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The Second Coming |
| Written by Chris | |
| Tuesday, 15 July 2008 | |
 Yeshua ‘Abd al-Ba'ith hated his life in America; the past 33 years bore no resemblance to his vision of ‘The American Dream.' While working, while trying to obtain his minute dream in such an all-powerful nation, he endured looks of absolute loathing and suspicion. This was all because a few Muslim nut-jobs, in his opinion, had decided to crash a couple 747s into the symbol of western capitalism, power, might...the list seemed to lengthen everyday. After being fired from his job as an electrician (due to ‘customer complaints'), Yeshua increased his devoutness to Allah. Unfortunately, he devoted his time to the wrong mosque. As the iman observed his devotion, his anger, and his resentment, the iman realized he might have a means to achieve the next goal in the war. The iman had converted men before, he only needed to glance at Yeshua to know what was needed. He knew Yeshua was suffering, and he knew Yasua had grown to dislike America. He also knew that Yeshua was a devout Muslim who would sacrifice himself in the name of Allah, with the proper training of course. He approached Yeshua slowly at first, gaining his trust, attempting to receive Yeshua's confidence. He steadily achieved it. Yeshua told him of his firing from his job and the fact that he had completed every task to perfection. The iman saw an opportunity: "What more can you expect from Americans. They lead such corrupt lives due to their success, just look at the buildings they choose to surround themselves with." And so the foundation was laid. The iman built upon Yeshua's hatred brick by brick until ‘he was ready.' The iman put him in contact with several ‘friends of the faith.' At these meetings the plans for the attacks were drawn. The several men who were to participate in the strike against Western civilization had all were nurtured in less than friendly neighborhoods and had been raised with values befitting their upbringing, Allah, well iman, permitting of course. Yeshua awoke the day before the attack in a state of mourning. He realized, "why do I have to die so young, surely Allah has planned my life better than this." He implored the iman for advice: "You must not be tempted by your selfishness. This temptation you are experiencing is proving that you are indeed human...you need to proceed as planned if you wish to achieve the immortality you so seek. Think of the people who will wish to follow in your footsteps. They will deem you a martyr, a defender of the faith. You must proceed; it is Allah's will." And so Yeshua awoke on the next day. Yeshua hailed a cab and headed to the airport. He traveled in silence. As the airport neared he began searching for the others. As he shuffled into the airport, he saw one of the group's members being processed. Yeshua soon followed and proceeded towards the jet. The jet screamed to life on the runway. Yeshua sat ready, never daring to even glance at his conspirators. One of them had already identified the flight marshal and was in the process of positioning himself within striking distance. The group's plan revolved around procuring the marshal's firearm and using it to control the flight's few passengers. The flight launched off the runway. Yeshua waited. Finally, it seemed to Yeshua , the man nearest the marshal acted. Within seconds the man had the firearm and the marshal was dead on the floor. Chaos ensued, but the group was prepared. They surrounded their lone gunman and escorted him to the cockpit. They blew off the lock and battered their way through the door. One of the pilots drew a gun, but again this was anticipated and the group's gunman shot the pair of pilots dead. The group's pilot took the controls. The remainder exited the cockpit and stood outside the cockpit's door. The gunman shot everyone who approached, while Yeshua simply stood in front of him, acting as a meat shield. The plane was theirs. The group had followed the blueprint provided by them from the first wave of terrorists: Their plane was fully fueled and just minutes away from a major city. As they closed in their minds turned, if only for a fleeting second to their families and faith, but Yasua was alone with his faith. "We are receiving conformation that Sears Tower has collapsed..." the words in the teleprompter continued but there was nothing more to say. A witness described the scene: "The plane... all white... almost invisible....heard it coming....screeching...moaning...came outta the clouds...so fast...so little time...so little hope...why...wh...w" as his voiced finally decrescendoed into nothing. The firemen had searched for two days...this was third and final day of numerous survivors, as the human body could not endure any longer without water. Mario picked through what once remained of America's most unique skyscraper, ‘the one made out of cigarettes' Mario thought, thinking back to the story his father had told him about it...How insignificant it seemed. He stood in somber remembrance, among its remains. He shook his head. "Today is the last day...I must stay on track," Mario realized. He turned over a scrap... There lay Yeshua. At first Mario thought the man dead. He looked for the rest of the man and saw compound fractures in each wrist, his torso was pinned under a twisted beam. The man's face was covered in blood and mud, making him unrecognizable. As Mario moved to call in a dead man, a ray of light fell on Yasua's face. The light seemed to resurrect him. Yeshua coughed up...something. "Holy ****!" Mario yelled. Mario was a realist and knew that the odds were very long of anyone surviving until a third day. He screamed for an ambulance, a doctor, anything. Mario bent close to the man and whispered, "Hold on," then turning away, "I have seen proof of the Lord tod-" suddenly Yeshua, through all his agony, began whispering, his voice as audible as it was possible. "If only I could take their sins with me...for I am redeemed in the eyes of Alla..." "Stay with me!" Mario shrieked, praying that God could save this man.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, ‘anything' came too late to save Yeshua. Copyright 2008 Chris |
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