[color="#008000"] A young woman glides her fingertips across the many ancient texts that she has tirelessly studying at the behest of her mentors over the past 2 years. The many pages of Islam are as a story to her now. She has learned more than much of the world would ever see of these books and she had done so in such a short time frame, she had surpassed the studies of all the other students amongst whom she was a late-comer. Her skin had lightened with a slight paleness during her confinement to studies, but she was vibrant and healthy. Warm-heartedly, she smiled at her own acheivement, a silent celebration with the utmost modesty. As she turned, a hand rested itself on her shoulder. An ancient man who had watched over her journey throughout, suddenly broke the silence.
[i]"Majida, it is time for the final phase of the cause of Allah, the most gracious and merciful. Now is the time when we welcome the whole of the world, to the House of Islam."[/i]
Majida's eyes gleamed at the words spoken, her mission was unraveling before her. [i]"Finally, clarity!"[/i], she shouted inside. [i]"The hand of Allah has come down and touched the earth. I serve Him. He awaits me."
[center]"Let it be known."[/i] [/color][/center]