Dave then turned around and continued to slam his fists on Theresa. She held her arms over her head as she tried to protect herself.
"ALL I ASKED WAS FOR YOU TO DO THAT DANCE!" Dave screamed at his wife as he continued to pounce.
Blood started dripping out of the top of Theresa's head. She was also leaking from her face. Tears were coming out of her eyes.
Shekira regained her balance and tried again to get in between. He started pulling and nudging on Dave's shirt.
"YOU'RE HURTING MOMMY!" Shekira cried out.
Dave ignored her. He had consumed too much alcohol. Nothing was on his mind except one thing... "Theresa".
He quickly drew out a small semi gray Smith & Wesson M&P9 M2.0 Metal 9mm from his back pocket.
He cocked the pistol and pointed it at Theresa. She was still covering her head with her arms. She glanced up and saw the silver barrel aimed at her.
She looked at it with open eyes. There was a few seconds of silence. Theresa didn't blink.
"Da-David..." She finally said in a low tone of voice.
Dave fired three rapid shots. The first bullet went between her forehead. The second one was on her cheek. The third shot hit the side of her face. Theresa collapsed on the floor with her eyes opened. She was dead.
Shekira looked at her mother as she was on the floor. She wondered why her mother was laid on the floor like that, and why was her eyes wide open?
She knew not. Two years of age Shekira was. Her little toddler mind was too feeble to fully grasp what just happened.
Dave then dropped with both knees on the floor. He started at the semi gray Smith and Wesson. Then he turned around and looked at his daughter.
"I love you." He quickly said.
Then he opened his mouth and put the burner in it. He quickly fired one shot and dropped to the floor dead.
"You okay?" Abdul calmly said.
Shay blinked twice and snapped out the suspended dwalm she was in. Shay was laying on the floor behind Abdul. She quickly rose up.
"What happened?" She said.
Abdul looked at her with a concerned look, then he smiled.
"I finished my Salah." He said.
"Thank you." He added.
"How did I get over here?" She asked.
Abdul continued to smile. "Are you hungry?"
There was a brief pause. Shay stared at Abdul and said. She was recollecting her recent nostalgic attack. She wanted to ask him what just happened.
"Is Tabitha still up?" Abdul asked.
Shay blinked twice. "Wh-who?"
"Your grandmother."
"Oh... Yeah, she should be. What time is it?"
Abdul pulled out his phone from his pocket.
"Fifteen minutes to midnight." He replied.
"Oh. It's still early. She should be downstairs." Shay said.
"Okay." Abdul said then he turned around and started walking.
"Do you like tuna fish?" Abdul asked as he walked to the door.
"Huh?" Shay asked.
Abdul stopped walking and he turned his whole body around to face Shay.
"My brother Nouman gave me some tuna and pasta salad. Would you like some?"
"No. I'm okay." Shay replied.
"You sure?"
"Ye-yeah." Shay said.
Abdul then turned his full body around and walked out the door. Shay was still crouched on the floor. She buried her head in her lap and stared crying.
All the lights were off downstairs. Tabitha was laying down on the couch. She had her legs folded with a white blanket over her, she was sleeping. Abdul walked over to the kitchen and turned the light on, then he went back to the living room where Tabitha was.
"Mother." Abdul softly said. He gently nudged on the blanket.
"Oh mother dearest..." Abdul said as he nudged on the blanket slightly harder.
Tabitha blinked both her eyes open.
"I'm sorry mommy, were you sleeping." Abdul asked.
"Well I had my eyes closed, and it's midnight." Replied Tabitha.
Abdul gave a huge smile. "So you wasn't sleeping. Wonderful!"
Abdul sat down on the floor next to her. "May I please talk to you."
"Yes. About what?"
"About Islam and God, or Allah." Abdul said as he sat on the floor and folded his legs.
"Okay." Tabitha said and sat up on the couch, she still had her white blanket over her.
"There is only one God, Allah." Abdul held up his index finger.
"Allah is the Creator of all. He created every religion, but He only ordaines for Islam to be followed. Does that make sense mommy?" Abdul said.
There was a short pause as both parties stared at each other.
"What if he is a kindred Christian man. Will he be saved by god?"
"Absolutely not. There's no such thing as a kindred Christian man. That may just be how you or the public perceives him. In order for you to be kindred you have to believe in God." Abdul held up his index fingers again.
"And there is only one God. This Christian man will undoubtedly be in the hellfire for all eternity." Abdul continued.
"Isn't that a bit harsh?" Tabitha asked.
Abdul quickly shook his head.
"Absolutely not mommy! Allah is the Most Wise." Abdul said.
There was another pause. She turned her head to the side.
"What's wrong mommy?" Abdul asked with a concerned tone of voice.
"That's brutal." Tabitha finally said.
"I agree, sorta. Allah is Matteen, He's firm, authoritative. Hellfire is definitely brutal. The punishment in the grave is definitely brutal. But is Allah brutal? Mhmm... No mommy. Because 'brutality' is an adjective, and an adjective is a word, a word is a creation. Allah or God does not resemble the creation in any way." Abdul said.
"Does that make sense?" He added.
"No."
"Okay. So there is one Allah. He is the Creator. Everything besides Allah is a creation that Allah Himself created. He is not similar to any of His creation in any way." Said Abdul.
"What is a creation?" Tabitha asked.
"I'm glad you asked mother. A creation is defined as 'anything other than Allah'. That includes your imagination or what you imagine in your mind. Because that is also a creation in your mind."