Heaven's Reward (Islamic State Comes To Heaven) : Ch.2 : Meeting Jibril's Grandparents
By Kurt Rellians
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Chapter 2 : Meeting Jibril’s Grandparents
Jibril saw a couple walking in the woods together and recognized them. “They are my grandparents!” he cried, unable to control his surprise and joy. He ran towards them. “I did not know you had passed into heaven. What happened?”
They looked confused at first, as if not expecting to find their grandson. “Are you here too Jibril? How sad, but you joined the madman cult didn’t you, so perhaps it was inevitable we might find you beyond life,” recalled his grandmother.
“I did not expect to find you here,” declared his grandfather. “No members of your death cult deserve to find themselves here in this paradise. This place is reserved only for the pure in heart or the truly innocent. How can you be either if you served your evil masters in life, perverting religion, perverting and ruining life, serving only the cause of death and horror!” At these strong words from his grandfather Jibril recoiled. How could they not recognize his self sacrifice and the honour of their cause, the true path of Islam?
Some of his colleagues overheard these words, and, bristling with righteous anger, raised up their swords in anger wishing to put these doubters of their true faith to the sword. They had forgotten that no weapon can be used in anger in Eden, or in any stage of heaven. The swords disappeared into nothing, as their guns had when they first arrived. The angels would not sanction any violence in heaven.
I don’t know how you fighters have been allowed into Eden,” said Jibril’s grandfather. “The angels must not have been doing their job. It was your Islamic State which got us killed in our life, and now you’re allowed to harass us in our afterlife. Jibril, we did love you in life, but how can you not see the error of your ways now you have passed into Eden. We appeal to you, Separate yourself from these evildoers and repent your crimes. That is the only way you will receive absolution for your crimes.”
“Come, Jibril don’t listen to them,” said Jibril’s jihadi brothers. “Let us leave them and go elsewhere. Perhaps we will find some real virgins, or at least some women who will serve us. Do not stay with these impure unbelieving grandparents who have somehow found their way here.”
“I must go with them grandfather!” said Jibril. “I am sorry if you do not understand what I chose to do in life, but all I can say is it was what Allah wanted of me, and he has rewarded us with heaven. One thing I must ask. How did you both come to be killed?”
Jibril’s grandmother told the story of how they were killed by the fighting which descended on their Iraqi town. All was peaceful and we were living a normal life and then you extremists came into our town in your trucks firing at the government soldiers and attacking the Shiite and Christian neighborhoods. The government soldiers ran when they realized your superior numbers and firepower. They got in their trucks and fled while they still could. Some of them were captured and your group made a grizzly example of them in the square as you beheaded them. You went into the Shiite and Christian neighborhoods and massacred all the men you could find, people who had worked and lived alongside us for years. I am sure we knew many of them personally. And then one day you come in and decide to kill these people for no good reason. You rounded up the women and girls and led them off to your camps. Only Allah knows what you did with them there.”
“The Shiites are our enemies because they do not follow the Sunni ways,” explained Jibril, as if he had learned far more than his grandparents in his few short years, and knew better than they. “They may convert, but unless they do they remain a threat to our people. The Christians too are not worthy of our mercy, but if they embrace the true Allah and convert to the correct religion there is hope for them. But how is it that you grandfather, and you grandmother, came to leave the land of the living?”
“They insisted we all turn out to watch executions in the town square,” said Jibril’s grandfather. “I refused to go out there when I realized what the animals were going to do to those prisoners. I did not realize I was putting myself in even greater danger, but they came up to me when I complained angrily at the injustice of their behavior. They shot me without a second thought, I suppose to set an example to the other townspeople. I was shot in the chest and they let me bleed and die without any assistance for some time. When I finally died the pain ceased and I found myself making my way, in the crowds of people who had just been killed by your evil movement, towards these Gardens Of Eden. Most of us were waved in easily by the angels who stood at the entrance.”
“I fell into a great despair when my husband was shot in front of me,” explained Jibril’s grandmother. “They restrained me from going to his side as he lay dying. All I could do was scream and cry, but they would not kill me. They made me watch the beheadings and the whippings of our friends and fellow townspeople, and the poor soldiers they had captured. Of course I fell into despair. What else could I have felt? Jubilation that everything we had known together had been turned upside down, the whole town and its people, by this heartless army of barbarians, in which even my grandson, who should have been our pride and joy, should have allowed these evil leaders to do this to our country, and had sold his soul to them?
“I was killed days later by bombs or missiles which hit our house when fighting from other factions returned to the area a few days later. I do not know which side fired the missile or dropped the bomb which caught me, but my death was mercifully quick. I drifted into the Gardens of Eden swiftly and was soon by my husband’s side again.”
“Our town was becoming more prosperous before the ISIS horde descended on the area,” said Jibril’s grandfather. “Your leaders said they were doing it for us to keep the Shiites away from our region and our people, but things had been getting better, and there was no government at all when the Islamic State descended upon us. People who had been doing important jobs fled before you arrived or fled as soon as it was safe to do so. Doctors left. Then anyone who was not a Sunni Arab felt threatened. Many of them were run out of town, made refugees. They took the women, and they made examples of many of the men.
“Leave us alone, you carry no authority here in heaven. You should not even be here. This place is filling up before it should be thanks to you. You are the reason it is becoming so crowded here! All the people you have killed, all the innocent people, they’re all here!”
(to be continued)
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