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As the dawn broke, people began returning after finishing their rituals. Their king, Nimrud, walked ahead of them with pride. Behind him marched his soldiers.
Nimrud was praising a man named Terah — the one who crafted idols of their gods.
"Terah, you did a wonderful job creating these idols," Nimrud said proudly.
Terah smiled and bowed slightly. "Your Majesty, thank you. Hearing such words from you makes me truly happy."
Nimrud — known across the land for his cruelty and arrogance — still had one fear in his heart. There was one man he couldn't fully understand or control… Abraham.
It all began when Abraham openly rejected their gods. Nimrud sent soldiers to capture him, but none could even touch Abraham. When Nimrud himself confronted him, Abraham threw him back with a single strike — as if divine strength flowed through his veins.
From that day, a faint but deep fear grew inside Nimrud's heart whenever he heard Abraham's name.
Now, Nimrud and Terah were entering the city of Ur. The nobles and citizens followed behind them, covered in dust from the ritual ground. They had just finished a human sacrifice — the offering of the eldest — to please their gods in exchange for blessings: fertile lands, fertile women, and prosperity for their kingdom.
But as they entered Ur, something felt strange. The streets were quiet… too quiet.
It wasn't the calm of peace — it was the calm before horror.
The women entered their homes first — and then, the first scream pierced through the silence.
Everyone froze.
Then came another scream. And another.
Within moments, the city of Ur was filled with cries of terror. Something was wrong. Something unholy was happening or Happened inside their sacred city.
Everyone hurried to the center of the city to see what was happening. When they arrived, they were shocked.
All their idols—their so-called gods—were lying broken on the ground.
Nabu, Minurta, Adad, Ishkur, Imlil, Enki, Ishtar, Nergal, Ereshkigal, and even the great one, Shehmesh, the god of the sun.
Every idol was destroyed… except Shehmesh's statue.
That one was still standing tall, holding a large wooden stick in its hand—as if it was the one who broke all the others.
Seeing this, Terah froze. His mind went blank for a moment, then a flashback hit him hard.
No… no, no… Abraham… what have you done? thought Terah, panic rising in his chest.
He remembered everything—his son Abraham, the boy his late wife Rania gave birth to before dying. Terah had raised Abraham with all the love he had. He thought his son was pure and innocent, but… he always asked too many questions.
He still remembered that one day when young Abraham looked at him and said,
"Father, why do you worship something that cannot hear, cannot see, and cannot help you?"
Terah had shouted in anger,
"If you don't stop saying these things, I'll stone you! Leave me alone!"
He thought it was just childish curiosity. He never imagined Abraham would truly defy their gods.
Years passed. Abraham grew up and married two women—Hagar and Sarah. Both became believers in his words. Even his nephew Lot began to follow him and question the idols.
Terah didn't stop them, because deep down, Abraham was a good son. He was kind, obedient, and wise… except when it came to the gods. That was the only thing he refused to bow to.
But this—this was something huge. Destroying all the idols of Ur… it was madness.
The flashback ended. Terah looked around and saw the crowd whispering in fear and rage. Everyone already knew who was responsible.
And then… Nimrud shouted in fury,
"ABRAHAM!"
His voice echoed across the city.
Even Terah was shocked. Nimrud—the mighty king who feared no one—was enraged at his son. He had always feared Abraham's strength, but now his anger burned brighter than his fear.
Terah's heart pounded. He didn't know what would happen to his son. The people's eyes burned with the same hatred as their king's.
Then, suddenly… a calm voice answered,
"Oh? You're calling me?"
Everyone turned.
Abraham appeared from the crowd, walking slowly toward them. His eyes were calm, yet sharp like lightning. His presence alone made the air heavy.
Nimrud glared at him.
"What happened here, Abraham?"
Abraham looked at him, then at the people, acting surprised.
"What happened? Oh, you won't believe what I just saw."
"What are you talking about?!" Nimrud shouted.
The people began yelling too, anger and confusion filling the air.
Abraham raised his hand lightly and said with a faint smile,
"When you all left Ur for the rituals… something interesting happened here."
"Well, you won't believe it," Abraham said with a straight face.
"When you all left, there was a fight between Nabu, Minurta, Ishkur, Enlil, Enki, Ishtar, Nergal, Ereshkigal, and Pesu. They fought each other to prove who was stronger—who was above the rest. But then, Shemesh stepped in and destroyed them all to show his superiority."
He pointed toward the big idol still standing.
"As proof, he's still holding the stick. Now, you believe me, right?"
Everyone went silent, staring at him in disbelief. His shameless confidence shocked them all. Even a child could tell he was lying—but the way he said it, calm and serious, made everyone hesitate.
Nimrud's anger burned. His fists clenched as he stepped forward.
"Don't lie to me, Abraham!" he shouted.
"I'm not lying," Abraham said casually. "If you want proof, go ask Shemesh himself. He'll tell you."
Nimrud's veins bulged as he yelled,
"You know it can't talk! It can't move! You destroyed them, didn't you?"
Abraham slowly turned his head toward Nimrud and gave a calm smile.
"If it can't talk or move," he said, "then why do you worship it? Why do you sacrifice your lives and your children to something that can't even speak?"
His words cut deep. The crowd went quiet. Some lowered their heads, but others clenched their teeth, refusing to believe him. Their faith blinded them, even in the face of truth.
From a distance, Hagar, Sarah, and Lot arrived. Lot had stayed behind earlier to watch the people, while Hagar and Sarah waited at home. Now, they stood calmly behind Abraham, without fear.
They knew who he was.
They had seen his strength—the miracles that no one else could explain.
To them, Abraham wasn't just a man. He was someone protected by the true Creator, and Aside from Most High, and his angels. No being on earth could harm him.
As Abraham stood tall before the broken idols and the furious king, his calm expression didn't change.
The tension in the air was heavy