Mohommed's Surprise

     Mohommed the prophet knew he was dying.  Here he was at 62 and certainly the man had a very fulfilled and exciting life.  Having been such a militant and charismatic leader, he felt much older.  The fact was, the man of Allah had been more productive than a normal dozen men.  
     His body ached and his stomach was in excruciating pain.  In the last few minutes his breathing became heavy and difficult.  Mohommed guessed that the cause was poison.  He had many enemies of course, as a conquerer of many peoples and nations.  The masses overall disagreed strongly with the prophet's use of violence in propagating Islam, and at times, extreme and gruesome violence, but few had dared to publicly speak out against him.  So to be poisoned was no surprise.  Even among Mohommed's hierarchy there were some enemies, though secret. The foolish ones that let their contrasting opinion's known were executed immediately, for the sake of Allah. 
     The pain increasing, the prophet had no fear of death.  He looked forward to being with Allah and receiving his reward of numerous virgins.  He was THE prophet and THE special one to conquer the infidels as he brought the religion of Islam to many lands.  Surely Allah would be pleased with Mohommed's labors and leadership.  The worn-out warrior scoffed as he remembered the thousands of beheadings he had witnessed of the many infidels who rejected Allah.  In particular he had a special hatred for the followers of Christ.  Some of the idolatrous fools even smiled as they were being executed.  
     The prophet's breathing became raspy.  His mind wandered and he became aware of some of his servant's being in the room, though apparently they had been there all the time.  Suddenly everything was silent.  His hearing was gone.  Mohommed failed to be fearful, even when his eyes went blurry.  He knew Allah was in control and that all would soon be well.  He felt water drip down his chin as someone obviously was attempting to give it to him.  All was now black.  His eyes had ceased to function.   Suddenly a very sharp stabbing pain came from his chest but Mohommed was dead before his hand reached his heart.
     Bliss?   Peace?  Happiness?  Reward?  Pain.  Fire.  Smoke.  Fear.  Mohommed sucked in all the air that he could, but all that happened was that smoke filled his lungs.  Flames were engulfing his entire body.  What was happening?  The pain was unbearable.  Tears began to form around his eyes but the intense heat immediately evaporated the liquid.  The prophet could see now, but he wished he could not.  He was in a chasm of sorts and he was not alone.  In between the fire and smoke could be seen a hideous creature sat perched on the rock ledge above him, eyeing him.  It was ugly, with blisters and warts covering its face and body.  The being licked its lips and sneered at Mohommed.  The prophet shivered, then shrieked as a ball of flame appeared out of nowhere and rolled up his body.  Terrified, he gasped a quick breath as another flame, this time in the shape of a wall, engulfed him.  The stench of brimstone suddenly was  present and was overwhelming!  Mohommed screamed.  And screamed.  And screamed.  For he knew this place.  It was hell.  And it's name was appropriates.  
     Mohommed had no idea how much time had elapsed when he suddenly was picked up.  He was ascending and more importantly he was getting away from the flames and nasty stench.  The horrible darkness was replaced by light.  Glancing to the side, the confused man noticed he was being carried by what he would have thought was a person, other than the fact that they were moving rapidly through the air.  This being also seemed to glow.  Mohommed's mind reeled.  Perhaps there was some sort of divine mistake.  No.  Allah could make no mistakes.  Perhaps the place of torment was a temporary punishment for sins that a faithful follower of Allah experienced so as to appreciate heaven.  The prophet smiled for the first time since...since he was first deposited in the prison of torment.  Yes, his reward was coming.  Abruptly a light shone and it seemed to be everywhere.  There was no darkness visible, not even a hint of it, in any direction.  He was dropped, though gently, and the strange being was gone.  
     The light suddenly increased in brightness.  It was a strange light, a light such as Mohommed had never seen in his entire life.  A form appeared.  It was a throne and it was large.  The prophet was thrilled!  This was what he had been waiting for!  The time for his reward was finally here.  Allah would award him for his faithfulness!  His body trembled and his heart rejoiced.  He glanced up as a being appeared on the throne, apparently out of nowhere.  Mohommed 's smile went to shock!  It was not when he expected!  For before him, on the throne of judgment, was not Allah, not the one he thought and taught was God!  This was clearly not the one who revealed himself to Mohommed many years ago.  Through the prophet's mind went the thought that perhaps the one on the throne was simply a delegate for Allah but his reasoning quickly rejected that idea.  A throne was for a King, not a delegate.  And this holy throne would be for THE King of Kings, none other but deity, THE one and only true God.  Mohommed was confused.  The figure spoke and as he did, his eyes focused on the prophet.  Mohommed shivered.  Something was wrong.  Terribly wrong.  Those eyes.  They were piercing.  Mohommed shuddered and fear began to creep into his heart.  A powerful voice was heard, apparently from the one on the throne, though it seemed to come from everywhere.  The helpless man's fear turned unto horror as he suddenly considered who it might be before him.  His face contorted and he was now officially terrified.  "I AM The Lord Jesus Christ, Mohommed and this is your final judgment."  The false prophet, the man who gave much of his life teaching, preaching, murdering and massacring in the name of Allah, was wrong.  He screamed  a horrifying scream as he realized the consequences of his error.  Jesus was God.  Mohommed had hated Jesus, slaughtered many who professed to follow Him.  What about his visions of Allah?  They must have been demonic, perhaps from the devil himself.  Those eyes. They continued to pierce through, right to his very soul.  Mohommed was wrong.  Very wrong.  About everything.  Jesus Christ was God and not some idolatrous substitute!  The grief-stricken false prophet dropped to his knees, begging for mercy and crying out "Jesus Christ is Lord," hoping that somehow this acknowledgement of Christ's deity would be cause for leniency during the course of his judgment.  Yet in his heart, Mohommed knew that to expect grace and mercy from the One he had despised, rejected and hated, was futile and hopeless.
     Convicted and found yet in his sins, the false prophet was carried away by an angel.  He was scared beyond description to what lie ahead.  He was also angry at being deceived by this "Allah" that he thought was God.  And bitterly full of hatred for Jesus and for being wrong about Him.  Yet, Mohommed knew that his punishment was just.  He had denied the Holy,  Righteous and True God and the substitutionary sacrifice of Jesus Christ.  It was now too late for his soul to be saved and Mohommed, false prophet and founder of the strong but false religion of Islam, was damned for all eternity.   The angel released his grip and the lost religious leader fell into everlasting torment of the lake of fire.  The only thing louder than the immense noise of the flames was the screams of Mohommed.  


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