Heavy is the lot of the chosen one, for heavy is the right hand of God that rests on his forehead. Great is the destiny of the chosen one, for fire burns in his palms. His name was Mika, but he called himself El-Murid, and that was the name of his people that they obeyed his word, for they knew: in his word there is Power. The armies rose at his sign, for they knew: his cause was just, and God, who sent him, would grant victory to his warriors. The days of war have come. Holy war. The desert will be stained with blood, the smoke of conflagrations will rise into the sky. Thousands and thousands will fall in the name of the prophet. In the name of God. In the name of Truth.