“There goes that impostor!” the priest cried.
He gestured towards the doorway where just seconds ago a bloodied, beaten man had gone through. “He claims himself to be the Messiah! What an unbelievable lie, friends.”
Murmuring broke out around Amin Saif and he felt a rush of disbelief and anger. How could they agree after witnessing what the man had gone through? The man had never made a sound. And they had whipped him, beaten him, mocked him…The memories made his vision blur, made his cheeks streaked with hot, salty tears.
“That man is Jesus, a citizen from Bethlehem. He is charged of mocking our God. Our precious Allah!” the priest continued, his gestures and words sounding rehearsed and over-vehement to Amin. “But Pontius Pilate is putting him on trial…” his voice became silky, “and he will ask if Barabbas, a man charged of a far simpler crime, or Jesus shall be crucified.”
Another ripple of murmuring disturbed the crowd.
Amin gasped as the priest showed a bag, shaking it so all could hear the tinkle of coins inside…His eyes grew as wide as the stones in the desert as the priest laid it all out…They were going to crucify Jesus. The priest was bribing them! Bribing them for crimes that maybe an innocent man was convicted of. Maybe an innocent man…And mistrust and fury made him raise his hand. The priest’s eyes narrowed on him and so did the crowd’s. “Yes?” the priest asked.
“Why are you bribing us?” Amin asked. “If you believe Jesus to be a criminal, then shouldn’t that be enough?”
The priest smirked, “My dear boy. All I am doing is persuading them to see justice to bring an offender of the peace and our religion. To see what a villain deserves.”
Amin didn’t have the chance to answer. The priest uttered a mighty cry as Jesus was led out. Along with Pontius Pilate, the High Priest. He looked out at the crowd with steady eyes.
“Barabbas and Jesus,” he began, his voice soft and yet booming in Amin’s ears. “Who shall be released?”
“Barabbas!” the people around Amin cried. He himself didn’t answer, just tried to gulp back his sobs. Even with tears clouding his vision, he could see the Priest was shocked.
“Are you sure?” the Priest replied. “Shall we crucify an offender or a—”
“Crucify Jesus!” the crowd yelled. “Crucify him!”
There was a heavy silence then the Priest spoke, “Very well.”
The crowd cheered and began to follow Jesus. Amin went the opposite way. As far as he knew, the crowd was strangers now. Strangers that Amin would never speak to for the rest of his life.
(Author’s Note: Okay, I just wrote this on a whim. I was just like “What if?” and…yeah. I wrote it and posted it! What else is there to say?”
