Today I will tell you a story that has no scientific explanation whatsoever. Because of it, I could have been exposed to a very big problem. It may have been one of the rare times I have had such a dream in my life. Date: August 2011 Place: Egypt Time: The day before the two cases were initiated The prosecution was asked whether it would be feasible to exhume the bodies of the deceased to prove that they died during the revolution or not. The answer was that it would be feasible and we were ready to carry out the mission early in the morning during the January revolution. There was absolutely no police or judiciary due to the security collapse. Whenever someone died, their families would bury them immediately. After a while, the Ganzouri government and the military council came and decided that there would be compensation and permanent pensions for the families of the martyrs of the revolution. So people started demanding proof of their sons’ rights. Therefore, it was necessary to exhume the bodies, despite the fact that 7 months had passed since the death, to prove the cause of death... especially since all those who died in the revolution were killed by gunshots. Therefore, I either search for the projectile itself or search for traces of its entry and exit from the body, such as bone fractures, for example, or the like. Anyway... The first body is of... a 19-year-old second-year university student who suffered a direct gunshot wound to the right chest on the day of... January 28th and he was transferred directly to the university hospital, he was in the hospital for two days where two external drains were inserted in his right chest to drain the bleeding from his lung, but he died after two days and all attempts to revive him were unsuccessful and he was discharged from the hospital as a lifeless body after his family finished signing the papers and received him from the hospital morgue 5 hours after his death which he actually spent in the hospital morgue... The second body is for... He is a 41-year-old man who received a direct gunshot wound to the head while participating in one of the demonstrations on January 29th. He died at the scene and was transferred to the university hospital morgue and his family received him two days later because they did not know about his death... And the day of the extraction for us is not the best thing... Because of the sun, dust and the smell that no human can bear, I returned to the hotel that day. I was staying at the hotel, finished some things and slept in preparation for the extraction the next day... While I was sleeping - and this is one of the rare times I have had a dream - I had a very strange dream I'll tell him later... but I didn't pay any attention to him... In the morning I got dressed and called my assistant, Shabl, who is famous for talking to the corpses throughout the autopsy. I called the driver and coordinated with the police and the prosecution, and we headed to the cemetery, driving my car in complete tranquility... The two cemeteries are next to each other, about 35 meters apart. We started with the first cemetery. I, the prosecution member, the tombstone administrator, and Shabl stood at the door... Meanwhile, the head of investigations set up a security cordon around the cemetery to keep away any family members or intruders, and to prevent anyone from seeing the autopsy... In a case like this, which has been going on for seven months, the body would come out as a skeleton surrounded by some ligaments, while the rest of the body would have been completely decomposed... I stopped to review the medical papers issued by the university hospital until Shabl and the tombstone were ready... The prosecution member takes the tombstone's statement about the burial date, if he remembers, and how many bodies are inside and such. The tombstone confirmed that this is the only body in the grave and confirmed the burial date from his notebook and provided a copy of the burial permit that He takes it during burial... Ok... The tomb has a marble plaque with the name of the deceased written on it... and it is according to the Egyptian system... burial above ground... and it has an iron door closed with a metal lock and surrounded by cement... From afar, the father of the deceased stands in a state of near collapse, surrounded by his brothers, who are calming him down... and from the way he dealt with them and his reproach, it seemed that he had refused the autopsy and that they forced him in one way or another... I insisted on keeping them away a little more out of consideration for his feelings... I put on my gloves and we started... As usual, the gravedigger opens the door and I enter. First, I make sure of the veracity of his statements that there is only one body and that the period of his death matches the period mentioned in terms of decomposition... The gravedigger broke the cement and opened the lock and the door... I swear to God Almighty, as soon as I opened the door, I smelled a scent as if there were jasmine perfumes poured inside, to the point that the gravedigger said God is Great in a loud voice, so the member of the prosecution reprimanded him severely... I entered, very happy, turning on the flashlight on my mobile phone... and... peace and basil and a paradise of bliss... I swear to God, the smell of the shroud is an exact copy of the scent of the perfume used In the sanctuary... the shroud didn't have a single speck of dirt on it... despite the dirt floor, none of this is important... the most important thing is that the shroud maintained its position and it was definitely clear that the body inside was not a skeleton at all... I approached it and there was fresh blood on the shroud near the chest... I became certain that this was not the wanted body... and that he had been buried hours ago. I looked at the face... an angelic young man sleeping peacefully with a slight smile, contentment and satisfaction... I took a picture... I kissed his forehead as a kind of blessing and a scent filled me with musk, oud and jasmine. I stood up and said to the member of the prosecution and the investigations, this is not the body... it was just buried... the gravedigger got scared and swore solemn oaths that this was him and that the soil hadn't been opened since then and supported his words with the very old cement and the dirt on the outside of the door and his words were very logical... I was confused... I took the member of the prosecution aside and he was a personal friend... I told him the body is as it is, it has not decomposed... I was shocked... He told me, "Okay, why don't you check his injuries?" I said, "Ok." Shabl and I went in. I opened the shroud. I saw the chest, which was covered in blood, fresh and completely warm. I found the entry point of the bullet and the two bullet holes in exactly the same place the medical papers had described. I pressed on the chest slowly, the bleeding increased. "There is no god but God." I looked at his calm face again, which I felt started to get upset. I closed the shroud as it was. I went out, certain that this was not his body. I looked at the public prosecutor, signaling to him that it was not him. He came to me... and started to shake. He told me, "Are there no injuries?" I told him, "They are, but very recent." A few hours ago. He stood in a state of astonishment, then an idea came to me. I called the father from a distance. He and his brother came, and the man was almost completely collapsed. I asked him to be alone. His brother walked away angrily. I asked the man calmly, "Do you have a picture of your son?" He said, collapsing, "Yes." He had set it as his phone's wallpaper. I looked at her... Umm... He is the angel sleeping inside... I felt mixed feelings... Between happiness, confusion, holiness, fear of God and hope in Him... A strange feeling... I wanted to tell the father your son is in heaven but it was not possible... I asked him to return him to his place... and I went back and told the public prosecutor it was the boy... He said to me while he started sweating and shaking... What are we going to do? I told him I don't know... He and I remained standing... People started to wonder... I told him I will take action... I went back into the grave with Shabl... I stayed inside for a quarter of an hour and then came out... I will keep what happened inside to myself... Anyway, I went out and wrote that the autopsy was done with my knowledge... We closed the grave... The cemetery was sealed with cement and a lock... The public prosecutor and I sat in a car and took the father with us to complete the procedures... I told him what happened and that his son is in heaven, God willing, as a martyr... The public prosecutor asked him to swear on the Quran that the grave will not be opened again Never, for any reason whatsoever.. He swore, in a state of overwhelming happiness, as if he had gone back twenty years... as if he was celebrating his son's birth, not his death... and he swore to keep the secret... and when I asked him about the most beloved thing his son had ever done in his life... he replied with two words from those days, and they are the focus of my life... He told me his only intention was for God... and he used to give charity even if he didn't have a pound... and we went down to see the other body... I had no idea that things like this could gather in one day and a few meters apart... We moved with the gravedigger to the second grave, and it was clear that the gravedigger, after the initial shock, was unable to move at all... It was completely clear that he had never seen anything like this before... he was completely absent-minded... We arrived at the gravedigger... whose name was written on it in white paint... It was clear that the gravedigger had collapsed... I learned from him that there was also only one body inside... and then I ruled it out due to his collapse... and the security cordon was set up... I left Shabl, whose features showed no sign of astonishment The cement was cracking, it was clearly old and melting... We opened the door and I swear to God Almighty, a smell that no human could bear was coming out of it like a hurricane... I am used to the worst smells of decay without even a mask, so I was very, very upset... And Shabl was not surprised at all... People, the prosecution, and the detectives started to move away to the point that the closest one to me was almost 500 meters away, holding ten Kleenex tissues on his nostrils... I finished opening the door and looked inside, pitch black... I turned on the flashlight of my mobile phone... And I swear to God Almighty, I saw what no human could bear... A dark gray, about two meters tall, standing right outside the door, hissing and moving in a disgusting way... And a strange black, about two meters tall, sitting around the shroud in a disgusting way... Dead and rotting mice... Lots of insects that looked like beetles, but a little bigger, moving everywhere... And... And a black cat, the ugliest thing I have ever seen in my life... :The shooting.. dead and swollen and her eyes are very shiny..... a sight that no creature could bear... impossible... an impossible smell... the strange thing was confirmed with the flashlight from the entrances to the grave... there is no opening... except for a small hole in the ground next to the back wall... that would allow a snake to enter... but it is impossible for a cat to enter, impossible... the sight is hideous and the snake is standing... I threw something at it and it actually pulled back and went down into this opening... the other snake was moving slowly and disgustingly on the heavily soiled shroud as if it was sticky and leaving a hideous black sticky substance where it moved... I threw things at it, to no avail... we have a long, thin piece of metal in the tools we use to determine the path of bullets inside the body... I tried to move it with it... to no avail, it is sticky and moving slowly... and the smell is unbearable... a lion brought a tree trunk and after desperately trying we were able to move it to a corner of the grave and it started to wrap itself around the disgusting black cat in a nauseating sight... we couldn't go in because of the smell and the hideous sight of the animals The dead body inside... We pulled the body from the end of the shroud... We took it out... The shroud was hideous... Endless filth... Worms and insects filled every inch of it... We opened the shroud... The smell doubled... And it was clear that the smell was coming from the body itself, not the dead animals... The body was a skeleton... I have never seen blue bones in my life... A dark blue that makes you feel all kinds of nausea... The skull was crushed from the effects of the gunshot... And full of strange animal droppings and dry snake skin... I wasn't able to continue... I was satisfied with the place of the injury only... And my only concern was how we would enter this filth again... I told Shabl to close this shroud... He closed it and for the first time in his life I saw Shabl disgusted and tearful... And the last time... I looked inside at the place I was going to put him in... I swear to God Almighty I found the black snake and the rotting black cat where the body had been... As if the snake had dragged the cat's body here... And underneath them were a few worms... Natural... not only do you see it but you also hear its voice... the sound of its movement and constant buzzing... we tied the end of the shroud from the head to the tree trunk... and started pushing it inside... for half an hour until we were able to put it in... and as soon as it was inside, the other snake came out and started to climb on it... and rotting animals and half animals filled the grave... and the eyes of animals but without their bodies... and in the middle of all of this... I swear to God Almighty, I swear to God Almighty, I found half a dead rotting animal that looked like a mouse moving beside it until it settled right next to the shroud... I stood for five seconds in a state of astonishment watching the hideous scene... and shadows constantly moving on the inner walls despite the mobile light being fixed... I had the gravedigger come from far away, bring cement and put it down, and he kept vomiting... Shabl and I didn't say a word after that... I wrote on a piece of paper that the body was dissected by me and I put my signature... I gave it to the gravedigger to give to the member of the public prosecution... I couldn't stand to talk to anyone... I had Shabl gather his tools and throw away any tool we would have used in this situation... We moved... We got in our car and drove... Silence fell on me and Shabl... It was the first time I was afraid... Not afraid of what I saw... I feared God... And I felt that my end would be either the first or the second, ... And the difference is difficult... Really difficult... The driver tried to initiate any conversation... Neither Shabl nor I responded to him... I remembered the dream I had... And there was a disgusting black cat under a tree, screaming like a cat in terror, as if it were a howling wolf... And on the tree was a white bird, glory be to the Creator, the most beautiful of all, it and the tree... It was a strange dream that I did not understand at the time, although by nature the number of dreams in my life does not exceed the fingers of two hands... I made a few calls... In brief words... I learned that he was fired from his job... Because of his five-year imprisonment in a case of molesting children. Your decision is still in your hands... Later on, you will not have a decision... And the houses that you are building in Your life is not the houses you live in... Your real homes are your graves... So build them as you want them to be. Dr. Muhammad Al-Sheikh