THE SUN ROSE on the fourth day, just like it had for thousands of years. Life continued, but what quality that life held, was up to those who were given the gift of it, by God.
There were those who cherished the gift, doing good here, as long as God gave them the breath to do it, while others took what they could, squandered the gift and destroyed the light that tried to show them the way.
Now, the last person on earth, who knew where Jamila was, lay dead at the bottom of the sea.
There was no note to be found, no clue to be revealed, no starting point to look for her. She was lost forever, to those who sought to save her.
But God knew… and He judged it not to be her time.
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