The test

 The car stopped in front of a building adorned with an abundance of flowers and gigantic, glamorous glass windows. The scent of blooming flowers filled the air as she got out and ran to the back, her mother following close behind. Mahir opened the door and was immediately hit by the familiar smell of old books and polished wood. The interior hadn't changed one bit in the five years since she was last there. The same books lined the shelves, the same plants added a touch of green, and the same chairs were arranged around the room. The three rooms were still there, and Walta, the same lady from before, was sitting at her usual spot. Overwhelmed with nostalgia, she noticed the only difference: the absence of kids yelling, screaming, and laughing. The silence was almost eerie compared to the lively atmosphere she remembered.

 "Mahir, I will go to the market and purchase the groceries there myself. So, I can wait for you. When you are finished call me. You got that." Her mama said to her as she hugged her. Mahir smiled and nodded.

She smiled and said, "It has been a while Mahir. I can't believe you are already 17." It was expected that this religion would die out within the next 20 years due to its restrictive nature. Many prisoners were forced to convert making Mahir's religion have a bad name. She proceeded to the first room on the right. In the center of the room was a table with five chairs. The same woman from the counter entered and handed her a book. Mahir didn't even glance at the lady; she immediately opened the book.

"Neither can I, either way, let's hurry," Mahir said.

"You are always in a hurry… try to look at the sky sometimes," she said. Mahir rolled her eyes at that statement.

 If I don't rush, then this façade I created will fall with me. Ha, Mrs. Walta if you truly knew me would you still tell me not to rush things? This is how a person will survive living in this hell.

 She didn't want to continue talking to her nodded and asked, "Where is the quill. You only gave me the book?".

 This book is a magical item created by the Lord Almighty. It can only be used for this test, and it can be replicated quite easily, but a person require a license just like for every other little thing including a spoon. Creating objects without having a license is forbidden. They can face up to ten years in prison. Mahir finds all the restraint they put on the use of magic.

 "It is in the blue box on the shelf behind you," she smiled and continued, "Remember do not lie." She knew Mahir already knew all the what's and how's of it all but of course, she will repeat all of it all over again. Mahir rolled her eyes as she sat down with the book and opened to the first page.

 She spoke "Write your name, age, and the name of our temple. The first question doesn't matter. Turn to the next page and the first question will ask about how religious you are out of ten. Underneath 1 is written little or barely and underneath 10 is written a major devotee. The words written underneath these will change depending on the question. Let me go over the rules."

 She was tired of her speaking, so she just stared at a wall and soon she realized she had lost check of time and fifteen minutes had passed, but she continued talking. So, she thought of a way to stop chatting and get her to leave so she could finish this and go home to enjoy her weekend. The best way was to use the lord's saying either they would listen to you or try to correct you. Which is Mahir's case will lead to an argument and Mahir is found arguing and yelling.

 She looked straight into her eyes and spoke, "Ms. Walta as the lord once said the best time for anything is right on time and this will take me five long hours. I would like to go home before the sun sets."

 She sighed and said, "All right, I shall go take my leave." There was a hint of sadness when she turned to walk away. Honestly, she is alone most of the time now that she is 71 and her husband passed away recently. Walta's parents already passed away and her kids and grandkids I believe they only visit on holidays. Mahir didn't care about her sad story.

 As she was about to leave, Mahir spoke, "Wait, do not forget to close the door. I enjoy my privacy".

 She walked away and closed the door behind her quietly. Mahir thought about how stupid this test was and began.

 For the first question, she put a 9. As she saw how big and thick the book was, she felt a strong urge to give up. She wanted to run away and go golfing with Adrien and Kai instead. Nevertheless, she continued for about an hour but had to pause at the 204th question. The first 203 questions were easy to answer, with prompts like, "Do you prefer dogs or cats?" She would write "cats" and then on to the next page, another question would ask, "Have you ever owned a cat?"

 However this question was different: "How harsh should a punishment be for a parent who is abusive?" She realized that the following questions would assess her moral standing. Her mind raced. She had firm morals, but they were twisted.

 She wrote in the book that criminals should be sent to a special prison where they would experience the same suffering they inflicted on their victims. She believes that if a criminal is caught, they should endure the same punishment. For instance, a rapist should have their consent taken away, and a thief should have their wealth gradually stolen until they are in crippling debt, watching themselves fall into utter despair. Mahir could imagine a scene where a thief wouldn't even have enough money left for food in prison. He would beg the guards and even