(The following has been inspired by sad scenes I saw on a clip in the New York Times website, as young women of reproductive age in Ireland jumped up and down in ecstasy on the news that abortion had been finally legalized. People voted. Humans were happy. But I was sad. One of the interviewees a middle aged woman proudly said: “It shows how far women have come and the tremendous achievement of the 21st century.” Another said, “A woman has finally taken command of her body. She can do whatever she pleases”.
This is a work of fiction. Events taking place here; as blasphemy freaks might later arise, are in no way attempted at showing, or claiming to know whatever happens in Heaven. The sole belief that, that every human will stand accountable before God guides me. The belief that Humans will always attempt to lie in front of God, despite massive evidence against them, is recorded in religious scripts. Therefore, this has been solely written, merely as literature and no attempt is made at attacking the ones that attempt the subjects discussed thereafter.)
The following events happen on 20thinfinity. Time is Forever.
The scene is quite unknown. No human language fathoms the grandeur of the place. No human tongue dares describe the beauty, the pristineness, the clarity of the senses. It is calm. It is overwhelmingly frightening. It is a day, in which, every soul attempts to reap what it sowed. A day in which every soul, attempts to salvage whatever is left of its soul. Relations are extinct. Mother, or father, sister, brother, everything is perished. Everyone is equal. Lights are nothing compared to whatever has ever been sighted; whatever has ever been dreamt or imagined. So much compassion is around. Much mercy is visible to the frail human eyes. It is at the court of God.
No camera is nearby. For no camera can comprehend his light. No equipment can handle His grandeur, ask Moses of Israel. He is so great, only the pure, the righteous, the very unblemished, can see Him, by his permission.
At the court is a small boy. So tiny. Much of his body is not yet formed, a hand is cut, face has a very big cut in two, and his legs are deformed and one badly dangles from his tiny features. His face is of anguish. Beside him, on the other side, is a woman, pretty, healthy and very energetic. She looks young. Well formed, in great shape, youthful. She has her head down.
Boy: (Bends his head. Prostrates himself before God.)
Voice: Rise, Child. By my Greatness!
Boy: Grant me permission, dear Lord of the seven heavens, the seven earths and all in between. The creator of the universe, allow me, to look at your sacred face, as I present my case. O truth. O Great. O omnipresent.
Voice: My child. I grant you your wishes.
Boy: Thank you. By your greatness, I stand before you, humbly, against a great wrong done on me. I wish for her, Dear God, to tell me why she killed me.
Woman: By your greatness, I swear in your honor… I did not kill him…I did not kill him (begins to cry)
Voice: Speak the truth, the accused. Shame not yourself in front of my presence, for I know the truth. For am I not the very truth?
Woman: (Cries relentlessly)
Almighty shows tremendous patience.
Woman: (Wipes her tears) I did not kill.
All of a sudden the fingers begin twitching in furiously. Her body begins to shake.
Small finger: (Speaks) Shame us not by your lies. Fear the Lord. Fear your creator. O mighty one. O worthy of praises. I saw how she killed it. I saw how she did it all. Honor me, in asking me how she did it.
Tongue: Shut up! You set us all. You set us up, you snitch.
Woman: (cries endlessly) O God…I…I…
Voice: Speak…Little finger.
Little finger: She killed that boy. Plain. Simple.
Middle Finger: Yes…Yes… She did it.
Right Leg: I took her to the hospital.
Left Leg: She took her shoes with her, and her purse.
Index finger: I knew it. I knew it. Everything. I had a sense when she met that boy. Her mother said, always use protection…but I knew. Hormones, dear God had so much poisoned her mind; she forgot to use protection…
Woman: Shut up. Shut up…all of you. (Turns her face) O God. You are the most merciful…
Voice: Did you do it?
Woman: I did not….
Ring Finger: I know her doctor. That fat guy did it. Technically she didn’t do it.
Boy: O almighty. Nothing compares to your majesty. You are the all knowing. Grant me permission, to tell you how I felt. Three days had passed since, what those humans of that era called fertilization. The two angels had brought with them my soul, wrapped in a blue emerald clothe. They placed me in her womb, and breathed in me. They breathed in me the three vitals of life. My cells followed my DNA. They multiplied. They were growing at such a length I cannot quite remember how my small tiny heart begun to beat. I felt good. It was warm… until one day, in my sleep, I saw my limb depart the hardwork I endured inside the womb. It was…It was…frighteningly grotesque! I cried. I suffocated! Curette cut my face in half. My body….( Begins to cry)
Little Finger: (In Sympathy) Ooooh… poor child. Look what you did woman!
Right Leg: I maintain she did it.
Woman: It’s not me. The doctor did it. The doctor, God…
Soon as the voice calls his name, the fat figure of a man, well formed, defect less, strong but undergone the upheavals of trials comes into the fold. His arms are folded in front near his stomach.
Doctor: (Immediately falls into prostration)
Doctor: First of all, dear God. O beautiful one, allow me to praise your highness. No face is as beautiful as yours. Allow me, by your permission, to say that, first of all, is it not that, no one shall carry the sins of another?
Doctor: I did not kill that baby. The very woman, came to me and told me to do it. Her Will killed it.
Woman: (Yells) Liar.
Doctor: Dear God. Your sacred records can see, do I open my account book, O merciful one, as evidence?
Voice: You may.
Doctor: Here. Recorded here, by an angel, that I at first ruled against her doing it. She had a whole week with a psychologist, dear Honorable one, she had a whole week with a psychologist. It was her decision.
Woman: By his help.
Ring Finger: Killer.
Voice: You aided a killing. Had you no conscience?
Doctor: (drops his head in shame) O merciful one. Forgive me…forgive me…
Voice: Forgiveness was on earth. Here is payment.
Doctor: I leave it up to you, O Blessed one.
Several live images of the horrible procedure surface in real time. Abortion in progress. All the faces present conceal their shame. The boy looks at it, with such a sad face, and he cries a tear of pain.
Voice: Cry not, child…
Boy: O God. It was painful. It was torture. What was unbearable is the opportunity to live on earth was taken away from me, by her, by humans, by governments. All the opportunities to do good, on earth, have not been presented to me, O Merciful one. I stand here, in front of you, with an empty account book, with no good to show you, Dear God…
Woman: O God forgive me…
Voice: My ruling will be just.
Woman: (Cries) baby….please…intercede for me…please.
Voice: There will be no intercession this day.
Boy: What will be my situation, O beautiful one?
Voice: You shall live in eternal bliss. In the highest station of paradise. You will age not. Your book is full of many things I would have been proud of, for I see how pure your soul would have been. As for the mother, her recompense is that she will suffer for the pain she inflicted upon you, and the death she caused. For I ruled who so kills a single soul, is like he killed the whole of humanity. And whoever saves a single soul, is like he saved the whole of humanity.
Angels come in flocks, the gradual figure of the woman rises, being escorted forcefully towards the enormous gates of hell-fire that wait, far in the vicinity. Fire, that no eye has ever seen rages. The heat, from a seventy years journey from hell fire, is still able to reach her and peel off her beautiful youthful skin of her face. She screams. She yells. She begs. She kicks. She rises and rises. The little child cannot bear the pain. He falls flat on his face.
Boy: Dear Lord, O Master of affairs. Grant me a wish. O God. Grant me one wish.
Voice: Your wish is granted, little one.
Boy: Save her from hell fire, that I may have a mother with me in paradise. Save her that she might atone for what she did to me on Earth. Save her, for none can save anybody except by your leave. You are the Doer, The cherisher. O Forgiver.
Voice: By My Mightiness, I grant her respite. I grant you your wishes, for I am nothing, but Merciful?