Wicked World

 As the jeering crowd gathered, their stones at the ready, Ahmed closed his eyes and remembered the forbidden love that had brought him to this moment. He remebered the gentle touch, the gentle whispers and the stolen glances in a society that never understands.

The extremists roared as one,condemning Ahmed to death for his sin. But Ahmed knew that love is beautiful and it cannot be sinful to love Francis. Their love shone brighter than the hatred that surrounded him. 

As the first stone flew, Ahmed smiled. In his heart, he knew he would die free. Free, his spirit will soar far, far from a world so wicked.


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