1 The Religions

Mr and Mrs Harren of Christ Street, House 4, were living a luxurious and happy life with their only son, Abrahim, a teenager. Well, who knows what secret that big villa, The Harren House, was hiding that it never had any maid or helper.

What else it could be than a pleasant morning when the whole of Christ Street was almost silent but not The Harren House.

"Suzan!" Jackson Harren called loudly while coming downstairs. His voice echoed in the big living room of the villa.

Talking about how Jackson Harren looked, let's say he was slim n smart with good looks. A man with chocolate brown hair and little blue eyes on his pale white-coloured handsome face. He was very charming indeed but his anger was the worst thing.

Jackson Harren was the CEO of the biggest AI and IT Company in Toronto, Canada, named Big Bang Solutions. Jackson along with Mike Woodgood and Morris Dorrage, the Vice Presidents of the company, was running the company successfully. Jackson, Mike, Morris and a senior and well-known employee of the company, Antonio Mark, were best friends.

How come a well-known man like Harren had had not any enemy? Sounds good but once a very near and dear friend of his was now his biggest enemy, the reason is pretty simple. He was a hazardous man as he was confirmed to be part of the Illuminati.

And how many of us know about Illuminati? Maybe everyone or maybe no one. Well, who are Illuminati? I have heard that the people who are Illuminati sell their souls to Satan. We can say they deal their souls for something like it can be fame or money or maybe love, who knows? Illuminati is an exposed secret society. In other words, Illuminati is taking over the world and we are unaware of it as we are closing our eyes to an open truth. Illuminati conveys secret messages to the whole world through the world's weaknesses. Illuminati is trying to normalize the New World Order and for that, the youth is the biggest target. People, who are Illuminati, have fame and money or anything that they want in life but they have no control over themselves, we know the reason, they have already sold their souls to Satan.

We should know that Sivic Great was Jackson's best friend. He, Harren, Dorrage, Woodgood and Mark were best friends. They all called each other Soul mates.

According to them, "Soul mates are not always lovers or partners; they can be those you call best friends". And yes! Maybe it's true. But then, what happened to these soul mates?

A day came which changed things. Sivic betrayed his soul mates which broke all the relations between them. He, instead, created a new relationship with Illuminati. Jackson and all others never knew the situation and tried to befriend Sivic again but maybe it was impossible now.

"In the kitchen, Jackson!" Suzan replied softly from the kitchen. Her soft low voice hardly reached Jackson.

Suzan was a sweetheart woman, a community-appreciated, humble and gentle personality. Her pale face had freckles and medium brownish eyes and the same medium brown hair.

Jackson caught her words, went to the kitchen, and found Suzan pouring orange juice into a glass.

"Still feeling sleepy?" Suzan asked with a smile, watching Jackson's swollen eyes.

"It was barely 6 hours", Jackson replied, massaging his face with his hands "life of a CEO".

"6 hours! Sound any less to you?" Suzan asked while she kept on smiling and watching Jackson with sweet gazes.

"Nahh!" Jackson paused "maybe yes", he added and both chuckled.

"Err—Jackson!" Suzan said, Jackson took her eyes, "We have to go church today--- you remember?" she reminded Jackson.

"Oh, thanks! I almost forgot. Such a bad mind", Jackson replied and tapped his forehead once with closed eyes.

"Jackson! What about Abrahim?" she asked nervously. Her expression changed.

"What about him? He knows he never goes to church", Jackson explained without taking Suzan's eye, "and this ain't new to him".

"But he's so desperate to know the reason", Suzan said while watching Jackson, "last time he questioned me about that" she added nervously.

"We can't take him with us".

"Who's not going to go with you?" came Abrahim's voice who was entering the kitchen.

"Look who's here!" said Jackson, changing the topic instantly "Morning, Buddy!" he added.

"Good Morning, dad," Abrahim said and smiled sweetly, shaking hands with Jackson in a friendly manner "Morning, mom".

Suzan kissed the boy's head with love, "Good Morning, sweetheart".

"So! What were you guys talking about?" he asked and picked an apple from the plate, took a bite and watched his parents. But their sight towards him was blank.

"Well! It's Sunday! And maybe we can have nice conversations--- and breakfast. I mean, we are free today, right? Luckily there's enough time to spend the day together! What do you say?" Jackson said diverting Abrahim's attention from the previous topic.

"Not really! Already planned to go out with Lora and Henry, we need to think about work on the upcoming project" Abrahim said and winked his eye to Jackson got his point and both giggled.

"Ay! You two! Stop" Suzan said and on this, both men laughed. "You must leave for your friends then", Suzan added. Abrahim took Jackson's eye who indicated him to say yes so he said, "Oh mom! I guess you're right. I-I must leave for my buddies, okay then".

He put the apple on the shelf, again shook his hand with Jackson, hugged Suzan, took the apple back and went out of the kitchen, murmuring "An apple a day, keeps the doctor away".

When he went out of sight, Jackson took Suzan's eye, who looked worried for Abrahim.

The door's shutting sound could be heard in the villa.

Abrahim wanted to take the car but he was not allowed to do that so he walked to the bus stop directly. On his way, he saw some male students walking beside the road, on the pavement.

"Grant equal and protective rights to the Muslims" they were saying as they were walking on the pavement. Abrahim watched, the signal was red and those people who were protesting were crossing the road. Soon the vehicles were able to move because those people passed on, without making any violence on the road. Also, the signal was green.

Generally, the way of protest was violent against laws and regulations of the states, Abrahim knew that, so it was new to see a such peaceful protest.

Abrahim reached the stop where he found Lora Woodgood, Mike Woodgood's daughter and Henry Dorrage, son of Morris Dorrage. All three, Abrahim, Lora and Henry were best friends. Abrahim joined his friends and all three started having their usual conversation.

Now let's discuss what Lora and Henry looked like.

Lora was a pretty girl who had perfectly matched brown eyes and hair with almond brown skin. She was Mike Woodgood's daughter, the Vice President of Big Bang Solutions.

Henry Dorrage was more British and less Canadian by looks. A handsome boy with grey eyes and reddish brown hair, still not a ginger head. Henry was very intelligent but he always called Jay Hope the most genius among them.

The trio had gathered to see their friend, Jay Hope's mother who was sick, first and then to have lunch together.

The bus arrived late than its usual time. When all people got in, the bus started its journey.

"Some guys were protesting, saying -err- something like, about Muslims", Abrahim said after a little time.

"Yeah, the reason bus was not on time", said Henry and watched outside without saying a word about Muslims.

Lora thought for a while and said "There is this religion, Islam and Muslims are the followers, maybe".

"Yeah maybe"

"Very well Lora! Since when did you find religions interesting?" Henry said and slapped Lora's back forcefully "Impressive!".

"Okay, okay man! That was bad" she said and Henry chuckled "anyways, Abrahim! What about that assignment? Have you done that? I needed help with it" she was talking about the assignment when Abrahim interrupted and asked thoughtfully "Which one?".

"Oh! Leave the assignment you are talking about for a moment. Now tell me are you guys coming to church next Sunday?" said Henry as though he had something special to tell.

"I guess so", Lora said while searching for something in her backpack "This one! Yeah, Abrahim! It's the 'Al and IT's known relation with Mathematics'! Have you done this?" Lora asked showing Abrahim her pen tablet.

It was not a graphics pen tablet, in fact, it was one of the special inventions of one of the oldest and best cellphone companies, Blue-Mage, later modified by another well-known company of all times, Samsung. Blue-Mage specially designed it for early educators and students.

Lora had it for not so long but barely for the last 5 months as it was modified a year ago, hardly.

"Oh, would you please leave it for a moment I said; it's a request, okay? Now please!" Henry said aggressively, snatching the backpack and the tablet.

"Oops! Sorry, now would you please give me that? And again what were you talking about? Oh, the church, right?" said Lora taking her things back slowly from Henry who was watching her with narrow eyes "Of course! I will" she added.

"And you Abrahim?" said Henry to Abrahim as he found him in his dream world from the last few minutes. Only he and Lora were talking.

"Hmm? I guess so. But I-I never went to church before, I'm not allowed to"

"What happened bud? Everything's okay?"

"Yeah of course" Abrahim lied.

"You sure, Bram?" asked Lora watching him, looking a little anxious.

"Here we arrived at our destination", Abrahim said. Maybe he ignored their questions or better unlistened to them or probably he didn't listen in reality.

"That's not a reply to our questions, buddy!" Lora said seriously, her tone could confirm she was serious.

"Lora's right", said Henry and watched Abrahim.

Abrahim took their eyes one by one and convincingly replied "Oh! Come on guys. It's just a little thought, nothing much. Come on, now stop the questions here. You know how much I hate it".

"Ohkay boy! As you say" Henry said.

Lora who was quiet took Henry's eye and shook her head as if she expected something else. Henry shook his head in 'no' first and then indicated to her, with his eyes, to let it go as Abrahim said.

Jay Hope was the most intelligent student in their class and one of the most genius-brained students in the entire institution. Jay was the trio's other good friend. His father, Amrias Hope was running one of the biggest Canadian textile industries named Hope Textiles. However, his beautiful mother always felt sick.

Jay was a very obedient boy and from a young age, he took care of his mother despite having enough servants to take help from, he always preferred to be with his ill mother himself instead of leaving her to servants.

Jay knew how hardworking his father was and how much he struggled to make his company Canada's one of the best textile companies, that's why Jay always took care of his mother and listened to what his father said.

The trio spent quality time in Jay's home. They had planned to go out for lunch but they preferred staying at Jay's place to give Jay and his mom warm company. All three had lunch with Jay and his mom.

"What about sharing that thought--of you, with us?" Lora said as she observed Abrahim being thoughtful the entire day.

"Yeah! I want that too, buddy!" said Henry, looking sure that Abrahim was going to tell them about what he had been giving so much attention to.

"Well, the thing is pretty small, nonexistent for us. I mean it's none of our business but it just put me in thoughts" Abrahim replied on his friends' forcing.

"Yes, what is it? Tell me please".

"Muslims! Yeah, I mean-- I found them pretty interesting".

"Come on dude! That was just a protest you said" said Lora looking pretty disappointed.

"Yes, dude! Lora's right. You had been thinking about Muslims? Don't be silly. We aren't Muslims! Okay? I know for humanity maybe, but let it go. Clear your mind bro!" said Henry trying to convince him so that he doesn't think about Muslims much.

"I guessss sooo" said Abrahim nodding his head lightly in a tired mood.

On reaching home, he listened to his parents talking about him. He didn't want to hide and listen to everything so he entered the big living room and said, "I'm back!".

"Oh, my dear son", Suzan said and smiled at Abrahim who smiled back and waved his hand with love. Jackson looked at the boy with love and said "How was the day, bestie?"

"It was fine".

"Oh, nice! I guess we must leave now" Jackson said.

"Leave? For where?"

"For your aunt, Alexandra's home", told Suzan and got up to her feet.

"For what exactly?" asked Abrahim.

"She invited some friends for dinner", Suzan told him gently.

"All elders", Jackson said and all three chuckled.

"And your dinner will be here in some time".

"Err-- Pizza?" Abrahim asked, or maybe guessed.

"Yess, once in a while treat", Jackson said and both laughed while Suzan just smiled and said nothing.

"Okay then, have a good time".

"You too, son!" said Jackson and smiled.

"Goodbye sweetheart", said Suzan and they both left Abrahim alone in the living room. Just after a moment, Abrahim heard the door being shut. His parents had left. Now Abrahim was all alone in that big house and had more time to spare for what he wanted to do.