The ancient letters stared at her begging her to read them, but Marguerite doubted herself. She wasn't sure she could decode the message. It was the key that she needed to pave the way to unlock all the secrets the Book held. She told herself, "I've got to master The Opening and the rest will come easily if He allows it."

So armed with a pencil, she broke down the curvy enchanting syllables one after the other; stuttering and buchering them before getting them right. She referred herself to the legend of the ancient syllabes whenever she was stuck until she had decoded the whole pronunciation of The Opening. Then slowly, she recited the chapter with calmness, poise, and pride.

"I did it! Alhamdullilah," she had said when done as tears of joy clouded her eyes.