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Reverting

Carrie was at the mosque, in her burqa, with Mohammad and Ayesha and imam. She was on her knees, in submission. This was the moment of her rebirth. She touched her forehead to the rug in front of her.

"Ash-hadu an la ilaha illa Allah, Wa ash-hadu anna Muhammadan Rasulu-Allah," she said. She had it memorized. I bear no witness that there is no God but Allah, and Muhammad is the messenger of Allah. She cried, after, the moment overcoming her. She had surrendered. To Mohammad, yes, but to Islam, to Allah. She'd read the Quran twice through now. She was an observant Muslim. She'd been conquered by Mohammad without even a touch or a kiss. She would now be breeding stock for her conqueror.