“Waaa-hoo!” yelled Nayla zooming down the road. Then to her surprise, no one in site. She just passed the breaking point between city and the wasteland that is Africa.
After an hour or so, her stolen Roll’s Royce’s triple black was low on gas. She stopped to look around. A sign up the road said,”1500 miles to next Gas Station.” So driving the next 250 miles on nothing but fumes. A man on the side of the road waved and yelled, “STOP!”
She hit the brakes as fast as she could. The car came to a screeching halt. As she rolled down the window, the man walked to the car. He said, ”Hey Stranger! Would you know if there be anything nearby?”
She replied, “No. There is nothing nearby. I’ve come from miles away.” While stating this, her eyes glanced over the gas meter. ”Empty…” She whispered to herself. “What’s that you say?” Doing the same, he understood what she meant.
Later as they walked in any direction they thought would lead them to civilization. She dropped to her knees. “Something wrong?” said the man.
“I wish I could of asked for forgiveness.” She admitted defeat. She was ready to be put to Judgment in Heaven. As she feel to the ground, the man reached out his hand, and toke his daughter to the Holy Land of Righteousness.
Rest in Peace. Nayla Russal.