The Two Books 

The Christian monarchy had been ruling Europe for a countless number of years now. Muslims were not permitted inside the continent. The citizens were loyal to the monarchy and towards the religion. Although individuals wouldn’t dare to pursue a desire or commit an act that opposed the monarchs high-level level of principles, Sophia the daughter of the king Abraha abided to her own mindset, completely opposing the virtues of her religion.

Two books of two different religions were contained within two different compartments of Sophia’s room. She had a beautifully inscribed Bible on one end, yet a new, and fascinating holy book on the other side. Every time a nun entered her room she would suddenly hide the Quran, and take out the Bible.

Sophia was mesmerized by the contrast and similarities between the two books, not able to understand the definite reason for the war lasting between the two religion for many years. Both books promoted peace. The intriguing and holy places described within the Quran allured Sophia into pondering upon the majestic places that lay within Saudi Arabia. The thought of such places brought fear and grief to Sophia’s mind. She acknowledged the lack a possibility and not being able to attend this desire.

She was the daughter of the most superior king, ruling over a Europe that constrained people of their religious rights. Her passion increased daily to an extent that she decided to hide in the train car transporting weapons and machinery to Saudi Arabia. The night before her departure she had packed the necessary items needed for a life-threatening and ambitious journey the two books, three pairs of warm clothes, and a hand full of gold coins as well as a few pieces of bread. Sophia took her last glance at the bedroom her parents had decorated with ornaments and was painted with the best quality paint from Iraq and rugged with soft sheepskin.

As she entered the main hallway the sound of silence awakened and cautioned Sofia. The guards were in deep sleep…. It felt as if someone wanted to make her journey of ease and comfort.

The train was leaving at 12 AM and the time was already 11:31 PM the stairs enveloping the skirts of 100,000-year-old walls, seemed to occupy a distance of 1000 miles to get down. Sophia was interrupted by a person calling her name, as if in a rush, or in a state of emergency.

“I am coming with you,” said Sophia‘s brother panicking, and a sudden feeling of relief emerged into the atmosphere. The two locked their eyes until the sound of heavy footsteps bombarded the halls.

“Who’s there?” questioned king Abraha.

There was no reply, only the sound of silence, and panic returned.

Sophia grasped her younger brothers hand, and they ran down the stairs and the blood inside the interior of their body rushed with insanity and hopelessness.

“Stop right there!” hollered the king. The siblings ran even faster, as their lungs gasped for a whiff of fresh air. Sophia‘s brother began to topple down the stairs, clashing with the metal bars. Like waves crashing with sand. Instead of the harmonious sound of the waves, a violent gunshot was heard, as it trembled Sophia to see a river of blood trailing her brother. A second gunshot pierced the air, but this time drilling into the skull of Sophia’s brain.

There remained only two books, of to ultimately opposing religions. The Bible, and the Quran.