Standing over the body of Prince Khaled, General Abel raised his head to the heavens, arms wide and howled a cry of triumph which reverberated throughout the palace. Although not a large man, General Khaled had about him an air of quiet authority which hinted at ferocious inner strength. Five feet nine inches tall, slender and dark-skinned, clad in a suit of iron armor and kilt, bleeding from a shoulder wound sustained during his fierce battle against the Arab leader, the General was the picture of virility and serenity.
Everywhere he looked, he saw his men, some bloody and barely standing, some hale and hearty but all of them stalwart and strong. The Ethiopian warlord nodded to them, and bent down to attend to a particularly nasty piece of business which could not wait. Such is the business of war, gruesome and bloody, but absolutely necessary at times. In his forty three years, General Abel, son of Ethiopian prince Adama and his consort princess Jerusalem, had seen much of war. He'd fought Somalis, whom the Arabs enslaved before mass-converting them to Islam during their conquest of a wide swatch of East Africa. He never dreamed the defense of his beloved motherland would take him as far away as Mauritania, where the Arabs ruled.
Grabbing the slain Arabian princeling by his blood-matted turban, Abel cleanly cut off his head. Brandishing it in his fist, he showed it to his men. Let no man forget what happens to those who invade the Ethiopian motherland, Abel bellowed, before hurling his vanquished foe's head into the air. His men cheered loudly, their chants filling the remnants of the palace. The Ethiopian warriors cheered their stalwart leader, who had proven once and for all that the fierce Arabian warriors weren't invincible. Before their very eyes he slew one of the most powerful leaders of the Arab world, Prince Khaled, ruler of Mauritania.
General Abel sighed, and crossed himself. Everything he did today he did for the sake of Christendom and the Ethiopian motherland. The Arabs were relentless, eager to subjugate all of Africa and forcing those kissed by the sun to bow to their religion everywhere they went. Already Somalia and many other African kingdoms had fallen before them. Not the Kingdom of Ethiopia, Abel thought bitterly. We are a Christian nation and so we shall remain until Jesus Christ himself comes back. The motherland of Ethiopia will not bow to Arab tyranny disguised as religion. The Arabs first came to the Kingdom of Ethiopia claiming to be messengers of peace, intent on sharing the religion of Islam with the Ethiopians. The reigning ruler of Ethiopia at the time, King Getachew ignored the dire warnings of his closest advisers and actually welcomed the Arabian preachers and scholars into Ethiopia.
At the time of the Arabs arrival, the Kingdom of Ethiopia was made up of Christians and Jews, along with a few Pagans. The wily Arabs proclaimed to love Jesus Christ, whom they called Isa Al Masih in the Arabic language. While many Ethiopians welcomed the Arab visitors and their preachers, General Abel did not number among them. He saw the look of revulsion on the Arab men's faces when they saw semi-nude young Ethiopian men racing through the streets of Arba Minch, southern Ethiopia. Surely men who claim to speak for the One True God couldn't feel disdain bordering on hatred for their fellow man based on appearance?
Out of curiosity, Abel asked one of the Arab preachers for a copy of the Quran. Interesting book, to say the least. The prophet Mohammed clearly stated that the Black man was not below the Arab man or the White man and that feelings of superiority based on race were haram or forbidden in Islam. Yet the Arabs behaved like princes among paupers while visiting the Kingdom Ethiopia, insulting and mistreating the locals on their own soil. They mocked Ethiopian architecture and history, referring to Ethiopians as ignorant savages. While they seemed to barely contain their disdain for Ethiopian men, the lust that Arabian men felt for Ethiopian ladies was evident. They took many Ethiopian women as 'bedroom companions' as they visited town after town, village after village.