1st Mar 2025
In a dusty old temple on the edge of a grand Jewish kingdom, two groups were gathered. Flickering candlelight danced on the walls, casting shadows that whispered secrets of the past. Rabbi Eli, an elder with a long, white beard, sneered at the opposing group, saying, "Your Issa will not return; we crucified him!" Just then, a young Nassara named Samuel rushed forward, pulling out a knife and shouting, "His name is Jesus!" Before chaos erupted, the two groups clashed, struggling to keep the peace. A gasp filled the room, and Samuel found himself pulled back, slightly injured but alive. The arguments faded as Samuel declared, "Jesus’ tomb was empty; God took him away to return and judge us all!"
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The air hung thick with tension as the Nassaras stood alone in the temple, fear etched on their faces. Their leader, Waraqa, stepped forward, breaking the silence. "It is the hour of Judgment! We must rebuild the temple!" His eyes shone with determination. The chief nodded, burdened with thoughts of the war that took his sons from him. "What can we do? The polytheists are strong!" Waraqa replied fiercely, "Give me preachers and I will raise an army!" The other Nassaras exchanged murmurings of doubt. "You will go to the polytheists in Syria," the chief declared, as the plan began to take shape amidst the flickering shadows of the temple.
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