The burning of the Quran, what a missed opportunity. Everyone would’ve tuned in LIVE on their TV or the internet to see the event. The cameras would pan across the faces of the crowd, contempt, chaos and derision on every face, young and old alike. After a long ritualist opening, we zoom in on the Quran, lying on a beautifully ornate, golden plate. It’s ancient pages gently fluttering in the wind. A ceremonial pitcher is used to pour an oily flammable liquid, the books pages fall heavy, the book swells and darkens in color. A long wooden match is produced and lit. As the open flame makes contact … Nothing … The match extinguishes itself … An absolute quiet envelopes the crowd. A gentle wind picks up, and begins to swirl. Clouds darken, and flash. Thunder echos and rolls in the distance, lightening eventually strikes. Without warning, an unearthly voice booms, “Humans! I am Allah, you dare destroy these sacred texts? Now, you shall pay … WITH YOUR LIVES!”, a shadowy ghostlike figure appears towering over the masses, not quite visible to the naked eye. But from the east, what’s this?! “Allah, I AM the true GOD, it is I - Jehovah!” A giant sandaled foot comes down from the clouds and smashes a car. “These are MY people, this event was sanctioned by me, IT … IS … MY … WILL.”, “Now’s not the time Jehovah, no way you want some of this!”, warns Allah. “Oh, but you’re wrong, I do Allah, It is on, until the break of dawn!”, Jehovah declares. (or something like that)
The burning of the Quran, what a missed opportunity.

Everyone would’ve tuned in LIVE on their TV or the internet to see the event. The cameras would pan across the faces of the crowd, contempt, chaos and derision on every face, young and old alike. After a long ritualist opening, we zoom in on the Quran, lying on a beautifully ornate, golden plate. It’s ancient pages gently fluttering in the wind. A ceremonial pitcher is used to pour an oily flammable liquid, the books pages fall heavy, the book swells and darkens in color. A long wooden match is produced and lit. As the open flame makes contact …

Nothing … The match extinguishes itself …

An absolute quiet envelopes the crowd. A gentle wind picks up, and begins to swirl. Clouds darken, and flash. Thunder echos and rolls in the distance, lightening eventually strikes.

Without warning, an unearthly voice booms, “Humans! I am Allah, you dare destroy these sacred texts? Now, you shall pay … WITH YOUR LIVES!”, a shadowy ghostlike figure appears towering over the masses, not quite visible to the naked eye.

But from the east, what’s this?! “Allah, I AM the true GOD, it is I - Jehovah!” A giant sandaled foot comes down from the clouds and smashes a car. “These are MY people, this event was sanctioned by me, IT … IS … MY … WILL.”, “Now’s not the time Jehovah, no way you want some of this!”, warns Allah. “Oh, but you’re wrong, I do Allah, It is on, until the break of dawn!”, Jehovah declares.

(or something like that)