Sheikh Abdullah Nadari al-Sayyid ibn Halim prepared well: he flew in at the helm of a personal F-16 for nine hundred and fifty hours. He made himself one of the best pilots in the kingdom. He wasn't lazy to make twenty-five parachute jumps (two of which were protracted). The Sheikh watched his weight and pressure, tormented the machines for three hours a day, and often did not deny himself the pleasure of spinning a centrifuge delivered to the palace directly from Moscow's Star City.
On August 15, 1992, Sheikh Abdullah Nadari Ak-Sayyid ibn Halim asked for Allah's blessing. He found a word for the inconsolable wives, who secretly believed that God had taken away the mind of the poor husband. He was not lazy to kiss all his children, the number of whom was over fifty. At 10 a.m., wearing a flight overalls, he immersed himself in an airplane chair. At 10.02 a.m., accompanied by the screams of journalists and sighs of numerous relatives, disappeared in the clouds that appeared from nowhere, the presence of which the knowledgeable people considered an evil sign.
Abdullah Nadari Ak-Sayyid ibn Halim, like any Arab, was a poet. Looking at the ocean, he composed a rapturous verse that he sang to himself. Visibility was amazing, the on-board computer was a wise advisor, offering to hold on to the following parameters: the height of seven thousand feet, the speed of five hundred and fifty miles per hour. After eight hours of monotonous flight (during which the whole poem was composed and sung), this "Gonsigliori" recommended the sheikh to bypass the thunderstorm front, which was about to swallow Ceylon.
Sheikh Abdullah Nadari Ak-Sayyid ibn Halim flew up to Singapore over the clouds and thunder and received numerous congratulations from dispatching services. The Japanese promised the Crown Prince a quiet flight over the Pacific Ocean in almost zero clouds with a passing wind.
The weather itself favored the high-born traveller. From time to time, trusting the autopilot, the sheikh tasted dates and drank them with mineral water. Being a western man (Cambridge behind his shoulders), he listened to his favorite music - along with the lyrics of the incomparable Walid Hanid, the repertoire included Beethoven and Mozart. Above the head of Sheikh Allah favourably hung star necklaces, among which sparkled the rare large emeralds and rubies. Abdullah Nadari Ak-Sayyid ibn Halim drank his universal loneliness and gave himself up to philosophical reflection until the morning.
Halfway across the sky, dawn invigorated the romantic Sindbad. The whole world was now in his pocket, and the traveler did not deny himself the pleasure of making a few sips of strong coffee El Sabah. He blessed his handwheel, prayed to the Almighty, and again he aired his voice, and in the palace in the middle of the Arabian desert, all thirty wives praised God for the fact that they were undoubtedly still alive, moved by the intellect of their husbands.
Luck accompanied the plane to the Hawaiian Islands, but when it flew to the coast of the great mainland, it hastily withdrew. The consequences didn't hesitate to wait, as the state of Texas began to experience problems with its fuel supply. One engine coughed up. Then another one. Finally, the latter stopped giving his lonely voice. There was a victorious roar of wind in Victoria's cabin. The airports immediately offered help. Thanking for his sympathy, the pilot looked at the monitor of the confused computer and, still not believing the reality, tried to level the child. In vain! Sheikh Abdullah Nadari Ak-Sayyid ibn Halim met the inevitability as a man should: he finished his remaining coffee and fastened his seatbelts. The long wings still allowed the dragonfly to slide in the air currents for some time, but the triumph could not take place. The parachute slammed at the height of two thousand feet. "The dragonfly clumsily collapsed on one Texas ranch, breaking the precious wing and damaging the chassis. The Sheikh, in impeccable English, apologized to the runaway masters for the trouble and gratefully took a mug of still warm milk out of their hands. His Highness had time to turn away from the good-natured farmers to get rid of his second weakness - to dissolve a tiny, annoying tear on the index finger of his left hand.