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“train” to rid themselves of problem orphans.
    The day before the train people were due to arrive, a Muslim couple phoned St. Mary’s requesting to adopt a handicapped child. Their only requirements were that the child be disabled, under the age of ten, and of sound mind. Without question, Samael met the first two requirements.
    Forced from his room by the sisters, eager to rid themselves of the little white freak, Samael stood reluctantly in the viewing room waiting to be scorned and humiliated. When the Muslim couple saw the frail, little, white boy, instead of the usual scrunched-up faces and ghastly comments, they smiled. “He’s perfect!” they said.
    At the age of nine, Samael had found a home.
    Samael grew up in Bridgeview, Illinois, a suburb located fifteen miles southwest of Chicago’s downtown Loop, in the heart of one of the U.S.’s largest Arab communities. He attended an Islamic private school until the 12th grade. Although ostracized by his brown-skinned classmates, his massive size ensured that he was no longer picked on.
    Unlike the other children who had been brainwashed in the ways of Islam since birth, the doctrines of Christianity had been hammered into Samael’s mind by the nuns during his formative years at the asylum. But since his days in the asylum, those he’d come in contact with that claimed loyalty to Christianity lived their lives in apathy, indifference, materialism, and godlessness. He saw no unity among the nations who aligned themselves with the Christian faith. Most had sold their souls to the ideologies of political correctness, anti-nationalism, and multiculturalism. The teachings of the Koran were emphatic that apart from being a Muslim, there is no hope for a person. Though Samael favored the religion of Islam over Christianity, his life grew evermore twisted and confused, finding no satisfaction from either.
    During his last year of high school, unexplainable paranormal experiences began to torment him day and night: telepathic encounters with disembodied spirits presented themselves in the form of spatially extended systems of energy; apparitional experiences with unrecognizable human figures; dreams of war and death. But most disturbing were the visions of what he believed to be his beloved natural mother.
    His adoptive parents had emigrated from Turkey allowing them a dual citizenship. As their legal child, Samael had the same privileges. After graduation, with the blessings of his adoptive parents, he followed a strong inner prompting and headed for Istanbul, Turkey, to discover the city as it was gloriously portrayed by his parents. He stayed with relatives while he traveled and explored. Because of his massive size and strength, manual labor jobs were easily obtainable. He opted to work in the factories, rather than outdoors, due to his sensitivity to light.
    Since he first arrived in Istanbul, fourteen years ago, he had searched for answers. He’d found a partial peace within the religion of Islam, but, as with all religions, there was constant strife and confusion: Sunnis and Shiites at war since the birth of the religion in the 7th century; ridiculous traditions and rituals created by power-hungry, religious zealots.
    In his pursuit to make sense of a senseless world, Samael became a student of the 13th century Persian mystic Jalal al-Din Muhammad Rumi whose teachings were neither secular nor religious, but most certainly spiritual.
    Rumi’s mystical poetry offered a metaphysical approach to the physical world’s interaction with the intangible—something Samael desperately needed as he struggled to unravel the chaos in his head. Coming to terms with the existence of a nonphysical reality had opened the window to his soul. No longer did he have a soul; he was a soul. Rumi led him to Sufism—Muslim mysticism—considered by some Muslims to be outside the sphere of Islam.
    In February 2002, he’d read an article titled, Understanding Your Dreams – The Secret to