The King

    Early in the morning the crowd began to come together, they came from near and far to witness an event that no man has ever survived, they surrounded the caldron of hot oil in anticipation, for they believed this King to be a source of deity.There was talk amongst the crowd of this one bringing fear to the leaders.The soldiers marched the condemned King through the gate to face his judgment. Standing before his accusers the Ayatollah wasted no time in reading the book of justice, "The Imam has pleaded his case!" he said, "You are found guilty of the charge of blaspheme against Islam!, he took a deep breath, "The judges have spoken...and your judgment is death!", the Ayatollah decreed. The King raised his head to the heavens then closed his eyes in silent prayer, now ready to accept this cup. "Go!, move this man from my sight!", the Ayatollah commanded, "The people await!" The soldiers walked the condemned King up the few steps and to the arched opening, and upon seeing their condemned King the people roared their approval. "My king!, My King!, My King! they chanted loud and clear, "Show them who you are!" and the condemned King raised his head in prayer once more asking forgiveness of his people. Suddenly hands pushed and the King descended into the hot caldron. The crowd gasped, and there for a moment came a screaming silence that could be heard in heaven, the clouds darkend and rumbled as the many tears flooded the road. All of a sudden, they saw a head come up from the caldron followed by hands raised to the heavens and the crowd roared once again in jubilation for their King had survivred hIs fall into the caldron. The soldiers, the Imam, the judges and the Ayatollah were severely stunned upon seeing this King rise up from the caldron with breath. They now feared an uprising from the people for the truest God had spoken his message in this Kings glory,