Shadows Of The Innocent: A Story About The Terrors And Horrors Of Abortion And Euthanasia
"You shall not murder." — Exodus 20:13
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The Announcement of Horror
The nation once called great had become a land of bloodshed. The night air was thick with fear, and the once vibrant cities now echoed with despair. The government had passed a law—a law that legalized the murder of the most vulnerable: the unborn and the elderly. It was dressed up in the garb of "compassion," "choice," and "dignity," but the truth was undeniable.
They had legalized the slaughter.
Ruth Ben-Zur had never imagined she would live to see such a day. A child of faith, raised with the promises of the Torah and the hope of a Messiah yet to come, she had always believed that life was sacred—every breath a gift, every soul precious. But now, in the heart of the land she loved, that sanctity had been stripped away.
She had spent the last few weeks in shock, unable to fully grasp what was happening. The cries of innocent blood filled the streets, and the government's decree had infected every corner of society like a poison. The hospitals, once places of healing, had turned into execution chambers, where the elderly were put down like dogs. The unborn children, innocent and helpless, were slaughtered in the name of choice. Ruth’s heart ached with each story of a friend who had lost a loved one—whether to the unholy hands of a doctor or to the cruel policy of euthanasia.
"Woe to those who call evil good, and good evil; who put darkness for light, and light for darkness; who put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter!" — Isaiah 5:20
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The Pain of Serving in Darkness
Ruth had once believed that her work in the government would help build a better world. She had been recruited into the healthcare system as a social worker, believing she would be a voice for the voiceless, a protector for the most vulnerable. She had grown up with the knowledge that it was her duty to safeguard life, to be a light in a world that could grow dim.
But she never imagined that she would find herself trapped in a system so rotten. The day she was called into her supervisor’s office, she knew something was terribly wrong.
"Ruth, we’ve been instructed to expedite the 'transition' process," her supervisor said with a cold smile. "Your role is to ensure compliance. It’s time to help the elderly and the disabled 'transition' smoothly. This is what's best for the nation."
Ruth’s stomach twisted. “Transition?”
He leaned forward, lowering his voice. "They call it euthanasia now, Ruth. A peaceful end. It’s government policy. A choice for dignity. Don’t you see? It’s for the greater good."
Her blood ran cold. She had heard the whispers. The rumors. But she had never imagined it would come to this. The elderly were to be put to death. Those who had lived long lives, who had endured, loved, and contributed to the world, were now considered burdens. The law had declared them unworthy of life, merely because they had grown old.
"But I will redeem you with an outstretched arm, and with great judgments." — Exodus 6:6
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The Terror of the Killing Fields
Ruth could no longer remain silent. The terror she felt grew every day, as she was forced to participate in the government’s wicked program. She had become a willing pawn in a demonic system, and she felt her very soul slipping away with each life that was snuffed out in the name of "compassion." She watched as the elderly, some with illnesses, others simply from the passage of time, were sent to government facilities where they were quietly executed. Their families told to say goodbye in moments, as though this was a routine they had been taught to accept. Ruth felt as though she was living in a nightmare that she couldn’t wake up from.
Her once hopeful heart had been broken. The world around her had become a macabre shadow, a place where life no longer had value, where every heartbeat seemed to scream for justice that could never come.
"Do not stand by while your neighbor’s blood is shed." — Leviticus 19:16
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The Awakening
One night, Ruth received a call. It was her mother, her voice filled with dread. "Ruth, listen to me carefully. They’ve come for your father. They’ve declared his life to be a burden. They’re taking him."
Ruth’s heart stopped. Her father, a proud man who had served in the army decades ago, had spent his life building a family and community. He was now in his seventies, frail but still sharp in mind. Yet in the eyes of the government, he was now deemed expendable.
Without thinking, Ruth rushed to the care facility where her father had been living. She had to stop them. She had to save him.
As she arrived at the facility, she saw the government agents. They wore no expressions, just cold efficiency in their movements as they prepared the lethal injection. Ruth burst through the door, shouting for them to stop, but they did not listen.
"You cannot do this!" Ruth screamed. "He is a human being!"
The lead agent glanced at her with no emotion. "It’s the law, Ruth. He’s lived his life. It’s time to let him go."
Tears flooded Ruth’s eyes as she looked at her father’s frail form. She couldn’t let them take him, not without a fight.
"The righteous cry out, and the Lord hears them; He delivers them from all their troubles." — Psalm 34:17
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The Awakening of the Nation
Ruth knew she couldn’t fight alone. She couldn’t stand against the system, not when it was so deeply entrenched. But she also knew that she couldn’t live with herself if she didn’t try. She began to contact others. A small network of concerned citizens—people who had witnessed the horrors in their own families, people who were not willing to let the elderly die in the name of progress.
They met in secret, in hidden places, speaking in hushed tones, for fear of the government’s retaliation. The plan was simple, yet dangerous—expose the truth. Show the world the evil that had overtaken their nation.
They spread flyers, posted online articles, and even leaked evidence of the government’s operation to international media.
And slowly, the tide began to turn. The people who had been silenced, who had been crushed under the weight of fear, began to speak out. The first protests came quietly, but soon, they grew louder, fiercer. The elderly, once passive in their suffering, began to rise. The younger generation, filled with indignation and a desire for justice, joined them.
The government tried to suppress the movement, but the more they silenced, the louder the resistance became. The truth could not be hidden forever.
"The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit." — Psalm 34:18
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The Final Confrontation
The final battle took place in the streets. Tens of thousands of citizens gathered, demanding the end of the euthanasia law, demanding justice for the innocent lives that had been taken.
Ruth stood at the front of the crowd, her heart full of fire and determination. They would not win this fight. She would not let her father’s life be in vain.
And then, the government gave in. In a stunning moment of accountability, the President issued a public apology and announced the repeal of the law. The elderly were no longer expendable. The killing ceased.
The nation had been saved, but at a great cost. Many lives had been lost in the fight for righteousness. Yet, Ruth knew that victory had been won through the power of truth, the power of faith, and the strength of those who refused to bow before evil.
"The earth is the Lord's and the fullness thereof, the world and those who dwell therein." — Psalm 24:1
As she stood in the streets, surrounded by the voices of the righteous, Ruth finally felt peace. The darkness that had once consumed her world had been pushed back. The light of truth had pierced through. And though the battle was won, she knew that the fight for life, for justice, would never truly end.
But she had been a part of the victory. And for now, that was enough.
