Staking His Claim

Mohammad attended the next MSA meeting, despite not being a student. Carrie was in the backroom, focusing on making snacks for the students. Ayesha called her into the main room. Mohammad looked serious. Deadly serious.

"I have gotten to know Carrie over these past many months," Mohammad started. Everyone looked to him, as they always did. He was a leader.

"Carrie ... when we started, what were you?" Carrie looked down, ashamed.

"A harlot. A whore. A ... Christian," she said, biting her lip.

"And you are still those things today, are you not?"

"Y-y-yes, Mohammad."

"So I tell you, before my brothers and sisters. If you accept Allah. If you accept Islam. If you recite the Shahada at the mosque, and become a Muslim ... I will marry you. Even knowing your history as a harlot." Carrie dropped to her knees, crying.

"Oh, thank you, Mohammad. Thank you." It was the happiest day of her life.