I will not cry.
I sit still, looking straight at the screen, hoping against hope that my twin brother Zayd will not notice that tears have welled up in my eyes.
It’s kind of hopeless though. Zayd has noticed, only he is pretending not to.
Zayd and I are watching this amazing documentary like film made on events described in Surah Al-Feel. It was all going well. We saw how King Abraha got this massive place constructed so people would worship in it and stop going to the Kaaba. Then when he saw that everybody still kept visiting the Kaaba, he decided to demolish it (as if ANYBODY could do that).
The documentary then went on and showed us how an army of birds attacked his troops and turned every last bit of them to dust.
I think it was around that time that I started to feel a rush of emotions. As the elephants fell, one by one, I couldn’t help it. A few tears did trickle down my cheeks.
Now I am fervently wishing no one sees me and even if they do, they ignore it.
I can trust Zayd on this, but not…
“Musa!” an alarmed voice makes me jump. “Are you alright? What happened?”
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