Chuab Ahmed

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"Allah Akbar.."

Multiple muffled voices. They surface the spiritual house to followers of Islam, the house known as 'Mosque'. A plain yet speckless red carpet is the only thing on the floor, these Muslims like to take pride in appearance you see. Above the ground, there are a dozen of chandeliers hung from the ceiling, just there to illuminate the Islamic place of worship. Footsteps are heard from the right hand side, so the camera refocuses on the approaching footsteps. The person whose footsteps halted the attention, is wearing a white Taqiyah, and also wearing a long, cream coloured, Kurta shirt with sandalwood buttons, and also Kurta bottoms with the same colour. With an unorthodox white dyed goatee, not advised by Islam, this man of mystery is Chuab Ahmed. Chuab is grinning, whilst holding a blue prayer mat, with star patterns surrounding a Mosque, between his right arm and his right side of the body. Ahmed grabs the prayer mat with his right hand, and then places his left hand on it, he then places it, so that it is vertically in-line with the door frame. Looking at the camera yet again, Chuab Ahmed begins to speak whilst smirking, looking in a rather pleasant mood.

"Assalamu Alaikum, my name is Chuab Ahmed. Jeise, Danny Diamond, T.K. All of these men made 2WWF their home, in the dying days of the company. They were only satisfied with their home because they got the opportunity to gain something, to hurt somebody, to be internationally known. What separates me from these people then, would be the generic question. Is it my hunger? No. I don't have a hunger, and I can live without food as the Ramadan Fast proved. Is it my larger than life attitude? Seeing as I have none, no. I am grateful for all of Allah's teachings, and it is him. It is him, who influenced me to become a better man for this planet. For this world.

So what separates me? One word. Faith. Allah gave me a chance to redeem myself, to make myself a better person. And I've done so, by convincing people, by encouraging people, to follow Islam, and become a faithful Muslim. You see, what makes me different from you stupid people, is that I don't look at somebody by examining their skin colour. No. I look at the person, by their mannerisms, as Allah taught me to. It's not your face or your skin, which receives any sort of respect from me, it's the fact that you stay true to who you are.

Last night, I encountered three Afghani born girls at the Mosque, and watched them go. As they left, you know what they did? THEY REMOVED THE HIJAB!"

Raising his voice, Chuab is enraged at the mention of the trio of Afghanistan born girls, and cringes as he yells the offence of the young ladies. The prayer room gains itself an echo, as Ahmed puts his head down, face first into his palm, ashamed of what he had done. Although physically isolated, he shouted in the house of Allah. He closes his eyes, and then drops onto his knees whilst on the prayer mat. He leans forward and places both hands onto the ground, praying to his father Allah. He remains in this position for ten seconds, and then leans back-straight, remaining kneeling on his blue prayer mat. He then resumes to speak, looking more calm than when he had that spontaneous fit, which he refuses to look into hindsight. It seems like he is going to speak anyway. It finally reaches to the conclusion, Chuab Ahmed is rapping in the sacred Mosque.

"Yo. This is to Al Hamas. Get Ready. Go go go.
You can be White, Black, Asian or not
Are you joining this invasion or what?
And I start quit-raging alot
After asking, is taken or not?
Nobody wants me, to sit near them
They don't wanna hear em, but I hear them
'Cause I have my limits, have no choice but to fear them!

Extorting is my second career
Listen up, all my brothers in here
This is what I want my brothers to hear
Stay here, you have no others to fear
You're a Muslim, with a black face
The future poster boy of the black race
Whites have sex for a hundredth of the day
Ask a black girl, how long a black man takes
Usually it doesn't matter what is your colour
As long as you follow my main man Allah
Come to the Mosque, and donate a Dollar
But don't be white man, with a White collar"

Looking calmly into the lens, squinting his eyes a slight, pouting his lips, Chuab says one final monologue with a soft tone, trying not to raise his voice.

"Now you know everything about me, you know that I am called Chuab Ahmed. You know that I am a proud follower of Allah. You know what my purpose in 2WWF will be. All I can do now, is advise you, to convert to Islam, because there are only two sorts of people on planet Earth. There's my kind of people, the Muslims. And then there are the other sort of people, known as non-Muslims, or for choice of better words. Terrorism. Go to the following website, http(dot)en(dot)wikipedia(dot)org/wiki/9/11_conspiracy_theories. After reading this page, tell me what you think about Islam, and our ways. Now that's what I call the chain of events."

Chuab puts his hand over the camera, and the brown palm of Ina Di Ghetto's covers the lens, so that the screen is pitch black, and nothing is seen. Finish.