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Salam Series (1): After the Sandstorm
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Salam Series (1): After the Sandstorm

Eng.Sara Ahmad
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Salam Series (1): After the Sandstorm
Salam Series (1): After the Sandstorm
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Don't go there. Then you won’t panic upon seeing the blood-stained bodies, swords, weapons, destroyed flags and the effects of fires that have not yet been extinguished!
No one was left alive, apart from a man, who was searching madly among the bodies, crouching on his knees in sadness and despair. He could not suppress his tears and groans ... His movements stopped after another man raised his sword to finish his life.
There were the misfortunes that come to him one after another. His last shock was to face his inevitable end from a treacherous hand which had claimed loyalty and sincerity. So, how did it sell him out for a handful of money?
For the first time he was defeated by himself – for the first time realizing his weakness and helplessness.
He had slaughtered a thousand times, murdering the oppressed while echoing his provocative giggle. He had left them all seeing the blade of the sword shining toward them.
He never imagined that it was time to cut his head with the blade. And what would follow after killing him? His corpse must be tortured...
Despite all that he had been through in his life, he never drew for himself this terrible end!
There is no point of talking... It is too late... He lost everything... His parents... His tribe... His beloved... and himself ... Who is left for him?
He closed his eyes, surrendering. His body rested with his arms sown in the sand, and then he took a final look at his killer. The killer pointed his very own sword towards his neck, and he soon turned his face surrendering to his destiny.
In a matter of seconds, he was going to be a worthless corpse. He shouted, releasing a cry which came from deep down. It was filled with oppression and sorrow, but, it was too late.
If only he had not discovered the fortress of the Phoenix ... if only he had not fought for it... because of it he had lost everything.

#desert#tribes#Historical_Fantasy#sandstorm#Arabs#phoenix_fort

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Don't go there. Then you won’t panic upon seeing the blood-stained bodies, swords, weapons, destroyed flags and the effects of fires that have not yet been extinguished!
No one was left alive, apart from a man, who was searching madly among the bodies, crouching on his knees in sadness and despair. He could not suppress his tears and groans ... His movements stopped after another man raised his sword to finish his life.
There were the misfortunes that come to him one after another. His last shock was to face his inevitable end from a treacherous hand which had claimed loyalty and sincerity. So, how did it sell him out for a handful of money?
For the first time he was defeated by himself – for the first time realizing his weakness and helplessness.
He had slaughtered a thousand times, murdering the oppressed while echoing his provocative giggle. He had left them all seeing the blade of the sword shining toward them.
He never imagined that it was time to cut his head with the blade. And what would follow after killing him? His corpse must be tortured...
Despite all that he had been through in his life, he never drew for himself this terrible end!
There is no point of talking... It is too late... He lost everything... His parents... His tribe... His beloved... and himself ... Who is left for him?
He closed his eyes, surrendering. His body rested with his arms sown in the sand, and then he took a final look at his killer. The killer pointed his very own sword towards his neck, and he soon turned his face surrendering to his destiny.
In a matter of seconds, he was going to be a worthless corpse. He shouted, releasing a cry which came from deep down. It was filled with oppression and sorrow, but, it was too late.
If only he had not discovered the fortress of the Phoenix ... if only he had not fought for it... because of it he had lost everything.

#desert#tribes#Historical_Fantasy#sandstorm#Arabs#phoenix_fort

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