It is not important. Any name will do. You know Yusuf, Halim. Ahmed, Abdul as the fanatical suicide bomber. One of many devoted to bringing the truth to you.
The infidels.
You, who ignored the the reality of what a glorious sacrifice it is to give one’s life for god. To be blessed by his radiance and dwell forever in paradise in a garden blooming with ecstatic delights. Virgins beyond any beauty imagined. Flowers, nurtured purity touched only by the holy hand of creation.
Persecution and oppression from the cross and star of David lovers fueled our zeal to
bring you, the unbelievers to the truth.
I began to prepare for this when I was nine years old. Learning all I could about you, the demonic persecutor of oppression, slaughterers spewing injustice among those who had no strength, power or money to speak for themselves.
The great ones who declare and hold all truth and equality see that the evil wizards keep their devilish charms working.
Liars all!
Pretenders of the pursuit happiness for humanity.
But I could not allow you, the infidels to succeed and I did what I thought I must -
no matter the outcome.
An outcome far better than remaining on this wretched earth and suffering under your cruel domination.
So I gave my heart, mind, body and soul to the truth.
After I exploded, I found myself in a large circle divided into two parts, one; very small and the other tremendous reaching far back and beyond into the distance.
I am in the small circle. Closed in by people with melted faces, all their features coming together except for their eyes. Their eyes and my eyes shine like clear crystal. And we are fused
one to another exerting great energy trying to pull away from each other.
The massive part of the circle has people smiling, dancing, singing, bowing, and peals of laughter coming from a radiant golden light.
Why am I here?
L.C.B.
April 26, 2019
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