The Last War
Dear King,
My King, Your Majesty, I Warlord & humble subject, loyal to the Kingdom of KingtayI, write this letter in honor & with great pride to announce that the war has ended. The combat of minds has ended with one swing of my sword of Christ, the Muslims have retreated & vowed to never return in pursue of our Kingdom of our God. Although it was hard to impead my troops to stop the war campain on the premise that these humble men of ALLAH, would in the middle of combat bow-down at lease five times a day in admiration of what they say is the true God of man. My King it is hard for me to write this letter to you, do to the fact that I know that you are a true beliver in our lord Jesus Christ. These men of God got me to thinking about, what do I truely belive in. I have entrusted my lovely wife & son in your care, while I have gone to fight a war that did’nt untill now make any sense. Without your permission, I have taken a wife, & her name is Mohabee, she is of Muslim descent from the Kingdom of Searia, she has given me much knowledge about the God they call Allah. I trust that this will not disappoint you My King. I am about six months away from the Kingdom & with your permission I would like to bring my new bride to the Kingdom with me, that we may receive your full blessings. We also have a son whose name Muhammad, his name means founder of Islam. I would like you to annoint him in full honor of the Kingdom. I ask that you grace him with loving care like that of which you give to your own son KingtayII. I have enclosed the Holy Book of Islam the Koran for your reading pleasure, so that you may with all your heart understand the conflictions of my soul, my King. I have debated three-fold about even writing this letter to you my King, for the fact that I thought you would not agree with the transformation that I have entailed. But with great pride I take this undertaking of my soul with great care, & my hope is that I am still a welcome member of your Kingdom.
SURA XCI.–THE SUN [XXIII.]
In the Name of God, the Compassionate, the Merciful
BY the SUN and his noonday brightness!
By the Moon when she followeth him!
By the Day when it revealeth his glory!
By the Night when it enshroudeth him!
By the Heaven and Him who built it!
By the Earth and Him who spread it forth!
By a Soul and Him who balanced it,
And breathed into it its wickedness and its piety,
Blessed now is he who hath kept it pure,
And undone is he who hath corrupted it!
Themoud in his impiety rejected the message of the Lord,
When the greatest wretch among them rushed up:–
Said the Apostle of God to them,–"The Camel of God! let her drink."
But they treated him as an impostor and hamstrung her.
So their Lord destroyed them for their crime, and visited all alike:
Nor feared he the issue.
The WARLORD
