The day began on a hot summer day.
In the distance I could hear a bird.
That’s when my old fashion eye began to see the truth.
He hated her and as they stood at the altar giving their vows he tried to escape.
The love was real but was only true in her heart.
Not feeling the equal bond, she stabbed him in the back over and over again as blood splattered in every direction.
In the distance I heard screams.
Fire then fell from the sky as the wrath of Islam began to unfold.
As I stood and watched I looked at my shadow only to come to the conclusion that love is a force that if unfulfilled can turn an innocent woman into a bride of fury.
After seeing what I’d just saw I toke the knife from the bride and cut the wedding cake.
It was expensive.
I felt her pain so I gave her a hug and as her husband to be laid lifeless on the ground I assured her that he would never hurt another woman again.
At that moment we cut the cake and danced at the reception without him.
The End
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