Meeting The Sultana [Prt.1 COMPLETED]

CHAPTER 1

In the 19th century there were kingdoms of Sultans and great officials ruling the eastern part of North africa, continuing in the country of India and even in Malaysia. In those times male Sultans ruled their kingdom and their town, the Sultans had right hands which they called Surso. In the past the rulers of the great kingdoms waged great battles and wars that resulted in destruction. Hatred and jealousy prevailed in the hearts of the Sultans. They want to take over the world and not give mercy to people.

In the war waged by these sultans only Sultan Abrehamis was left in the war who ruled the entire land of India and even North Africa. These two kingdoms were kept by sultan Abrehamis to be orderly and with freedom.

It is true that in the end goodness will prevail. Sultan Abrehamis later found the woman who would make his heart beat and claim his whole being.

In the union of the Sultan and Alexiana there was a blessing, the only child and the only heir of his two kingdoms was born.

There, in the middle of the brightest part of the world, in the middle of the desert surrounded by so much gold the Sultana of the future was born.

The very first female sultan was born and ruled her kingdom with zeal and tenure.

But despite her being a Sultana she has not been seen by all the people, no one outside the kingdom has seen her face and appearance. She is a very mysterious Sultana that the whole world wants to see.

The Sultana that everyone sought to see was none other than Sultana Aleziana, the first sultan who did not wage war.

"Still reading that book?". I immediately closed my book and I looked at him. 

"Oh yes, I just want to know the history of the great North Africa, Malaysia and India too. There are three kingdoms that I want to visit". I replied, Ismael just looked at me and in the book.

"You love reading huh?". He asked me, I smiled at him and nodded.

"Reading, imagining things, the great histories, the culture and the traditions of all the kingdoms and countries. Yes I love to read them.". I answered.

He stood up and held me by the shoulder. Ismael is my best friend, My father figure and my brother. He took care of me when I was 7 years old. I disappeared at the age of seven, I was starving on the streets of the philippines, ridiculed for the green eyes I had.

Until Ishmael saw me and dressed me. He bought things, gave me a home, money, nice things and almost everything I needed he provided.

He did not hesitate to help me and share the wealth he had. Ismael was a Soldier in Dubai, he was a hero in Dubai because of his heroic deeds.

He defended Dubai without hesitation, as a reward, wherever he went everything was free for him. Meals in the morning, lunch and in the evening. Even inside exclusive bars and clubs, everything is free to the person who helped me stand up.

I was born in Brazil but I ended up in the Philippines at the age of seven. At a young age I became aware of a life of poverty, experienced eating foods that people throw away, became accustomed to sleeping on the sidewalk and getting sick without taking medicine.

That December night, on Friday Ismael found me in front of a restaurant, like a fool, like a dog looking at people eating and Ismael was one of the people who had fun eating inside.

He was one of the people I watched to eat and that same night my life would change just by watching the hero of Dubai. He noticed me, the first thing he saw were my eyes.