It was the time of the vicious rule of Tiglath-Pileser
III over Assyria from the city of Nineveh. Phoenicia was within the reach of his army. It was not a safe place for Asherah
Goddess to dwell. And so, Haniel fled with Ashima towards Syria, a land already
occupied, where the war had now swept over. And the white dove and the white goat were also with them.
They wandered through harsh and barren shrublands. They wandered for weeks. Through
lands where robbers dwelled. Haniel had a sword that he had forged during the time with the family outside Tyre, to be used
as protection. And still he possessed within him some of the Angelic powers and strenghts. But one dark evening, they
were taken by surprise by three evil Assyrian soldiers in the desert. Two of the soldiers attacked Haniel with
their swords. The third soldier went for Ashima and carried her away. And Haniel were more skilful and stronger
than the soldiers, they were skillful warriors also, hardened by the horrors of the war, and they were two
and had two swords and attacked from one side each. And Haniel did not have all of the Angelic powers anymore. And he could
not escape to come to Ashima's rescue. And the third man attemped to rape Ashima. He threatened her with his sword against
her neck. But as soon as the man laid his hands on her, a miracle happened. The evil man burst in tears
of deepes despair sadness and remorse, and disgust over himself. He fell down on his knees and begged to Ashima
to fogive him. For Ashima had felt his evil feelings, his loneliness and his pain, and she had drained them all
from from his body. And she forgave him for the evil that he had attemped to do, and she put her arms around him
to comfort the evil man in his tears. For so say the goddess - evil shall be fought with love, not
by sword. Violence can only give birth to pain. But Haniel killed the two soldiers. And then he rushed to the
side of Ashima. And he killed the third soldier. But to his surprise, it made Ashima cry from pain, and she was
very mad at him. Indeed, Ashima is the Goddess of life and love, and every single death in this world makes
Ashima cry. And she screamed out to Haniel: "Why did you kill him?! He was not dangerous anymore! I made him good! I
freed him!" But Haniel did not understand. And in the moment of death, the man had felt no fear. For he had indeed been
free.
And they passed over the border into Syria, and they wandered deep into the Syrian
lands.
And from Heaven, Jehovah God followed their every step. And He was mad. And
he was jealous. And He was vengeful. Jehovah is indeed a vengeful God. And he visited Ashima in her nightmares. It was the
only way that He now could hurt her. And He scared her. For He carried so much rage.
Haniel had made for Ashima a little wooden sword that he gave her, to use for practice.
Then he would give her a real sword he said. So that she never had to be afraid. Ashima wanted to tell him that no sword would
ever be to her help. But she did not want to dissapoint her best friend and protector, so she took it and they started to
practice. And she was at once very skilful with the sword. But never would she use it to harm a living being.
And Ashima turned six years old.
