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Muhammed, The Prophet
"I just really wish everyone should just get along. Don't you think so?" Gabriel reclined against the camel skin rug, one hand cradling his head as he spoke.
"Indeed," the mortal man said.
"I mean it all comes down to," the angel cast about, "to family. It's always about loving your family- and in heaven everyone's family so you love everyone. It's really nice most of the time, until someone disobeys. Then it's all about rules. You can't exctly disobey rules when God's the one making them."
"I see how it does remove the act of questioning authority."
"Dude, we should totally write down one of our conversations at some point- I bet they would be really inspiring." Gabriel chewed the honey laced almonds in the bowel, wishing they were sweeter.
"I think I might one day, but who would be interested in reading it?"
The angel shrugged. "Hey man, if you had met Luke you would never think that anyone would read anything he wrote, but look at him now- gospel writer and all that. Straight up rags to riches story! you know, literacy speaking."
Muhammed looked thoughtful. "Would I have to become a Prophet?"
"Nah, just blame me for it."
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