The universe is a fascinating thing, really. A winding double helix that wonders scientists and astronomers to this day. How was it created? Where is it heading? I am only young, but I think I have made a decent hypothesis, so please, correct me if I am wrong. The universe was created by Allah, from a single moleclar atom. It expanded, and is STILL expanding now. It grows evermore complex with every second, every minute, every hour. Where is it heading? Well, me and most likely many others have come up with the conclusion that our universe is reaching ultimate complexity, otherwise known as God. The speed of which we get there is based on good and evil. What is good and evil? Well, good is any act that bolsters, helps or speeds up the journey towards ultimate complexity. Such as love. If we love each other, we are stronger, we are many, speeding up the complexity as us as a species. Likewise, evil is any act that slows down our journey to ultimate complexity. Such as murder. If we killed each other, what would happen? All these millions of years of evolution will be swept away with time, as the human race, a mere speck of dust on the spectrum, is gone. That would be a mere pushback in the Universe's journey. So killing slows the journey down. But how can we decide if something is good or evil? Ask yourself this question. What would happen if everybody did the action? Would we prosper? Or plunge into darkness? Would the light, the beautiful language of God, be whisped away from our grasp? These are questions philosophers have been asking themselves for years, to find out how we came to exist. Thanks for readíng, hope you enjoyed, it was just something I had been thinking about.

Here is how the original story goes:

Heroic men, tall and strong, gathered outside the walls of Jerusalem, teeth bared, swords ready to slice through evil Saracens and take back the holy city. These are the crusaders.

You sure?

In reality, those 'Saracens' pretty much obliterated the 'mighty' crusaders, whilst being generous about it. Arabic doctors used newer methods to heal injured, helpless crusaders. On the other hand, Christian doctors, even with a small scratch, decided to chop off the limb altogether. I guess the phrase "Better safe than sorry'' really comes into account here.

Second, leader of the Seljuks(aka ruthless Saracens), Saladin, pretty much vanquished the crusaders altogether! Once, as the story goes, Saladin was about to lay siege to a Byzantian castle, but upon realizing that a wedding was taking place decided to delay the attack. Courteous gentleman indeed!

So, dear readers, if ever a person tells you about the 'noble' crusaders, show them this. And have a camera ready too.

The air smelt of blood. It silently drifted to me, whispering danger and caution as I rumbled down the path towards Steven's house. Then, I saw it through the corner of my eye. The smell of blood thickened, intoxicating me in it's brick walls, forcing me down on my knees. Stumbling down the plateau, I reached the source of death. A mangled body lay, half covered in reeds. Apprehensive as I was, I knelt down beside the body. The corpse of a young boy, too young to have died so soon. I pulled the boy's hat off, revealling him. Steven.

There he sat. Babbling on about the jail bars. If only he knew what the rest of the world just so happenned to. That men of tall egos and short legs, who had nothing to do with him in life, were bickering like children over his fate. Not that his fate mattered anymore, now that his life had restarted. I stroked his head. He knew not who I was, nor who he was, merely that he was alive. I cry for him each night and day, praying they will allow him to die. It is more humane to let a man die, and remember his long life, rather than take away everything he knew and loved, and make him live life again.

Living to die. That is our purpose in life. Merely a speck of dust on the Timeline. Our world, our beautiful world, like a havenly slaughterhouse. Each of us, after a long yet surprisingly short life, pulled by Death as we grasp on to our remaining breaths. Yet, no one can save you as you're driven down the tunnel of light. It's worse for me. A mere copy of another, uncared for like rats in the sewers. No personality, no voice, no emblem, no beliefs, no friends or family, just the timer towards a cruel death in the slaughterhouse called home.

As darkness crept in from atop the night sky, all I could do was stand in my room and watch as my fear grew inside me. A flash. That was all I saw, and then darkness. Fear overwhelmed me as I pounced into bed, until...

I saw it in the corner, a mere memory from last year, the night I was all alone, nothing but murkiness surrounding me. I had lost my way home, not a single person around, just me and Darkness, fighting for survival. I looked so scared, so alone, as I watched on.

Then, all went blank