by Boris Zubry
Is not, that right? That was the attempt of Jewification of Mongols and the Mongol Empire. Batu Khan? Subutai? The Golden Horde? Who knew such a thing? Were the Khazars the ethnic Jews? How do we know that? What do we know? Mongols… The Butchers… Did they succeed? Batu Khan of them all? The wild locust of the orient? Jews? Did they succeed by any measure? It did not look like that, but the dent was huge if that was true. They claim to have the documents, the proof. Prophecy… If that was the case, there was another lost Jewish tribe. The lost Jewish tribe of Mongolia… Wonderful. Crazy.
“Aaron,” the famous Rabbi looked somewhat confused and uncomfortable. He was folding and unfolding the steel-rimmed glasses that he rarely took off. Some joked that he was born with the glasses and with years, he just upgraded it. Now, he was twisting it in his hands. Nervously… That was the most significant indication of him trying to deal with something he did not know how to deal with. He knew so much. He thought he knew it all. But that was new. How do you understand it, measure it? What gives? Rabbi Simon Shlamowitz was seventy-nine years old and fifty-five of them a Rabbi. He came from a long line of Rabbis (at least five generations as he knew of) and saw or heard just about everything. He saw the socialism, capitalism, wars, the Holocaust, the anti-Semites ruling the world around him and the liberals in the American Congress. He heard many of their speeches. Many of those speeches, even Hitler, would not make. The liberals were the worst of it. So, uneducated. They meant hunger, death, and distraction because they believed in something very wrong. If they ruled, many would die, and so many millions did already. Look at the French revolution and the guillotines, the Soviet Union and the labor camps, Hitler, the death camps and the war of extermination, China, Cuba, Vietnam, Laos, Cambodia, Venezuela, and some others, many others. That’s what the left politicians full of poison and jealousy for what you had, but they did not earn, could do to you, and they never failed. They never failed to do that to the others while perishing in the process. There was the rule of a minority, injustice on the massive scale, hunger to the point of famine, lack of everything, and most of all, honesty. And, the executions just to match the supplies to the number of the supplied. Redistribution of wealth, of something you did not work for and did not deserve but wanted so much. The liberals were ready to kill, and in mass so, the material possessions would become free. Then, you waste “free.” It was free so, why cherish it. He saw and experienced it all, and nothing could shock him any longer, but this did.
“You see, Aaron, I cannot tell you what to do in this situation. It is entirely up to you. But, I can advise you to my best ability, to my best understanding of everything you told me. If there is a lost Jewish tribe and they want you, you must go and help. That would be a big Mitzvah (something good a Jew was expected to do). That could be a Mitzvah of all Mitzvah. Can you pass on that? Can you ignore it even if there was a slight chance?” He finally put the glasses aside and seriously looked at Aaron. “What if you could bring them back to us? What if that what God meant to be? Could you pass on that? It’s a modern country, and I do not think you risk anything. In the worst case, you come back, and we’ll be waiting for you. I think you should go. I think you should do your best and help them. Who knows, that could be a prophecy they knew, but we missed. Now, when I know it, I’ll start looking for it. If they have it, we should have it too. I recall now that the jewelry of the Princess hidden in the Afghan museum from Taliban had some Mongolian royal and Jewish symbols. I did not pay attention to that back then. No one did. Could that be hers? With this story, anything is possible. Go, and God bless you. You try your best and, if you need us, we are always here for you. Always.”
Ulaanbaatar
“Mr. President! Time to go to the airport. You wanted to meet the man from America, and he is arriving soon. The motorcade is waiting downstairs.” That was the Chief of the Presidential Personal Security Detail. He was a man of a few words and of the unquestionable loyalty, but his face was expressionless, offering nothing. He was tough, made of the same unbreakable mold the great khan’s bodyguards were. He will follow the orders no matter where they led, and the country was his priority. Yet, he would die for the President. The new man was coming. Would he die for that man? Was that man to die or to live for?
President Vagabundi raised his eyes to the plaque on the wall just above a suite of armor attributed to Batu Khan. The historians believed it was his or one of his sons. Everything matched including the symbol on the breastplate. It very well could have been his. The plaque above and somewhat to the right of the suite of armor was the 15th-century prophecy everyone in the country new:
“In a time of six hundred years,
a man of the blood that is yours,
but mixed with the blood of your fathers,
the greatest Bataars ever known,
will come to the steppes, no, be flown,
in glory - rebuild the Khanate.”
The President got up, put the jacket on, checked the tie and the hair in the mirror, and went out. This was the day. Was the prophecy, right? Only the time would show, but the time was not on the Mongolian side. Somehow, nothing was going right. The country was not moving forward even with the baby steps. It was going sideways at best but mostly, backward to the problematic past. Could it be any worse than that? Maybe, but definitely, it could be better. Let see what the new day would bring, and the old prophecy had predicted.
Mr. Boris Zubry is also the author of:
“Miles of Experience” – a collection of short stories;
“Miles of Experience - Revised” – a collection of short stories;
“Arrogance of Truth” – a collection of satiric stories, and poetry;
“Arrogance of Truth – Revised” - a collection of satiric stories and poetry;
“Chess Master” – a political thriller;
“Puska” – a novel;
“You, and I” - a collection of poetry,
“People, children, faces” – a poetic play;
“And Winds of Revolution Blew…” – a political thriller;
“Miles of Thoughts” - a collection of short stories;
“And God Created Cats” – a novel;
“From Russia with Hate” – a novel;
“Miles of Learning” - a collection of short stories;
and numerous literary and technical publications.
