Having a talk with the King of Morocco over a cup of tea was the last thing she ever thought would happen in her life time. he tried hard to not show her over excitement.
"I do hope you have enjoyed your stay so far" He said.
"I actually have, still looking forward to explore other cities and market places"
"You should visit the Kasbah of the Udayas, it was built in the 12th Century during the reign of the Almohad Caliphate"
"The Almohad Caliphate…..read about them"
"You seem to be quite learned"
"It is my duty to know the history of these lands"
The King stood and walked to his window.
"My father once said….never close your eyes to the traits of a leader, I never really understood those words, now I do"
"I appreciate your kind words, your highness"
"Jazmine, you are arare gem and I think you would make a fine leader someday"
"Thank you, your highness, but may I ask why I was asked to come here?"
"I have a proposition to make, it so happenes the Prime Minister should be elected, I initially had Khalid in mind, but now, he is running for head of government, I do suppose you have an idea who best suits the title'
"Pardon me your highness but you I do not think I am fit to make your counsel"
"Every counsel is worth listening to" He said
Jazmie smiled and stared down at her hands.
"If ypou do not mind, I will rather I make a suggestion"
"Go ahead"
"Make haste not to decide but above all let your decision be from your ties but unanimous with the majprity's choice"
"What if the majority make the wrong choice"
" I refuse to believe all these years you have been ruling a kingdom of fools"
He smiled.
"I love the fact that you are not intimidated by title or power, nothing holds you back from saying what should be said, regardless…..that is the quality I hope to find in the one I will place these people under"
"Or perhaps a woman, its high time Morocco listened to the words of women, a nation who listens to its women is a nation drawn to the heart of its people, for no man can feel the way a woman feels and love the way a woman loves, neither can he nurture the way a woman nurtures, and these things are exactly what Morocco needs"
The King listened on.
"Keep talking….." He said.
It was only after the King had to excuse himself to attend to a few officials that Jazmine finally paid attention to her phone. She frowned at the number of missed calls, from Jamal, from Kaia and from Sara.
"What the hellw as going on?" She walked to the window and called Jamal.
"Thank God you aclled, please tell me you are no where near the Sheiks' palace"
"Why"
"The Americans are going to retaliate, they have three spots marked for total annihilation, the Sheik's home is one"
"What?"
"For God's sake Dassa please tell me you are not there right now"
"No I am not but..Khalid…all those people…."
"Thank God"
"No, don't thank God just yet, you need to stop the attack, when is it?"
Jamal was silent.
"25 minutes"
"What!" Jazmine literally screamed.
"Tell me this is a joke, how the hell am I supposed to get all those people out of there in twenty five minutes when I am 45 minutes away, who is going to believe me anyway.
"I don't know how you are going to do it but the time is ticking Jazmine, I think you should get out of that place now, warn them and the Sheik is going to take you down"
"Are you suggesting I let those peole die?"
"I am saying choose wisely, whatever you plan on doing, I can only pray to GAod it still gets you back to me alive and whole not dead and in pieces"
"I'll have to call you back" Jazmine said as the King walked in.
"I'm sorry your highness but I have to leave"
"Is something the matter?"
"Yes, yes, something of grave importance came up and I have to address it, thanks for having me, it was a pleasure being your guest" She bowed slowly.
"Sure dear, you are always welcome here"
She smiled and walked hurriedly towards the door which was opened for her, once she was out she began to run as fast as her legs could carry her while she dialed Khalid's number.
"Pick up..pick up….pick up…."
Good heavens, was she now supposed to be the Sheik's saviour?
"God I really don't know what you are playing at right now but it's really messing up with my plans……..and I don't think its fair……..this better make sense……
"Hello…."
"Khalid, thank God, please tell me you are at your press conference with your father"
"Father had to go back home, he has a meeting I think…why what is wrong you sound troubled"
"Kahlid get your father out of there and everyone else, please….."
"What are yous aying?"
"Do it, we don't have much time"
"Can you at leats explain to me what is going on?"
Then her phone beeped…she looked at it……..Battery Low
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BLOOD BY THE HAND OF GUILT
Mystery / Thriller"Blood by the hand of guilt" tells a story of a girl whose world is torn apart by greed corruption and blood shed. Her faith becomes the only barrier between her and vengeance. But when her veil and family are snatched from her she makes a vow that...
