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Click hereThe fate of all eternity
depends on only this quest
Allah puts his faith in me
of his warriors, I am best.
But I sheath my sword for now
it's time to rest my weary bones
I lay down on this dusty earth
that may soon be my body's home.
For the first time in this life
I am faced with my ignorance
I pray for Allah to send a sign
before we begin the deadly dance.
The signs are not forthcoming
and I feel surrounded by a lie
Is it a sin to ask these questions
to seek a truth before I die?
I no longer wish you dead
I have no more willpower
and if Allah himself were to arrive,
I'd not pull away and cower.
If it was his voice I heard
guiding me all along
I don't want his Paradise
because I know I wouldn't belong.
Walk a mile with me, dear stranger
we will talk of the lives we live
If you give me your company,
I could ask for no greater gift.
For no sacred voice would lead us
into the destruction we have wrought
and we must escape this snare,
the death-trap in which we're caught.
I will question all my remaining days
for I will understand, I must.
I will believe in the journey now,
not a vengeful god I cannot trust.
A clear view of the distortion of all religions ~ only trust your heart would seem to be applicable here.
An interesting read that, if it were from a Muslim would be an apostasy ~ and an immediate sentence of death;
Come to think of it, if a cleric saw this, things could get dicey for you {it's a movement with no sense of humor}.