jadi demon bite ni bukan berlaku pd orang melayu saja, atau kaum perempuan saja....sape2 hantu nak gigit, dia punya suka la....

    dan gigit hantu tu memang ada berlaku...betul kan Afterdark?

    1. Ya, part kena gigit hantu tu memang betul. Saya dah kena, isteri saya sekarang banyak kali kena, anak saya pun pernah kena kat punggung. Raaamaaaaaiii orang dah kena. Kalau bangun tido atau balik dari keluar malam tetiba ada kesan lebam merah bulat tapi tak sakit langsung,tu kena gigit hantu la tu.

  3. sounds hanging somewhere.....

    "She resigned after the death of her parent ______ went back to stay IN the family IN the village IN Kuala Ketil, Kedah."

    is it much better with AND, WITH & AT included in between....?

    "She resigned after the death of her parent AND went back to stay WITH the family in the village AT Kuala Ketil, Kedah."

  4. nak tanya:

    - adakah kedatangan Nabi ISA AS juga akan dimasukkan ke dlm novel? mungkin di bah akhir supaya pembaca dpt tahu bhw rancangan jahat nasrani jesuits ini akhirnya akan diperangi oleh Nabi ISA As utk menyelamatkan aqidah orang2 kristian. kita tahu bhw so called kristian hanyalah fahaman yg telah diputar belit drpd ajaran yg dibawa oleh Nabi ISA AS oleh jesuits.

    - disamping menceritakan bhw target utama jesuits pd tahun melenium ialah utk mengkristiankan asia tenggara - lebih spesifik Malaysia(kerana ajaran mereka sudah tepu dan tidak popular lagi di eropah dan amerika), adakah kemorosotan pengaruh kristian di negara2 tersebut juga akan di sentuh dlm novel?? spt sudah byk gereja2 di barat bertukar menjadi masjid, ramai dr mereka telah memeluk islam dan ada pakar mengatakan bhw pd bbrp tahun akan datang, penganut islam akan menjadi mejoriti di negara2 eropah.

    ok, tujuan topik2 berkenaan ialah utk memberi maklumat yg seimbang ttg pergerakan dan pengaruh jesuits. bukan saja kita sedar pengaruh kritianisasi yg semakin menular dln negara, ttp kita juga sedar bhw islam juga makin diterima di negara2 barat. supaya org2 yg 'teringin' atau sudah dipengaruhi jesuits insaf bhw mereka telah diperdaya oleh jesuits dan kristian itu bukanlah fahaman yg benar. kesedaran ini sebenarnya bukan sj utk orang melayu islam, ttp juga utk non malay and non muslim kerana mungkin selama ini mereka tidak sedar akan tipu daya dan helah nasrani jesuits ini.

    sebenarnya, selepas tahu realiti fahaman kristian, nak je saya beritahu dgn my pervious operation manager bhw dia telah tertipu dgn fahaman tersebut. tetapi adakah saya berani....???

    1. oleh sebab ini adalah pengalaman pertama saya menulis novel, maka novel pertama ini akan sekadar memperkenalkan idea mengenai pergerakan Jesuit serta kaitannya dengan Illuminati. Saya kena berhati-hati sikit supaya tidak menyebabkan rakan-rakan bukan Islam di dalam Watchers group sakit hati terutamanya si MGS yang senang tersinggung tu sebab dia banyak bagi penjelasan bahawa tidak semua orang Kristian itu Jesuits. Malahan bagaimana proses sihir Jesuits digunakan untuk memurtadkan orang Islam pun dia banyak bagi info. MGS ni mewakili puak-puak Kristian minority yang terlibat menentang pengaruh Illuminati ke atas puak gereja di Vatican. Sebenarnya hubungan antara Watchers Kristian dan Watchers muslim hanya berdasarkan persefahaman bahawa Kristian TULEN dan Islam TULEN kini sama-sama menentang pengaruh Illuminati dalam agama masing-masing. Di kalangan penganut Kristian ada ancaman Jesuits, di dunia Islam pula ada ancaman Wahabi. Kami kumpulan muslim buat masa ini bertoleransi dulu dengan MGS dan kumpulannya kerana MGS bukanlah dibawah Jesuit walaupun dia memang operatif Kristian memantau Malaysia dan Singapura. So bagaimana kisah novel ini akan terungkai, kena tunggu dan lihat.

    2. Ok. faham.

      kristian TULEN yang bebas dr pengaruh jesuits ini yg akan menerima kebenaran dr NABI ISA AS nanti.titik.

      yup, sbgmn org Islam itu sendiri sudah ada yg dipengaruhi oleh fahaman2 lain (syiah, liberal, plural, wahabi...) the same goes for kristian TULEN juga.

      kawan biar beribu, musuh kena hindari

      novel ini nanti memang bertepatan dgn situasi sekarang. sudah ada pihak2 tertentu memberi penerangan secara agresif ttg gejala murtad ini (melalui platform politik). novel ini akan memberi penjelasan & gambaran lanjut keterlibatan jesuits dlm agenda ini. mungkin ramai lagi yg skeptikal utk menerima ia sbg konspirasi jesuits (sebab dah dihadamkan bhw semua konspirasi itu mesti dtg dari kerajaan ??)
      tapi bila dah tahu duduk perkara sebenar, hopefully mereka sedar bhw selama ini rupa2nya kita sendiri yg menyumbang & menyokong agenda jesuits memurtadkan org2 kita (melalui platform politik dan platform yg lain).

  5. ok, pengalaman dari seorang rakan...

    dulu dia selalu pass by satu gereja pd waktu malam di sentul atau kepong - tak ingat yang mana.

    setiap kali lalu di situ, pasti dia akan tengok gereja tu dan 'terpesona' serta 'terpukau' dgn cahaya lampu dr kawasan gereja. terang sgt kot depa pasang lampu kat situ utk tarik perhatian org ramai. rakan saya jadi risau dan tidak senang hati. tetapi alhamdulillah, kini dia tak perlu lagi lalu di tempat tersebut dan boleh lupakan 'keasyikan' lampu2 dr gereja tu.
    tapi bgmn dgn orang lain yg hari2 lalu kat situ yek...??

    sesungguhnya, mereka menggunakan semua tipu daya termasuk sihir2 jahat utk memperdaya terutama org2 islam.

    selamat berkarya!

  6. artikel tuan mmg class. hands down bro. original!

  7. salam bro..mmg terbaik..teruskn novel ni..owh..ur invitation utk pix dkt png still open?im from penang but then now in KL.sebulan sekali lebey kurang blk png..if still available,juz let me know.

    1. ya, masih belum ada yang offer diri sebagai 'graphic designer' (mengancam tak gelaran jawatan tak bergaji tu?) untuk novel ni. Kalau you sanggup membantu (tapi takde gaji tau), maka saya sangatlah menghargai. Oh ya, para assistant saya dalam novel ni akan dapat ganjaran berupa peluang untuk menamakan watak-watak atau tempat dalam novel ni tau. Nanti saya nak annouce kat blog masa chapter 9. Anyway, kalau you from Penang maka dapalah you bantu saya untuk semak lokasi-lokasi di penang dalam novel ni. Penang bakal 'famous' dalam Chapter 9 nanti hehehe.

  8. Salam Afterdark, how are you. It has been a long time, and I do hope you remember me. Bro, is it possible for us to exchange links? I was so happy to finally get to see your blog, I have included it in my links. My blog is and my youtube is

    1. yes, of course I remember you bapak3. I'm actually quite surprise to learn that you've been blogging since 2010. why haven't you told me about your blog before. I am honored that you think kindly of me and I have put link to your blog here.

  9. hahaha, satanist cannot perform muhabalah. Hope Saiful Bukhari read this chapter :).
    Bro Afterdark, when I say "dajjal might be half human and half Jin", does it make sense to you?

  10. Thank you Bro for the link. In fact I was surprised when told that you are blogging as well. As much as you are, I am absolutely honored that you have kindly agreed to our exchange links.

    1. Bapak3, I need to discuss something with u in private. Please tell me your email address or email me at