𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧

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☾ T W E L V E ⭒

King Sulayman was growing anxious. Nothing had been discovered of his best friend and his daughters whereabouts. With each passing day, he grew wary with what-if's clouding his mind. Had they reached their lord almighty? Had they been killed? So much could have happened in the last two weeks and yet there was still no sight of them. It almost seemed as if they had been transported to the realm of jinns, vanished but not forgotten.

[Unseeing beings]

After a couple of days into their enquiry, King Sulaymans' guards had made the decision to look around for any witnesses, and it seemed they didn't have to look too far. There, in the infamous bustling bazaar of Meskin did they get approached by stall owners, all whom had one story to tell. Of sturdy men on horseback, wearing the most ajeeb of outfits and talking in their tongue with ease. Such small words held such big clues as to these men's identities, that if they managed to look further, it wouldn't be good for anyone.

[Weird]

King Sulayman was losing hope and it became clear this matter was having a great toll on him. His first wife, Mehmoona, noticed this, and attempted to mollify her husband.

"Ya Sulayman, what causes you to age ten years, my King. Where have those days gone where we'd see beneath the chest and into the heart. Enlighten me, my dear, what is the matter?" She knew her husband's most trusted man and his daughter were missing, but she wanted to hear this from her King. Over the years, with her husband so busy with empire matters, it wasn't an easy task to converse and speak of one's mind so easily. This was the perfect oppertunity to bridge that gap.

She would find that, it'd be easy for King Sulayman to not lament over them had he shared this piece of information with somebody, and what better person to do so than with his wife.

"My dear, Mirza and his daughter have been missing for the last two weeks, and my heart is worried that they have been killed God forbid, and if that's not the case, I fear the worst has happened to them whilst I just sit here, unable to do anything"

The Queen listened on quietly and patiently, allowing him to fulfill his words. She herself wondered who could do such a thing, and much to her dismay, she couldn't think of anyone who would oppose the kings most trusted man. They were a peaceful yet indestructible nation, so who would be foolish enough to double cross them, and that too during the day time, where the sun revealed all with its brightest light.

Like the Queen she was, Meimoona Idrees waited patiently for her husband's final words, before offering him some hope.

"Ya Sulayman" she began affectionately. "Do not fret over this matter, my dear. You are the King of the Meskin Empire. You are doted upon, and many look up to you. Mirza and his daughter will arrive here safely. I will order for a royal Khatam come morning, and send food to poor families. In Sha allah with their duas, Allah shall guide Mirza and his daughter to our very own door. So do not fret over this matter, my King, and instead fulfill your duties as the leader of your people" Ended her soft voice, much to King Sulayman's relief. Having heard his wife wanting to organise a small charity in the name of their God, he couldn't have been more joyed.

In Sha allah, they would find his long lost friend and his daughter, and soon. With the help of God they shall return to their fruitful land.

[Gathering]

[God]

[If god wills]

Meanwhile, any seed for hope to blossom was as dull and fruitless as the grey clouds above the Northerners. Another few days were left of their journey and still, Mirza had not spoken anything.