This is a story about how you're live would be if you would live in the dessert in the time of the tabiun as a Muslima (so this is a story from a female perspective) and so if you are open to new ideas and would like to see other perspectives than I...
"We have a important message that we need to tell "
*we showed him the letter * (closed ofc )
ok go in
We entered
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(This is the actual house of Khalif Uthman (RA) sry to tell you this just now but the stuff happening in this story is pretty historical (^∇^)) 『isn't it cool ? Knowing that a similar story actually happened?』
I felt my feet getting instantly colder on that marble flor it feels really different than the hot sand from earlier *.brrrrrr*
The place was really quiet and peaceful once in a few seconds a person would open a big door go across the hall and close another door again .....
Y/N :Huh .... Where do we have too go ?
F/N: o i know let's go too uncle Here take my hand so you don't get lost ....She took Y/Ns Hand and they started running towards a big door than towards a staircase that went towards a tower finally there was a door up in the tower
We knocked....
A voice answered : Come in
F/N : uncle we have found a important letter
U: ok let's see ......this is serious I'll bring it too the khalifa thank you now you girls should head back
Both:ok
F/N byyy uncle ..........
Sorry That i am writing pretty slowly But i promise I am trying byyyyyy seee ya ..........