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Episode
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Good Intentions The Muslim in blue and gold sat in
the middle of the empty room. With only an Islamic flag on the
wall behind him, the figure sat with his legs crossed on the wooden
floor. His hands rested in his lap as
his head was bowed, his eyes closed.
In dark blue pants and a golden silk shirt, his subtly powerful body
did not move. On the wall to his right, the
light of the day was passing. Climbing
slowly up the edges of the wall, it was fading quickly, replaced with the
city lights just outside. The figure
remained still. As the last light of the setting
sun disappeared, there was a knock.
The man looked up, turning to the door in the corner of the room. “Come in,” he called. The door opened and a young woman
came in. Dressed in a black dress and
a blue headscarf, she stepped inside, shutting the door behind her. “Good evening, good sir,” she said
cordially. She smiled, her back against
the door. “Are you ready?” He turned from her and looked
forward, absorbing the comforting sounds of the outside city. He swallowed. “I have my doubts.” “All do,” she said
confidently. “But doubts are merely
the Shaitan working their will.” He was silent. “Is your faith in Allah so weak?”
she asked with an amused smile. “Do
your beliefs fail you?” “No,” he spoke up, looking to her
with intense eyes. His swarthy skin
seemed to glow in the darkening nighttime.
“And while I do not mean to challenge the wisdom of a Jinn,” he stood,
his strong form taking a single step towards her, “do not insult me as to
question my resolve. My hesitation
does not draw from fear; it draws from uncertainty, from a lack of
confidence.” “Do you think yourself…” she
started to ask. “Not confidence in me,” he said to
her, unafraid to stare into her steely eyes.
“You and your kind came to me.
You and your kind sought me out.
At the end of the day, I’m doing you the favor.” “You are doing the will of Allah,”
she insisted. “My faith in Allah is
unshakeable,” he maintained. “My faith
in you is suspect. What you’re asking
of me is potentially devastating to the natural world.” “We are nature,” she assured him. “You have free will, just as me,”
he said, turning from her. He walked
to the window and looked out, the |
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