Middle East, a place where anywhere you can see is hot, scorching desert with its golden sand gleaming under the forty-two degree Celsius sunbeam, gracing the whole place with God's light.
Oasis was not easily found, yet when there was one, people will swarm around it and build homes as refugees from the dry weather all year long. And on one of the little town near the oasis, a monthly market was held.
Voices rose from several spots where merchants busy promoting their items. Loud promises on their products, the details and the positive things were shouted out loud as they were auctioned.
Next to the fat, dressed in white with a turban wrapping around his bald head merchant who was busy promoting his items, there was a young girl, almost naked with only few pieces of tattered clothes covering up some parts of her olive coloured skin, her hands tied behind her back and her ankles tied to round metal shackles to prevent her from running.
They were selling slaves. Human slaves.
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Desert Angel
Historical FictionSultan Hassan is old and wanting to retire as soon as possible from his throne. But before he can appoint his only worthy heir as his successor, Shahzade Sulaiman must first find a woman to accompany him, while he has been rejecting every woman he t...
