The Master and The Maiden
READING AGE 18+
“No! He shall not be pardoned. No-one steals from me and lives to tell the tale,” master Fareed replied, turning away from her, a stoic and hardened expression on his face. His back was turned to her, wide and rigid, like the back of a warrior in the face of war. The sands swept across her face; the Arabian desert was beginning to stir.
The sun was already setting in the west horizon, stretching their shadows to the east. Tallest among them was the executioner's dagger, raised above her father's head; poised and ready to strike at the master's command.
“Please! I beg of you,” she sobbed, bowing her head. She was aware of the numerous eyes staring down at her with their breaths held. Never had a woman stood up to master Fareed.
Never.
“I'll do anything you ask me to. Please spare my father,”she begged. “Anything.”
“Anything?” master Fareed turned to her, a single eyebrow raised sharply.
“Anything,”Noor replied, looking up into his eyes for the first time.
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Medina always held its beauty, Aliyu thought as his carriage tumbled through the market square. He’d been to the city thrice in his lifetime, and at a point in time he’d thought about taking up residence in the city. But leaving Sana’a was easier said than done.
The market smelled like spices. The many traders were moving a……
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