Friday, February 24, 2017

Sneak Peek


Copyright © 2013 Pam Funke
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The Salikhin-Riyadus Reconnaissance was meeting for the first time in years with their counterparts in the United States. They had been watching the state of the United States over the past few years and were pleased with the steady decline in their Christian beliefs. For a country built on God, they certainly don’t behave like it. They are a country of chaos and violence. They have such sinful natures it’s unbelievable. Their society accepts abortions, living together without being married, homosexuality, the same sex to marry one another, the practicing of ungodly religions, fornication, all sorts of sexual immorality and various types of ungodly behavior. Allah would never stand for such behavior which is why we must do this. We must rid the world of these Christians and their damaging beliefs. We cannot allow them to poison the world’s minds any longer. Polla Basayev stood before the group gathering her thoughts before addressing them. This was a first for her. Women had never had the privilege of addressing the men before. In fact, they hadn’t had much say in anything. They weren’t even allowed to participate, though the group did not care if they were martyred for Allah. She never really understood that, but she was glad that things had changed. She looked out at the people waiting patiently for her to speak. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before she began.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the United States has been sticking its nose into matters that do not concern them for far too long. They say that we are the terrorists, but they are the ones who have invaded our lands. They are the ones who kill our fathers, our mothers, our brothers, our sisters, our children, our families. They provide weaponry and aide to our enemies. They disrespect our Islamic faith. They seek to corrupt the Muslim people with their beliefs and their wicked ways. We can no longer tolerate this behavior!” She pounded her fists on the table in front of her. She looked around the room trying to gauge what the people were thinking. It was hard to tell though she could feel their excitement.

“It is time that we stand up for our slain brothers and sisters. We cannot allow their deaths to mean nothing. They must pay for the evil that they have done.” She could feel her heart pounding in her ears. She was getting angrier by the minute; she could feel it. She couldn’t wait to see them pay dearly for what they had done. Tears threatened to form in her eyes, but she willed them away. She started to pace back and forth across the front of the room.

“We have been watching the Big Satan for the past few years and we feel that they are at their most vulnerable state right now. They have scattered their military all over the world trying to be the world’s policemen. They have neglected to keep their home protected and that is where we are going to strike them—at home. My American counterparts, you have done a wonderful job of infiltrating the enemy’s camp and blending in. You are going to initiate a series of attacks with the help of the home unit. When we are done, they will never know what hit them. Now, who’s with me?”

A roar of cheers sounded as people stood up and cheered her on. Despite the various sects, they were united under one purpose—the destruction of the United States.

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