A lone horse rode towards the ruined buildings of the old Oasis, the wrecked and broken buildings standing silent in the wind. The rider, an elderly Qalasheen woman, got off the horse as she neared the entrance of her childhood home. She tied the horse to a nearby fence, then began unwrapping a large bundle on the horse's back. She lowered the body of Shams Al-Nabeel from the horse, cradling him gently in her arms. Mehreen Bint Marah Al-Hattan turned to the ruined city, and began walking to the former site of the gardens. She laid the body of the man she had loved, cared, and lived for on the ground.

And she began to dig. She worked all night and day, digging a hole for her love. She continued digging, even when her hands bled and shook. And when she was done digging, she placed stones at the bottom of the grave and carefully placed her husband in. And in this moment, her entire being shattered into a million pieces. She let out a shriek of anger and grief, then began to cry. She sobbed until there were no more tears, until she felt numb and broken. Mehreen sat at the edge of the grave for a long while, looking down at her husband's body. Then she placed rocks over him, and recited prayers as she slowly filled the hole with dirt and sand. Once the grave was filled, she took out a sword, his sword, and stuck it in the ground to mark the grave. She took a step back, muttering something under her breath. "الى اللقاء حبيبتي, سأراكي في الجنة قريبأ. اعدك بذلك" (Goodbye my love, I will see you in heaven soon. I promise). Mehreen Al-Hattan let out a small sigh, then turned and walked to the remains of the old Masjid.

Mehreen Bint Marah Al-Hattan stood silent at the entrance of a broken and ruined Masjid. As she stared at the cracked walls, memories of a happy and simpler childhood flooded her mind. The elderly woman closed her eyes, letting the memories take over.

A young girl sat at a counter, watching two women bake in a kitchen. Her mother mixed batter in a bowl, humming out a soft tune as she did. Her aunt took cookies out of the oven, the aroma of freshly baked cookies filling the air. The girl watched them both, almost captivated by their expertise. Eventually, her mother caught her staring and smiled. "Mehreen, habibti, would you like to come help us bake for the feast tonight?" The girl nodded enthusiastically, practically running around the counter to get to the kitchen. Her mother handed the girl a spoon. "Can you mix this batter for me? It's a very important job." The girl eagerly nodded, mixing the batter with all of her might. Her mother chuckled at the sight, ruffling her hair as she began kneading dough.

As the memory faded, Mehreen was pulled into another.

"Ummi! Shams and Qamar are stealing cookies again!" The small girl yelled in the marketplace of the city, towards her mother. As she called out, two boys sprinted out of the bakery, treats in hand. They laughed wildly, making a break for it. The girl took off after them, waving a quarterstaff that looked far too big for her. "Amatti is gonna kill you!" She warned, half chasing and half laughing. As she ran after them, she noticed them duck into a house. She followed, the boys looking at her in surprise. The smaller one, Shams, offered her a stolen cookie. She grinned and took the cookie from the boy.

Mehreen was tucked into a different memory.

The girl sat next to a young woman in her late 20s. The woman held a violin in her hands, showing it to the girl. She then lifted it to her chin, and began to play a beautiful melody. It started slow and soft, but as she played it got faster and louder. Music spun around the girl, and all she could do was watch the woman in complete awe. As the woman ended the song, the girl's face broke out into a large smile, applauding the woman. "That was amazing Ummi! Can you teach me how to do that?" The woman, her mother, smiled down at the girl, nodding. "I'd love nothing more sunshine."

The memory slowly faded, and another took its place

The girl was younger in this memory, around 5 years old. She sat in a beautiful garden with an armored woman, her fiery ginger hair glimmering in the desert sun. The woman weaved a crown of flowers, and the girl looked on in awe. The woman spoke. "See how I'm doing it? Try it Mehreen." The girl took the flowers in her hand, attempting to follow her aunt's lead. After a few minutes, she looked up at the ginger woman. "Like this Auntie Mattie?" The woman smiled and nodded, guiding her hands. As the woman helped the girl finish the crown, she placed it on the toddler's head with an affectionate smile. The girl threw her arms around the woman, giving her a big hug.

As the memory faded, another drifted to Mehreen's mind.

The girl, around 5 or 6 years old, ran through a street lined with tents on either side, a flower crown clutched in her small hands. She burst into one of the tents, running right into a large man. The man turned around, his serious expression fading into a kind smile. "Habibti! How's my little rose today?" The man swept her up into his arms, bouncing her up and down. "I'm good Jaddi, I made you something!" She put a messily woven flower crown on his head, a proud smile on her face. The man laughed, adjusting the crown. "It looks beautiful habibti!"

As this memory pulled back, a different memory came forward.

"Amu!" A little girl squealed, running to a tall man with short ginger hair. She grabbed onto his robes, smiling up brightly at him. "Amu! Come play with me!" She giggled, holding onto his legs. The man smiled, chuckling. "My little Mehreen!" He scooped her up, holding her tight against his side. "Play? I suppose I have some time." The man placed her on his shoulders and began walking to a tent. He placed her on a bed and placed a handful of candy in her hand. He held his finger up to his lips. "Shhh, don't tell your mother." The girl let out a loud squeal, then quickly silenced herself, nodding her head. "Not a word! Shukran Amu Thamer!" She wrapped her small arms around him, soaking in this moment.

Mehreen snapped out of the memory, but before long another came to take its place.

The girl looked to be around 8 or 9. She sat on the floor of the Masjid, next to her mother and a stranger that was supposed to be her father. He looked ragged and weathered, with long gray hair and a gray beard. Her mother was saying something, but she barely heard as she stared down at the unfamiliar man. None of this felt real. Her mother told her to get something from the bakery, and the girl left the Masjid. When she returned, her mother cried and the stranger was still.

Mehreen felt tears on her face as her mind drifted to the next memory.

The girl walked through the desert, holding her mother's hand. They walked with a group of woman. Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream came from the front of the group. From the girl's aunt. The girl's mother rushed forward, letting go of her hand. The older woman gathered around something near the entrance of their home. No, not something. Someone. The girl slowly walked forward, trying to see what everyone was looking at. As she pushed forward, she saw her aunt kneeling in the sand, cradling someone's lifeless body. Not just someone. Her uncle. Her Amu Thamer. The girl fell to her knees as well, letting out a scream as she crawled to her Amu's body. "Amu- Amu please! Amu please wake up! This can't be real!"

One final memory came to mind, a breath of fresh air after the sad memories that had come before.

The girl, now a woman, cradled a tiny baby girl in her arms. "My beautiful Daliah, my love, my life. I will do anything to keep you safe." She placed a kiss on the baby's head, humming a soft tune to her daughter. It was the same song her own mother had sung to her all those years ago. The woman rocked the baby, softly singing to her new daughter.

Mehreen Al-Hattan came back to herself, feeling a cool breeze against her skin. She knelt on the soiled carpet of the old Masjid, bowing her head down. And she began to pray. She prayed for her mother Marah, her step-father Murad, her grandfather Hakim, her Amatti Zahra and Amu Thamer, her husband Shams, her brother-in-law Qamar, her Aunt Mattie, her Abu Azzam, her cousin Fatimah, her cousins Zaina and Saalih, and even her father Hassan. She prayed and prayed for what seemed like hours- days- maybe weeks? She couldn't tell, simply keeping her head bowed. As she prayed, she felt a gentle breeze against her skin and a presence she hadn't felt in 60 years. Mehreen slowly lifted her head from the carpet of the Masjid.

And there was her mother. Her beautiful, elegant, wonderful Ummi. Mehreen couldn't believe her eyes as she watched her mother rise from her usual prayer spot and offer her arms out to Mehreen for a hug. All at once, it was an explosion of love as they embraced each other. Tears fell down her face, landing on the dirty carpet below her feet. Marah looked just as she had when Mehreen was a child, like she hadn't aged past 30. Mehreen felt like a child once more as she was comforted by her mother.

"Ummi... How are you.. Is it really you?" Mehreen frantically asked, clinging onto her mother. Her mother simply smiled, comforting her daughter. And she began softly singing that song. Their song. The song that had carried Mehreen throughout her entire childhood, and that she had sung to her own daughter. Mehreen let out quiet sobs as her mother sang to her.

"I'm... I'm dead. That's the only explanation." She began laughing, tears still falling. "I'll be able to see my Shams again... I promised him I'd see him again."

"It's time to come home sunshine, everyone's waiting for you." Marah smiled at her daughter, her expression full of love. "Are you ready to come home habibti?" Mehreen looked into her mother's eyes, sorrow lingering in her gaze. "Will my Daliah be alright? Will she be alright without me?" Marah simply nodded, smiling at Mehreen. "She is strong, like her mother. She will walk proudly as your daughter, until she returns to you. As you have done, my sunshine." Marah placed a hand on Mehreen's cheek, wiping away some of the tears. Mehreen smiled, her eyes full of bittersweet happiness and sorrow.

"I think I'm ready. I'm ready to see everyone." Marah pulled her daughter into one last hug. "My sunshine, you may rest now, and I will never leave your side again." She began singing once again, Mehreen joining her as their voices grew stronger.

Mehreen's body still lay on the Masjid carpet, her forehead pressed to the ground. She smiled, and another tear slipped down her cheek. She closed her eyes, and the silence had never felt more inviting. As Mehreen stepped out of her body, she felt one last breeze.

She took her mother's hand, and they faded into a warm and gentle embrace.

Mehreen Bint Marah Al-Hattan breathed her last breath, finally finding the peace she had craved for so long.

[A depiction of a member of the tribe hunting with his falcon.]

As the winter months began to draw to a close in the Mountain Oasis, cooler temperatures receded like the ocean’s tide, the first leaders of migrating flocks returning have been sighted, and wildlife began to creep out of hiding amongst the rocks and hills of the mountain ranges. 

With the first fleeting hints of winter’s end, predator and prey alike braved forth in search of food, starved from long months of scarcity amongst the mesa’s already harsh, deserted climate. A great clamor arose amongst the Mountain Oasis as flocks appeared to straggle, slowly diminish. Individually, members of the tribe caught foxes, small desert wolves, and other predators seeking out prey amongst their pens - but still the ghostly onslaught continued. What would happen if the disappearances among their flock moved to their children, their youth, their brothers and sister? Something must be done to preserve the sanctity of the Oasis, and therefore a call went out amongst the muqeem for a Hunt to take place, to withhold rest until the culprits were found and dealt with.

Word spread, and brothers and sisters alike bustled with activity in preparation for the upcoming Hunt. Blades were sharpened, arrows fashioned, bows restrung. Pens were closed, more closely guarded, 'til what devilry attacking the flocks was caught.

Brothers and Sisters, I call upon all the remaining qalasheens to get back to our rightful lands, to get back to the path of Allah, and together to rebuild our great empire, I know many have tried to re-create it but failed only one came close but he was too soft to  containe that power he gain, for years i stuided to find the reason why we cannot go back to our old ways, to our old lifes and i found it.

Our leaders, and our own people grow weak and soft wanting to become like the west and east empires, but we are nothing like them we are warriors and followers of allah, for too long we shame and change our culture to pleasure the other nations, allowing sins in iour citys forgetting even the laws of our faith, so brothers i call upon the true qalasheens to join me in the desert, to rebuild a empire that will be remember like the old ones, where we wont allow this other cultures to change or harm our ways, i am not a leader, i am only a soldier but if i have to become one to see my brothers and sisters rise up then i will become one.

i will be waiting for you sisters and brothers in the desert, to our true home.

this letter will be signed by Bakr Ibn Naric

روايات كاسيري الخياليه

Kessiri’s Tall Tales

مفكرة الكاتب

Author’s Note

   A very special thanks to his dear friends Daliah and Nura al-Hattan, and Nour Al-Nabeel. It would not be without Daliah’s extra teaching and Nura’s many cookies that this book would be written.

المقدمه

Introduction

   Come, weary traveler and read of Kessiri’s tales! He has traveled many lands and seen many outlandish things, and he shares with you now some of his favorites to this very day! There are many more, and if you are lucky you shall know them all. If you are even luckier still, you shall join Kessiri as storyteller and tell your own audiences of your grand adventures!

الصناديق و جوز الهند

Crates and Coconuts

   Our story first takes place in the Qalasheen lands of the Qamar Sheikdom. A land where glittering sands meet shining sea! It was some seven years ago when this one decided to live in the Sheikdom, he had friends from his visits before and the food was delicious. So, he moves in with his friend Daliah and we have many adventures - he can recount them all another time, but the one in particular he remembers the most is a particular day on the docks when Daliah challenges him to a test of strength. Now, this one is the pre-eminent crate-lifter in all the lands, second only to one! That being his father of course. But! He has no issue with friendly sport, nor earning his title back should the need ever arise! So he accepts of course. They travel down to the docks and set eyes on their quarry. Fresh crates just off the boats! This one is well-versed in crate construction as well as lifting, and he knew they were weak, but he also thinks to himself that they made it this far - so they try regardless. This one lifts the first two crates, effortlessly as expected. Friend Daliah matches him, and even raises him three! Oho, a challenge he sees! He goes to pick up four, and the first taste of disaster is bitter and swift… And coconut flavored. Coconuts scatter everywhere across the docks as the sides of the crates fall away! This one saw it coming, and now it had come to gnaw on his tail. There would be more though. Oh, yes it does not stop yet. Friend Daliah sees this and foolishly believes herself immune to misfortune. Hubris strikes her like it strikes the seagull who has found an entire loaf of bread and decides to try to swallow it whole! Even more coconuts scatter across the deck as the crates she goes to lift fall apart, just as this one's did! Now, Kessiri is currently outmatched in this challenge even if only by technical fault. So from beneath a mountain of coconuts he rises. Lifting five - yes, five crates at once, he heaves them to the skies! And they balance perfectly, coconuts contained, and Kessiri's title maintained! With this business out of the way they share a hearty laugh and clean up their mess. The celebrations are shared of course over shawarma and tea. But this, dear readers, is a cautionary tale! Though it has a happy ending, do not forget to always check your crate fastenings.

عرض و عشاء

Dinner and a Show

   For our next tale, to Talon's Port we go! It was not so long ago, in fact - so fresh in this one's memory he can still smell it… He returns to Talon's Port after many years of wandering the deserts with his traveling companion, eager for a warm meal and familiar faces. He sees the Lady Lenora at the gates, but besides this, the city seems to be mostly sleeping. So! We wander the streets, peeking through doors in hope of company for the evening. It is then we happen upon the Tianrui Teahouse, a most fragrant place. It is decorated in vibrant reds and golds, and even better yet it smells of the most delicious foods! So we walk inside, of course minding the sign and wiping our feet before we enter, and seat ourselves at the counter. We were served the most delicious dumplings, which when this one checked the menu were pork - not an important story detail but he highly recommends you try them if you ever visit! Now, we are enjoying our meal and rest when a small, white feathered creature wanders in. It has large, completely black eyes and a long beak, but also arms and legs like chicken's feet! This one is of course intrigued, and asks many questions which sadly go unanswered by the small creature. It instead grips the arm of the wood elf man sitting next to this one, and grips quite hard at that as the elf then upends his quite freshly brewed tea over the creature! It releases the elf, and hides in the corner, speaking some dark language that curdles this one's tail and twists his whiskers most sour. At this, a black knight with a single horn and a tail appears in the door! He speaks the same language, but this time the small creature curdles instead of we onlookers. The daring black knight corners the creature, the woman behind the counter and the wood elf expressing it would be unwise to spill blood on the family shrine or the instrument, but the knight insists that the demon must be smited! A demon? This one thinks - dark moons, he has never seen a demon in his travels before! It is good the black knight was here indeed. It was as he thinks this that the brave knight runs the creature through with some words in a tongue he does not know, and the demon is no more! And the shrine and instrument unspotted by blood too, no less. So was the night that we had dinner, and an unexpected show at the Tianrui Teahouse!

الخاتمة

Afterword

   For now, faithful reader, this one must leave you to again travel the lands in search of new stories to tell, larger crates to lift, and delicious dishes to sample! He hopes you hold this book dear, and that your own stories may have happy endings. Warm sands, my friends. Until next time we meet!

The sun, a radiant crimson that streaked through the waving clouds and sparkled brilliance beyond the sea’s horizon as it set, bore naught but fortuitous omens of good weather and clear skies. That self-same brilliance struck out across the land, crept along homes’ foundations, chasing shadows. A silhouette. Clip-clop, clip-clop. The slow, dreary rhythm echoed from the edge of the cliffside village, as a familiar figure emerged from the desert haloed in all the sun’s setting glory. Bubba. 

          Glory only lives in twisted memory and cursed land devouring.

The aged, withering mule plodded along, courageously returning to the “home” its owner had oft forsaken. Once beloved, now trodding the brink of death. 

Lagging behind, Safar. A mount once proud and strong, spirited after the likeness of his owner, now hung his head nearly to the ground.

Qadir ibn Qamar al-Nabeel hung from Safar’s stirrups by one boot. His lifeless body dragged in the dust, prepared to return to that self-same earth. 

The Heartseeker, a blade passed down to Fatimah bint Thamer al-Hadad from her mother, now plunged through the heart of her own son. Qadir, the Prince of the South, whom joy had deemed it just to abandon. Thus tradition lived on, a fatal seeking of the next heart.

          Glory only lives in the hope of what should have been, not in what is.

A memory of a Dandelion, whose seeds have now been blown by the breeze, scattered. Wilted. Whatever blazing characteristics Fatimah bint Thamer al-Hadad had once possessed were now echoed only in the fiery sunset during its last rays, which now faded. Dimmed. Overwhelmed by the deep void of night. Reflections of a life spent in loneliness. Family washed away with a receding tide. The remaining vestiges of her life, lost to the wilderness she’d traversed a thousand times over. 

Bubba had found his way back. Not home - for home never remained the same. Ever-shifting, with the dunes moved by the winds. He rested now. As he lay upon the street, eyes closed, his spirit left to meet that of his loving owner in Jannah.

Safar had carried his mistress across the sand. Carried what little remained of her, now. Two matching bands of gold, strung together on a long piece of thin leather that now hung around the weary creature’s neck. Shortly after Bubba’s strength gave out - Safar knelt to the earth as well. Gaunt, stricken with fatigue, thirst. Hunger. Safar - a name that meant journey. A journey now ended with the rest. 

The motley group, one absent. Lost to the desert. The remaining three, now devoured on the edge of salvation.

          Glory only lives once death has struck. Even then, can it be called glory?

 

A Love Broken And A Love United



“When we were kids, We loved foolishly, When we were old, We loved as if it was our last hour.”- Arwa Bint Hakim Al-Hattan

In a cave within the sheikhdom was a family surrounding a goat skin bed. A daughter, Three sons, and a Husband were all that were there. The Sheikhess of the Sheikhdom laid in the bed tired, weak, and dying, her hand held closely by her Husband, as her daughter held the other hand kissing it, her son’s heads laying on her feet kissing them as well, while the sheikh stroked his wife’s hair, lip trembling, a tear rolling off his cheek. Arwa simply watched her husband with her loving smile, her hand gently lifting up toward her husband cheek as he closed his eyes sobbing. “We will break our fast in jannah habibi.” she looked toward her children “Oh my children, I am blessed to have you, Do not leave this faith we have raised you to embrace, even if the world would crash upon you..” she began to gasp before lifting a single index finger, her family went silent “He is Allah, the One and Only; Allah, the Eternal, Absolute; He begets not, nor is He begotten; And there is none comparable unto Him. There is only One God and that is Allah, and forever shall I follow His light.” A smile moved over Arwa’s face, as her hand fell.

Arwa remembered the sweet smell of the bakery in Oasis as a little girl, how she would steal sweets from Marah and Zahra as soon as they set them from the oven, how it burnt her hand, and how she giggled when they chased her. She remembered being kidnaped when so young for some experiment for magic, but saved by her father and friends. She remembered finding a small egg, how proud she was to show her father, how she nurtured it, and watched it hatch to be a small rat snake. She remembered her mother.. She remembered when her mother died, no less to the same sickness as her now. She remembered meeting her Husband, their secret nights in the markets of the world. She remembered her children. She remembered.

Her children hugged their mother’s body, holding her tight all but her husband, his eyes seemed empty of any feeling, his face was stained by tears, the bags under his eyes were left but black tiredness. He walked outside his home, his cave and gazed upon the city. He could hear her voice, her sweet soft voice. His feet dragged to the masjid, leaving his shoes at the door, he looked to the ninety nine names of Allah, tears rolling off his cheek as he fell to his knees, a throat parched harshed sob came to him as his head buckled low, he flailed his hands to his head, his face red as he lifted his hands in prayer to ALLAH. “My lord, you have taken what is yours, you have taken my only supporter, She was the one who brought me onto your deen, forgive her sins Ya Rabbi, Forgive her.” he sobbed, his body collapsing to prostation “My lord, Take me to your Jannah, Make a bird and fly back home, Let me see her one last-” his words cut in prostration, his heart giving out from the loss.
 

The Grand Imam, The Sheikh, Naric Ibn Idris Zarkan of the house Kharadeen laid dead in the Masjid in prostration. His memories flooded him, He remembered first meeting Arwa, he remembered she taught him to read, How to write, To pray.. He remembered being alone and cold, only to be warmed by her embrace. He remembered becoming Judge in the Sultanate, he Remember founding the Furussiya order, He remembered when Arwa gave him his first son Hassan, He remembered the Sandstorm, He remembered leading his people out of the sandstorm after they repented, He remember founding the Sheikhdom, he remembered his people turning their backs on their faith once more, He remembered Arwa holding him, comforting him, and supporting him though his own people abandoned him… He remember giving up the comforts of a home…so his people could sleep in a house.
 

Naric Opened his eyes, to find himself sweating in fear, A scale was before him, a thunderous voice shook his very core “What have you done to stop your people from turning their backs on my deen? What have you done when you violated the Sharia, and Allowed them to marry one another? What have you done with this life I gave you?”

Naric’s eyes filled with tears as he fell to his knees “My lord, I did nothing, I did nothing out of weakness!” he sobbed, Suddenly two Anguels come forward with two books, Naric could not help but watch as they put his actions on the scale, sobbing, his scale smashed with sins as he hung his head in shame, his good deeds now set hardly a feather’s weight. 

“My lord, I have no strength, For you have all Strength, I-” he was stopped with Four other Anguels approached. “This, is My Rahma, My Mercy.” said Allah. The first Anguel stepped forward and placed a book on the scale which threw all his sins off the scale with such force “This was the countless nights you shed your tears in fear of your lord.” The other book set down,  making a crack within the base of the scale “This was for your dedication in teaching your deen.” Naric could not but tear up at the sight before another book was set, cracking the scale further up “This was your teaching of your children your deen!” before another book set though it thundered, cracking the scale in half and to dust, and the very floor into a large crack “And this was your last act as sheikh.”

Naric trembled in fear and hope, his face soaked with tears before it was stated “Do you enter Jannah through your deeds, or my mercy?” Naric slowly stood himself up before announcing “Through your mercy, My lord.” A Anguel stepped forward and began to lead him into jannah, with the first level, All tears turned to tears of joy, at the second level, all heart break was removed, at the third, All illness was washed away, at the fourth, his youth returned to him, at the fifth, clothing of sultans was placed onto him, at the sixth, all joy filled him, and at the Seventh, he entered his Palace to find Arwa, and then All wants were given.

Arwa and Naric held each other close, and retired to their Palace, enjoying Jannah through Allah’s Mercy and finally breaking their fast together.

Upon Naric’s death a letter was written and sent out within the sheikhdom

“I Sheikh Naric Ibn Idris Zarkan of House Kharadeen, have left this Dunya, This is my final act and message to you all. We have come forward and established a Sheikhdom with the Creed of Allah, After he gave us mercy. We were in ignorance and we had left the worship of Allah, so he had punished us in the sandstorm, We returned to Allah, and came here to establish the sheikhdom on Rashidun laws. What did you do? You had turned your back on Allah, Had he not given you Mercy? Had he not given you a home? Had he not given you Food? You all live in complete disobedience of Allah, so much so, that even Shams, and My family have seen me ill from your transgressions. My wife Arwa, no one had come to aid her, no one sent salams or visited her, when she was the best amongst you. I leave this world ashamed of all of you. My family, I praise you for remaining steadfast in the path of Allah, continue to do so.

Go, Go transgress against Allah if you have no fear in him. BUT if you hold fear in Allah, than repent, remove yourselves of evil ways of Zina, Haram Relationships and marriages, Alcohol, pork, Stealing, harming, and pride! Return to the path of Allah.

Had I not given you your homes? Had I not lived in a cave, so you all may sleep on beds of wool, while I slept upon cold stone? Had I not fasted so you could eat?

May Allah forgive you all.. I shall not dictate whom shall be your next sheikh… I merely give two suggestions from amongst you, My son Hassan, and My Munavin Shams. If you wish to elect other than those you may do so.

All my possessions go to my children, for I had nothing but a wooden bowl, prayer beads, and my Kitab al Salam.

At my funeral, Give me the burial of the iman rashidun, with my wife Arwa, For she has attained martyrdom, and I shall break my fast in Jannah with her, for I love my wife, for she was my only faithful supporter, whom did not speak ill of me, nor my deen.

Select someone who has knowledge of the world, knowledge of your people, and Knowledge in your faith.

May Allah forgive us, and make us those who he smiles at.  I ask you, Repent to Allah, for he is our master, and from Allah we come, to him we shall return”

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This is a pk post from me and Purrfect, there is no ooc hostility, we cut our char’s short of their reign as we want to foster the community’s rp rather than fight against it. Much love to everyone, and thank you for making this experience fun.

PS. Leave a comment if you knew us plz, would mean alot

((sorry just edited, for some reason didnt put all the post in

The Establishment of Law

alaistiqrar wal'amn

الاستقرار والأمن

Throughout time have the Farfolks and their kin learned to live civil and respectful even during their darkest hours. In order to preserve the mutual understanding that only through law and order harmony can truly be achieved, the Sheikh and his respective subordinates have established the boundaries between civil and savage, good and criminal, divine and dark with spiritual guidance and wisdom.

Article One - Powers of the Sheikh

Section One - Relations with the Majlis

1. The Sheikh may appoint those he sees fit to sit on the Majlis, at his discretion.

2. The Sheikh may revoke seats on the Majlis, at his discretion.

3. The Sheikh may create new positions on the Majlis, at his discretion.

4. The Sheikh may abolish positions on the Majlis.

5. The Sheikh may change the powers of each position on the Majlis as he sees fit.

6. The Sheikh may abolish the entire Majlis.

7. The Sheikh may not arrest any member of the Majlis without cause.

8. The Sheikh may not banish any member of the Majlis without cause.

Section Two- Relations with the Muqeem (citizens)

1. The Sheikh may call any Muqeem to court.

2. The Sheikh may arrest any Muqeem should they have committed a crime or are a suspect in one.

3. The Sheikh may banish any Muqeem.

4. The Sheikh may give any Muqeem honorary titles.

Article Two - Responsibilities and Powers of the Majlis

(*)All positions of the Majlis is subject to change, and in turn, their powers. It should be noted that none of these powers are set in stone and the Sheikh of The sheikhdom may change it as he pleases.(*)

Section One - Office of the Munavin

1. The Grand Steward and their subordinates are responsible for the development of urban areas within The Rashidun  Sheikhdom.

2. The Grand Steward and their subordinates are responsible for the development of rural areas within The Rashidun  Sheikhdom.

3. The Grand Steward and their subordinates are responsible for tax-collecting within the borders of The Rashidun  Sheikhdom.

4. The Grand Steward and their subordinates are responsible for administrating information to the populace of The Rashidun  Sheikhdom.

5. The Lord Steward has the power to appoint Deputy-Stewards in The Rashidun  Sheikhdom.

Section Two - The Majlis of Amirs

1. The Amir is responsible for the management of all armed forces within The Rashidun  Sheikhdom.

2. The Amir is responsible for all armed encounters involving The Rashidun  Sheikhdom.

3. The Amir is the sole head of the military serving The Rashidun  Sheikhdom.

4. The Amir is responsible for policing the realm of The Rashidun  Sheikhdom in diplomatic or martial means.

5. The Amir has the power to create Qa’id (Captain) within Rashidun  Sheikhdom.

6. The Amir May Suggest A promotion to the Sheikh of a subordinates for The Janissary Rank, but only the Sheikh may promote those to Janissary.

Section Three - The Safeer 

1. The Safeer is responsible for international relations between The Rashidun  Sheikhdom and foreign nations.

2. The Safeer has the power to create embassies for The Rashidun  Sheikhdom.

3. The Safeer is responsible for pursuing the interests of the Sheikh and The Rashidun  Sheikhdom.

4. The Safeer has the power to create Deputy Safeers within the Rashidun  Sheikhdom at the Sheikh’s discretion.

Section Four- Mesakha

1. The Mesakha is responsible for the management and upkeep of all official documents within The Rashidun  Sheikhdom.

2. The Mesakha is responsible for sealing all letters sent by the Sheikh of The Rashidun  Sheikhdom.

3. The Mesakha has the power to appoint a scribes within The Rashidun  Sheikhdom.

Article Three - Religious Doctrines

Section One - Religious Devotions

1. Article 3 of the Constitution of Rashidun ensures religious tolerance within the  Sheikhdom.

2. The faith of Iman Al-Rashid is recognized as the faith of the Sheikh and the Farfolk people of Rashidun.

Section Two - Heretical Acts

1. Any improper uses of any holy book in The Rashidun  Sheikhdom is illegal and will permit arrest, banishment, or execution.

2. Destruction of any holy book in The Rashidun  Sheikhdom is illegal and will permit arrest, banishment, or execution.

3. Desecration of a holy monument in The Rashidun  Sheikhdom is illegal and will permit arrest, banishment, or execution.

4. Destruction of a holy monument in The Rashidun  Sheikhdom is illegal and will permit arrest, banishment, or execution.

Clause of Exception

1. Mercenaries forces hired by the Sheikh, if they do not take the One True Creator, must not worship their pagan beliefs in public unless granted permission by the Sheikh.

2. Mercenaries forces hired by the Sheikh cannot make outdoor shrines unless granted permission by the Sheikh.

3. Mercenaries forces hired by the Sheikh cannot spread their pagan beliefs outside their already pre existing group.

Article Five - Property

Section One - Selling and Buying of Property

1. All land, be it residential, agricultural, industrial, is the property of Allah under the tenancy of the Sheikh of The Rashidun  Sheikhdom. Therefore, all land that is permitted for use is at the will of the Sheikh, by the grace of God.

2. Land itself cannot be sold, only rights to the land to be used for residential, agriculture, or industry.

3. Rights to the land can only be dispensed by the Sheikh himself,.

4. All buyers of rights must affirm their oaths to the The Rashidun  Sheikhdom or else the transfer will not be complete.

Section Two - Use of Land

1. Land can only be used for three purposes: residential, agriculture, or industry, unless granted specific permission by the Sheikh.

2. Residential requires a charter from the Sheikh himself or the village will be considered invalid to The Rashidun  Sheikhdom.

3. Residential must be kept to a proper condition. Poorly kept housing and other buildings will be torn down and may result in a fine or arrest.

4. All farms and livestock pens must be orderly and kept. Farms must be harvested accordingly to prevent overgrowth. Livestock pens must be kept clean and the animals checked for any diseases.

5. Destruction of natural beauty, if not allowed by the Sheikh, is illegal and will result in a fine or arrest.

6. Unfinished buildings that lay dormant for more than one year will result in a fine or arrest.

Article Six - Crimes against the State and fellow Man

Section One - Treason

1. Treason is to be considered one of the highest degrees of crime within The Rashidun  Sheikhdom.

2. Refusing the Sheikh’s demand to court is considered treason and will result in arrest, banishment, or execution.

3. Refusing the Majlis’s demand to court is considered treason and will result in arrest, banishment, or execution.

4. Refusing to follow the direct orders of the Sheikh is considered treason and will result in arrest, banishment, or execution.

5. Refusing  to follow the direct orders of the Majlis is considered treason and will result in arrest, banishment, or execution by the Sheikh’s Choice.

6. Refusing the call to arms by the Sheikh or Majlis is considered treason and will result in arrest, banishment, or execution.

7. Refusing to follow the direct orders from a military superior is considered treason and will result in arrest, banishment, or execution.

8. Desertion from the military of the Rashidun  Sheikhdom is considered treason and will result in arrest, banishment, or execution.

9. Assisting an enemy state, be it information, or through supplies is considered treason and will result in arrest, banishment, or execution.

Subsection Two - Destruction or Stealing of Property

1. Larceny, arson, burglary, robbery, poaching, and banditry are all punishable crimes within The Rashidun  Sheikhdom.

2. All degrees of arson are considered illegal and will result in arrest, banishment, or execution.

3. All degrees of larceny, burglary, and robbery are considered illegal and will result in arrest, banishment, or execution.

4. Any acts of banditry within The Rashidun  Sheikhdom will be dealt with the highest degree of punishment, which may be arrest, banishment, torture, or execution.

5. Poaching considered illegal and will result in arrest, banishment, execution, or a fine.

6. Poaching is determined by the animal killed -

7. a. Rabbits and squirrels will lead to a 25 minas or higher fine and can result in arrest, banishment, or execution.                                                                      b. Coyotes, foxes, wolves, flamingos, vourukh and sand tortoises will lead to a 100 minas or higher fine and can result in arrest, banishment, or execution.

Subsection Three - Murder

1. Murder is considered one of the highest degree of crime within The Rashidun  Sheikhdom.

2. Murder without intent will result in arrest or banishment.

3. Murder with intent but the victim is unharmed will result in execution and banishment.

4. Murder with intent but the victim is harmed and not killed will result in arrest, banishment, or execution.

5. Murder with intent and victim has been killed will result in execution.

Subsection Four - Jansi (sexual) Relations

1. Sodomy is considered a high degree of crime within The Rashidun  Sheikhdom as Allah's design and plan was precise when he created man and woman.

2. Publicizing in any way or form Intercourse or sexual relations between two males is illegal and will result in arrest or banishment.

3. Publicizing in any way or form Intercourse or sexual relations between two females is illegal and will result in arrest or banishment.

4. Intercourse between three or more participants (an orgy) is illegal and will result in arrest or banishment.

5. Intercourse between a male human and an orc is illegal and will result in arrest or banishment.

6. Intercourse between a female human and an orc is illegal and will result in arrest or banishment.

Article Eight - Hunting and Slaying of Non-Sentient Creatures

Section One - Game

1. A permit given out by The Rashidun  Sheikhdom is required to hunt certain game.

2. Permission to hunt in the land must be given out by the owner or the Sheikh himself.

3. Falcons may not be hunted within The Rashidun  Sheikhdom unless given permission by the Sheikh.

Section Two - Creatures of Unnatural Origins

1. A permit given out by The Rashidun  Sheikhdom is required to hunt monsters.

2. A member of the military or a recognized monster-hunting organization is required to be part of the party when hunting within Rashidun  Sheikhdom.

Section Three - Fishing and Whaling

1. Fishing does not require a permit from The Rashidun  Sheikhdom.

2. Whaling requires a permit from The Rashidun  Sheikhdom when whaling within the waters of the The Rashidun  Sheikhdom.

3. Fishes under the weight of 6oz. must be placed back into the waters.

4. Whales must be of adult age to be hunted.

5. Whales captured must be informed to a Mesakha for it to be registered.

The Yalasar Laws

It is not fitting for an individual, man or woman, believer or non believer, to undermine or disobey the laws set by Allah and his respective servants. For one who does, is indeed on a clearly wrong path.

1. The many riches of this world belong to those that earned them. The ones that walk a path of thievery will walk a path towards exile.

2. Those that not share the mutual enlightenment of Allah’s followers should be tolerated and treated as an equal, for they cannot help being born outside our sacred lands.

3. These three laws will be the bulwark of the civility within the  Sheikhdom, for they are set in stone by the only supreme authority that reigns above all, Allah.

The Bayezid Laws

In a world full of temptations and delusions, the individual must remain on the divine path set before him. In order for that to be possible, a strong understanding of the true meaning of sacrifice and necessity must be present.

1. The enlightened individual of the  Sheikhdom shall not lie, unless the truth would harm the innocent.

2. Malicious planning or intent are to be blocked out of the minds of those that enter the  Sheikhdom, for those undermine the individual’s divine bond with Allah.

3. Power shall have no worth in the eyes of Allah, only through merit and good intent may one truly be elevated or pardoned.

4. Corrupting the name of Allah and his legitimacy will be strictly forbidden within and outside the  Sheikhdom. As we respect you, we demand respect in return.

5. Any individual breaking these laws in the eyes of other kin or relatives shall lose its representation by the  Sheikhdom, for it does not follow the true path it is required to.

The Mercan Laws

For there are many corrupted in these lands that would lurk upon the riches and people of the  Sheikhdom out of jealousy or envy, it is essential that those that follow God and seek shelter in our sacred land must be protected and prepared for all that evil can bring.

1. When an individual or a collective clearly seeks to undermine the first Yalasar law, Allah shall grant permission to defend and potentially harm the underminers. Only when it is a question of life and death, may the enlightened individual exceed its mortal boundary.

2. Every being within the  Sheikhdom, citizen or visitor, has the divine responsibility to defend the sacred land from anyone that aspires for its destruction.

3. Only the Sheikh is able to appoint his successor, for he represents the people of Rashidun.

4. Ones that carry harmful goods within the  Sheikhdom must seal them and carry them out of sight accordingly. Only those tasked with protecting the  Sheikhdom may publicly show their tools of killing as a sign of authority.

The Kismet Laws

In order to preserve the functionality of the social stature in the Farfolk society, laws must be established as an act of mutual understanding of what restrictions and liberties are for the best. Only through civil interaction can those with a good heart not be swayed to corruption and dark temptations

1. All must be treated with equal respect and consideration within the  Sheikhdom with the exception of increased respect given to those blessed by the Sheikh’s grace.

2. Those that have no wealth due to misfortune should be treated and aided if possible.

3. Those of male gender shall not seek physical contact with females after a marriage for adultery is forbidden.

4. Those who aim to speak their words in a public setting shall refrain from insulting or undermining the Sheikh or his chosen brothers in administration in said public setting.

5. Those who are found to criticise the government without express permission of said government will be given to the hands of the military in order to execute a capital punishment.

6. Those who have chosen to willing take the life of another without just cause shall have their life taken from them in a fashion befitting the crime itself.

7. Any citizen who has for whatever reason evaded the payment of taxes due shall have their taxes doubled at the instant of sentencing. Criminals guilty of such are allowed to pay off in full at that moment. If they continue to refuse actively they shall have all of which they own reclaimed by the state and imprisoned before exile.

8. Bribery is the most sincere form of deviation from the lawful will of the state and by extension Allah and shall be punished by being forced to pay the previously mentioned bribe twice over to the government in addition to the punishment for the crime the bribe was meant to cover.

9. Whoever helps a murderer is by extension holding the blade himself and shall be treated to the same punishment as those who are found red handed and without mercy.

10. Assaulting a citizen with obvious deadly intent or with the possession of a weapon during the assault will find themselves sentenced with capital punishment and then exile with duration set by the presiding officer at the scene. Any citizen assigned exile with duration is still required to pay all according taxes and dues as the state mandates. This may be done by entering at the gate and requesting escort by guard for the duration of their stay, paying dues and then being escorted out.

The Haqq Laws

In a world full of temptations and delusions, the individual must remain on the divine path set before him. In order for that to be possible, a system of forbidden or illegal items is stated here

1. All Products of Pig and Boar are Illegal and will be confiscated and the user or person in possession will be warned, Fined, Arrested, executed or Banished. 

2. All Products of Alcohol are Illegal and will be confiscated and the user or person in possession will be warned, Fined, Arrested, executed or Banished.

3. All Products of Bat produce are Illegal and will be confiscated and the user or person in possession will be warned, Fined, Arrested, executed or Banished.

4. All Products of fire Worship are Illegal and will be confiscated and the user or person in possession will be warned, Fined, Arrested, executed or Banished.

The Sharia Laws

All Iman Rashidun Faith laws are implemented and enforced.

Laws May be Added At the Discretion of the Sheikh Himself.

Signed by,Grand Imam Sheikh ‘Abu Bakr’ Naric Ibn Idris Ibn Zarkan Ibn Ibraheem Ibn Bashar ibn Abbas Ibn Abdullah Ibn Auda ‘Al-Mahdi’ Ibn Fakhri Ibn Arlen Ibn ‘Al-Caliph’ Faiz Kharadeen, Sheikh and Founder of the Rashidun Sheikhdom and the Village of Saqr. Sheikh of the Banu Samid, And unifyer of fishermen, Establisher of the Sharia, founder of the Ansari Seyfs.

Ansari Seyfs 

“Blessed are the Supporter’s swords who support the cause of Allah.”

The Mumineen of the Samid Tribe are no strangers to war, nor holds a lacking of braves. For Allah’s swords are ready to shed blood upon just the beating of a command. The Samid tribe holds no rag tag form of warriors, rather disciplined men and women. They are often viewed as a zealots of the disciplines of Sharia and Honor. Each honoring their tribe and sacrificing to no little amount. For this reason, they are named the Ansari Seyfs, The Supporter’s swords. May Allah grant them victories and the honors of the birds(martyrs).
 

Rank

-Sheikh
Ruling of The Banu Samid and has absolute power over everything within the tribe. The Sheikh is the one that chooses the direction of the military. His soldiers will swear their absolute loyalty and respect towards him. His involvement is generally indirect, however, and is typically handled by his Qa’id.

-Amir
An Amir is appointed by the Sheikh to run the military as the Tribe’s Marshal. The Amiris responsible for running the military and retinues, protecting the Tribe and civilians, protecting the Sheikh, and ensuring order is kept within the land holdings by issuing orders to his captains or personally himself.  The Amir also advises the Sheikh on matters of war and conflict. 

-Janissary
A Janissary is the best of the best, Hand picked by the Sheikh himself entrusted to guard himself and his household. Becoming a Janissary is to become a Slave, and Loyalty and devotion only the Sheikh and Allah. Those who acquired the Rank and Honors of Janissary. This Rank is often only given to those Born into slavery and raised in a janissary program, though it is rare that someone may become Janissary through exemplary actions going above and beyond. To attain these honors, you must give up your freedom. Those who are training to be a janissary will remain the rank of Alfwafid to senior jund.

-Qa’id

An Qa’id is appointed by the Amir to run the military as Captain. The Qa’id is responsible for running the military Trainings, lead patrols, protecting the Tribe and civilians, protecting the Sheikh, and ensuring order is kept within the land holdings.  Often viewed as a rank of outstanding gentlemanship and chivalry befitting of a officer.

-Senior Jund

-Junior Jund
-Jund
The Jund are the most devoted and steadfast common of the main force. The men are experienced through fighting battles and are well-disciplined. They had taken their oaths and have fully joined the brotherhood, and represent their Tribe’s honor, a truly heavy burden.

-Senior Alwafid

-Junior Alwafid

-Alwafid
The Alwafid are the new un-oathed recruits of the Ansari Seyfs and are required to be oathed by the set oathing standards. If the Alwafid is not oathed, they may not receive any additional ranking. Alwafid who are looking to work around the Jizya tax must wait to be oathed, though this is difficult as only Mumineen are really deemed worthy of being a Jund.

Sub-Ranks:

Each soldier that wishes to see progression is required to take on a sub ranking, to learn new skills in order to help himself, his comrades, and his people. Though their main rank is what is important, and this is just a duty that a rank may have.

-Mwahtemed (Quartermaster)
The Mwahtemed is a title given to those who show the capability of doing such jobs as making sure the other soldiers are equipped enough to do their tasks. Specializing in the organization of arms, ranging from weaponry to armor, the task of the Mwahtemed is to assure that their fellow soldiers are equipped. This sub-rank is given to those who are officers, or high ranking within the Ansari Seyfs

-Muhandis (Engineer)
The Muhandis specializes in the use of military siege weaponry, such as battering rams, catapults, trebuchets, ballistae, and defenses such as trenches, walls and so forth. They are very important and almost always needed. This is the most common Sub-Rank, and almost always assigned.

-Jarraah (Combat Medic)
The Jarraah is the lifeline of the military. They make sure the injured and wounded do not die with the use of advanced medical knowledge and are vital to the military
 

Professions:

Every Ansari Seyfs  is required to take on a profession as well, and as they ascend the ranks they’ll find themselves learning more skills to have underneath their wing for future use. All supplies Are given to the Mwahtemed (Quartermaster) to use for the Tribe and it’s Army.

-Miner (Mines ores, and stones and keeps the storage full)

-Farmer (Gathers produce from the earth and keeps the storage full, supplies are given to a Mwahtemed and cook)

-Lumberjack (Goes and gathers woods and keeps the storage full)

-Breeder (Breeds cows, sheep, and chickens and horses and tends the animals, giving produce to cooks or bowyer/fletchers and make sure the storage is full)

-Cook (Cooks food for the army, and makes sure rations are spread evenly for the troops and makes sure storage is full)

-Blacksmith (Makes armor and weapons, such as swords and shields and tools such as shovels, axes, and pickaxes for the army and makes sure the storage is full)

-Bowyer/Fletcher (Makes arrows and bows For the army and makes sure the storage is full)

-Mason (Makes sure stones and supplies for building defenses and siege weapons in storage is full)

Oath:

My duty as a warrior of the Ansari Seyfs now begins.

I am the shield of Allah,

Protecting His Word, His Land, His People.

I am the sword of Allah,

Striking down His enemies.

I am the guardian of His Word,

Spreading His Will and His Light.

My bond is eternal.

My duty as a comrade of the Ansari Seyfs now begins.

I am my brother’s shield,

I shall defend him when he cannot himself.

I am my brother’s sword,

I shall strike for him when he cannot himself.

I am the guardian of his honor,

For we stand as one.

I will fight alongside my brother.

I will die alongside my brother.

My bond is eternal.

The Sheikhdom and the “Southern Summit”

the 13th of the Amber Cold, year 77 of the Second Age


 

Glory be to Allah, The Most Merciful and Most Beneficent.

        Word has come to us, That our Neighbors of the Southern continent have made a summit to discuss the matters of the Southern Continent, inviting everyone, but, The Sheikhdom. The People who lived within the Southern Continent long before these many new neighbors. Though these matters can easily be mistaken as a simple forgetfulness to invite us. The issue is the fact that there was not a single mention in your Summit of the Sandstorm that lasted seven years. Seven whole years. A sandstorm that would take the Capital of the Southern Continent to complete ruin, in which thousands died, an oasis which spurred generations, and a massive landmark of the south destroyed.

Nor the fact that none of our Neighbor nations had the heart to even recognize this great tragedy. It hurts us more to find that you all were aware but took no action to even attempt to bring it to an end, or provide aid after the fact. Rather, you are concerned about another bunch, which had migrated to colonize our homeland, much like yourselves. To even state that the Honorable people of the Lectorate, those far in the north, made efforts to aid us, and not a single neighbor of this South continent.

News reached us about discussing dividing up a land of our heritage. Had we not allowed you when you came to the south to settle freely? Had we not openly welcomed you? For the Land belongs to God Almighty and that it is the very basic right of the descendants to use a land within reason and respect to one another.

Though with all of this, I find myself writing even though my people are hurt by the actions of our neighbors not written here. I write the following: May you find Peace. May you find Stability. We give you the benefit of the doubt. We give forgiveness though we may not forget, we forgive.

God Willing at the next summit, we shall come and sit amongst our neighbors, with all honors deserving. Though we will not be voted in. We will not be voted in to discuss the future of our home which we had welcomed you all into so long ago. It is our home, and God willing, we will not be outsiders to the very land we grew and invited all to, while colonizers decide we are not native to the land we were born to.

To the nations within the summit, had we issue if you moved into our land, we would have certainly ensured you had not moved in. You are indeed most welcome in the Southern Continent, and we respect each and every one of you. We expect the same respect and dignity.

    To my people, to my sons and daughters: No matter what the world may do, we are sons and daughters of mighty heroes. Heroes at which cowards shudder at their names. Heroes such as Khawla, Auda Al-Mahdi, Faiz Kharadeen, Ibraheem Aladeen, Menev, Saqr Al-Hamad, Antar, Ameen, Khalid Ibn Mahmoud and Ashur ibn Mahmoud, Uthman, Ashruf, Amin, Khalid Al-Nabeel. Our land is indeed a land of security and dignity, a land fertile of many honors and braves. Our people established the justice we all know today. Our people invented the basics of what the world lives on to this day. Indeed we are a nation of honors and dignity.

Some of you had expressed feelings of pain. Pain of what the world has caused us. Should we become refugees once more? Thrown and shunned to the wind as the world decides our fate? No, for even if the sun turned to Ash, and the Moon to dust, our hearts beat with dignity. Our Ummah still breathes, and even if the world shall turn its back against us, there is no one in the world we need besides Allah Almighty.

It is our home, and though I doubt the world will go upon the actions you all have suggested, we will not be affected by it. For have we not already been thrown and cast aside, had they not already stolen all that we owned, while we starved? We have rebuilt our home, and rebuilt our dignity, and no one can take it from you besides Almighty God. So be at ease.

Glory be to Allah alone.

From Grand Imam Sheikh ‘Abu Bakr’ Naric Ibn Idris Ibn Zarkan Ibn Ibraheem Ibn Bashar ibn Abbas Ibn Abdullah Ibn Auda ‘Al-Mahdi’ Ibn Fakhri Ibn Arlen Ibn ‘Al-Caliph’ Faiz Kharadeen, Sheikh and Founder of the Rashidun Sheikhdom and the Village of Saqr. Sheikh of the Banu Samid.




 

Samid Tribe

The Steadfast Tribe

“While the world may be a storm, We shall be steadfast.”

The Samid tribe was born through struggle in the years now known as “the years of struggle.” in which the once grand Fakhr Sultanate was thrown into great turmoil through Sandstorm and plague. All the tribe’s had suffered a great deal, no longer holding the individual might as they once had, had all merged their tribes into one unifying tribe for the Sake of Allah. This came with a new found banner and unity, the Tribe of the steadfast had made move away from the ruin that was the oasis, in hopes of new lands, and new lives.

With this, the tribesmen and tribe women now have the honor of the last name of Bani Samid or Al-Samid. Now settling within the Sheikhdom and being the tribal controllers of the Rashidun Sheikhdom. Thus was the disbanding of the Banu Fakhr, Banu Haybah, Banu Hamad, Banu Ullamah, Banu Zarkan, Banu Hattan, Banu Hadad.

Now unifying as The Banu Samid.

The Village of Saqr

“Wise men once said…’We do not choose our destiny, Destiny chooses us’- ‘Al-Mahdi Auda Kharadeen’.”

A place which was once thought to be uninhabitable, due to it’s harsh terrain, and unforgiving climate, had now been claimed and built upon. The Village of Saqr, or in the common tongue, The village of the Falcon, has been built by the migrants of the fallen empire called the Sultanate of Kharasi. The Migrants, had moved in secret from the world to this location, and dedicated a whole year to it’s construction, hiding away from the world. A once barren mountain filled with dangerous animals and deadly weather and a crazed sea has now found a people poor but filled with hope and faith, had now soften it’s heart by the will of Allah and became welcoming for Allah’s slaves.

Due to this position of where this village now resides, it hold great promise, Being near several great powers, having access to the sea and many rich resources and now a people filled with master craftsmen, This village will soon become a place of opportunity, now all eyes are on this village, will it utilize and unlock it’s potential, or become stagnant like many that came before it.

((Many thanks to the Builders @ibraheemc2000 @mrfruit_4 @titanicbomber))

The Rashidun Sheikhdom

“Blessed is the Falcon, that protects over its neighbor’s nest.”
 

The great fall of the Kharasi Sultanate, through a massive punishment from Allah Almighty had given birth to a generation born of Faith, a Zealous Zeal of Bravery and Honor, and Humility. Glory be to Allah for from the Ashes a new nation of braves had arisen and took forth the path of difficulty and Honor. Allah had honored them and to praise him, they became migrants, and settled upon the mountains of hardship. They decided that to keep firm in their faith, they will not live lives of ease, rather they will move upon the harsh mountains, where with every hardship came the remembrance of Allah and his praise, with its strong roots, they set roots. The mountain, in the harsh winters, covered them in snow, In the spring, harsh rain, and in the summer a glaring sun, all while climbing up and down upon this steep home.

Falcons Cry out upon the top of this new home, as the sea crashed against the rocks, sheep bleated, as the scents of Oud, and flowers radiated this mountain. But now this mountain held even more of a sacred treasure, The Call to Prayer, which echoed in beauty through the mountain and onto the shimmering sea.

Those before would call these men and women crazy for settling in this location, for such hardships would not be worth their time. But those that spoke were not of faith. They were those not in the faith of the one Mighty lord Allah, their Master. For those who worship Allah, indeed would be cared for.

These migrants had shunned the world, for they had abandoned the good, and the honesty of the truth. The world had abandoned them. And so for a year, the world had shut their gates on them, when they had nowhere to mourn, nowhere to smile.  So we had shut our gates upon the world, and mourned together, smiled together, and celebrated together.


The Right Guided Sheikhdom has been formed, and the Village of Saqr has planted its roots firmly.
 

Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar!

May the Coward and Infidel Shake as the Mumineen’s flag rises once more.

A Rashidun State is Born!

A Public letter has been written and sent around Almaris

“In the Name of Allah, Most Merciful, Most Beneficent, Our once home Called the Kharasi Sultanate, has fallen by the Might of Allah. He had put a test upon us brothers and sisters, Our nation had fallen into darkness and falsehood, and now We had returned to the path of righteousness and HAQQ, Truth. To the foriegn world we say this, When we had starved in our homes, what had you done? The world had come, and STOLE Our Livestock, They had STOLE our land, They had STOLE our CHILDREN, and They had STOLE our dignity.

Allah had granted Mercy on us, and brought us to the Truth. So, we say this. If you are one who has the fear of Allah within your hearts, and are of good character, then you are welcome to come and trade with us and seek our forgiveness. If you are one who holds no fear of Allah, and does not fear the Day of Judgment where we will be alone and our deeds brought before our lord, and you hold bad character, and hold no respect nor dignity for yourself or others, then go elsewhere. For you will not be welcomed here with anything but the sword. For we hold no tolerance for the filthy of the soul.

We have arisen from the rubble, to find the land shed with blood, with Fortress Afire, and bodies burned and children dead in the sand. We ask Allah to forgive the sins of us all.

We state to the world that in this Rashidun State, Justice will preserve and be a beacon, Fairness and The Truth will be raised high. If you come here, you are safe, and may Allah protect you, Know that we wish to only Secure prosperity and security. Come and trade freely, Come and smile happily, Come and Learn welcomely.

Those who give good, we give ten fold, those give respect we give ten fold, and those who seek the forgiveness of Allah and hold fear of their Lord, We bear witness of their sincerity before Allah.

We are people who hold a history unlike any the world has seen, a culture of purity, and a heart of bravery.
 

If you wish to gain a home, seek relations, or do trade or take use of the land, you must seek the Sheikh’s permission, who holds the only Authority within this Sheikhdom.

To our tribe members who are returning after the storm, being locked out from their homes, I shall inform you of the recent events, After the storm’s end, and we crawled from our homes, All tribes had been disbanded, a formed into a singular Tribe, Al-Samid, and thus united we now are as a singular tribe, bound through the harsh storms which had bonded us together as one heart.

Welcome to our home, and May Allah guide you All.

From Grand Imam Sheikh ‘Abu Bakr’ Naric Ibn Idris Ibn Zarkan Ibn Ibraheem Ibn Bashar ibn Abbas Ibn Abdullah Ibn Auda ‘Al-Mahdi’ Ibn Fakhri Ibn Arlen Ibn ‘Al-Caliph’ Faiz Kharadeen, Sheikh and Founder of the Rashidun Sheikhdom and the Village of Saqr. Sheikh of the Banu Samid.”

 

The Freed Migration

Six years had gone past, The great Kharasi Sultanate and its abundance of tribes, wealth, water, livestock had been wiped off the map in just a matter of a week. It had lost a great deal of faith, abandoning it’s Sharia and Haqq for a station amongst nations of the Kaffir. It is clear to them now, that this was a punishment from Allah, for their abandonment of faith and traditions, he had brought a sandstorm and decimated a once mighty empire of the south continent.

It was only the return to the prayer, and the request to Allah for forgiveness, and the fast of the holy month, did the six year long storm and plague ended. They knew, those who died within the storm, had they sought Allah’s aid, would be in Jannah, Seven Skies, and those that did not, would be in the blazing fires of Jahannam..

It was this time, that the storm ended, and slowly but surely did the people crawl from the rubble of their once luscious and rich capital, to find nothing but infertle sand, and ruins. On this day it was a day of tears of anguish and joy. Though they had lost everything, they had gained EVERYTHING. Faith burned in their hearts, due to the mercy of Allah they had gained freedom of the sun once more.. Children were born in the darkness, and for the first time, these children met the warmth of the sun, and the desolation that was the world. The call was made out into the ruins, a call for prayer, it was met with the silent steps of sand and the soft breeze. The people took what they could, and began their migration. Following the Grand Imam, they would god willing, find a place of peace, and a place to rekindle the faith and justice to the world which had abandoned them.

In so, The migration in the desert has begun, The freed people of ruin, now walk back into their homeland once more. Where they had went, No one knows, their tracks seem to be purposefully covered, perhaps in an attempt to flee from something else that they found that very blessed and cursed day..

It now begins.

The Call in the Sandstorm

It has been six years…Six years within this storm of agony. The voices which spoke through to each other in each house had diminished.. We heard Rumblings before prompt screaming and silence as we heard buildings collapse and crushed who was inside seeking shelter.. For years we could not see the moon, nor tell day from night.

It could be us next, we all told ourselves… From the howling winds, and crumbling around us, we could but huddle and hope our homes were firm enough. Until now, a voice shouted through the storm toward those who may be still alive. 

“I seen it! Oh my people! Oh Mumineen, I have seen it!” quickly a stir of hope flew and swifted around our poor selves! It was the Call of the Local Imam

“I had seen the moon! Fast my brothers and sisters! It is the month of Fasting! Fast! And Pray for the mercy of Allah! Pray that the storm is lifted! In turn we will return to the path of Rashidun! Dua my brothers! For we have no helpers besides Allah! He had created us, for Indeed he can destroy this storm! Surely with hardship will come ease! Repent!”

After words, The storm produced the howling of winds, crumbling of buildings, and now, The prayers of the unfortunate. We can now only hope..Hope this storm comes to an end, and finally receive our freedom once more.
 

[The Event line is near it’s true beginning, those who now near the sandstorm outside, can now make out the prayers to Allah for the ending of the storm. Next post will be posted after the storm ends informing the rest of the world.]

[Again, no magic, nothing can pierce the sandstorm, you can not enter the sandstorm, or exit it. Please keep roleplay outside of the oasis for now until the storm is declared at the end!]
 

Year of Un-Fortune 
 

The days were once calm in the Fakhr Sultanate, the oasis water let gentle flaps as the golden shimmer reflected upon the old fishermen’s faces, the wind blew in the children’s hair, and the sweet smell of vegetation filled the air. Woe to us for our ignorance.. Woe indeed, for it came suddenly, the air took still, and the sun bloated with a cold shadow. Had we only known what was to come..

It took the weak and many of the old and young first, a sickness unseen by the Fakhr… plague filled the street with the bellowing of widows and mothers but that was the easy part, the storm then came, Winds of glass, rock and sand poured into our homes. The sheep were lost, all vegetation ripped from the ground. Now is the year of sorrow, Now is the time Allah punishes us for our abandonment of Salah.. We hear the screams of those who have gone mad, and the sound of the doors open and the steps taken into the howling winds of death.

We are prisoners of our homes, all we must do is pray our supplies are enough..

[Fakhr Oasis Event line]

[The Oasis is ongoing several years of a constant sandstorm, No one in, or out, We are trapped, and it is impossible for outside forces to see if we survive or not]

(This is a community event, if the world would like, they may see this sandstorm, but nothing can be done, Tis is a punishment of GOD!
THERE IS NO BLOCKS REPRESENTING THIS AS WE ARE BROKE!)

In her last days, a wave of nostalgia would overwhelm the weathered woman. Her memories of growing up with her first family, meeting her father, catching Azzam from the trees, teaching Zahra to bake, Saalih and Zaina’s terrifying desert adventures, the formation of the bakery with her sister, those early days so far lost. The birth of Mehreen, her beloved daughter, and how they faced life together. How the two, always hand in hand, faced a dark, unforgiving world. The constant chaos and fear that followed a harsh life in the desert. The loss of those she loved, Matilda, Hassan, Thamer, and yet, she and her daughter persisted.

Amidst chaos and confusion, Allah’s light continued to shine through. All the days spent in the Masjid, Mehreen by her side always. Her union with her husband, Murad, an incredible gift Allah had given her. Fatimah, her beloved niece, was brought into the world. The birth of her twin boys, sweet Maalik and Matin. The expansion of her family, ushered by the most thoughtful man she’d ever met, her husband. She always marveled at the fact that she was able to experience such provision, love, and compassion in her lifetime.

In her final moments, as she felt her body succumb to the harsh desert winds, Marah thought of her husband, her beautiful husband, Murad. The quiet moments spent in the gardens, baking and climbing shelves together, the time with their beautiful children. Her children. Each of them flashed through her mind, as if they passed through a veil she couldn’t follow. Mehreen, Aila, Maalik, Matin, Amina, Zuma, Shams, Qamar, all of the children she cared for so deeply, gone. Their charming smiles, their gentle spirits, their love for adventure, all passed with them. Yet she remained where she stood. A quiet moment of pride and heartbreak. Her children’s admirable strength, unfortunately, accompanied by their own mortality, (in contrast to her fading mortality).

An overwhelming cold surrounded her. Though the slightest light remained as she saw her father’s tender face. The first person she met as she entered their lush oasis, who helped her as she stumbled upon their home. His benign face greeted her, whispering a word of faith, before leaving her behind as he too passed through the vail.

And so she remained, alone once more. As she entered the Oasis, she would leave again, alone. All of her family, the Hattans, Hamads, Ulamahs, and Hadads, her dear friends, Matilda, Diana, Joseph, Philippa, Aylin, Daibibdh, Nin, Rosa, none were with her.

As this terrifying cold continued to engulf her, there was a moment of levity and light. Zahra. As Marah prepared to enter paradise, in shaa allah, her sister would be there waiting. Reunited once more, their hands would interlock. She’d give her sister’s hand a small squeeze, the symbol of their resilient sisterly bond, one that would never fade. This quiet moment, reunited with the one she loved most, brought a peace that surpassed all understanding. Her sister, her beautiful sister, had passed on, her family prevailing. Marah knew she could pass on without worry, as her sister did. Death is just a doorway to eternity, and now Marah could pass through peacefully.

As she drew her final breath, she whispered “اغفر لي الله ، إينا لله وإنا عليه راجعون” (Forgive me, God, we belong to God and to Him, we shall return). And with that, Marah had passed on to Jannah, In Shaa Allah. 

 

Song

[!] The Sun shines over the great golden dunes of the Kharasi desert and a cold breeze comforts those walking upon it.

[!]A letter of invitation is given to you by a Qalasheen child

“You are Hereby invited to the union of Shihab Al-Bahaar and Zaina Bint Utayr Al-Hamad “

The union will be held at Masjid Al-Bidayyah within the Great Kharasi Sultanate. Feast and service will be held within the Sultani Majlis.

Special Invitations:

The Sultan of The Kharasi Sultanate Qamar Al-Nabeel and the Nabeel family @NestroPapaya

The Sheikh of the Hamads and the Hamad’s tribe  @Chrisoulis777

The Sheikh of the Hattans and the Hattan’s tribe @AquaticWolf

The Sheikh of the Zarkan and the Zarkan’s tribe @ibraheemc2000

Foreign invitations :-

The Duke of Elysium, his subjects and the entire kingdom of Elysium. @Suicidium

The Zhu of The Jade state of Yong Ping and the entire state of Yong Ping. @Rapture

The Ferrymen company. @Masouri

THE PACT OF THREE BROTHERS

 SIGNED ON 8 SNOW’S MAIDEN Y64 SA

I - Protection

In light of the attempted assaults upon the Sultan and his realm, the Three Brothers hereby ascertain a pact of aid and defense to the Lord of the Kharasi, given their hospitality and aid to their brethren in many ages past. With this, the Three Brothers maintain their proclamation to the protection of the South.  

II - Operation

The Three Brothers and their auxiliaries will retain protection for the duration of their aid or stay within the territories of the Kharasi Sultanate. The Kharasi Sultanate will act as a neutral ground, any enemies of the Three Brothers will not be allowed sanction and will be met with utmost hostility. The aforementioned auxiliaries will work with the Sultan’s soldiers and envoys to retain peace for the securing of their land.

One hundred cattle will be arranged in trade, alongside armaments. In return, the Three Brothers will prepare a gift of serene and ethereal property of powerful disposition for the Great Sultan.

III - Recognition

The Kharasi Sultanate recognizes the Three Brothers as the foremost protectors and warriors of the South, and the Three Brothers recognize the legitimacy of Great Sultan Qamar Ibn Zayd Al-Nabeel in his claims of land and sovereignty of the Sultanate.

Signed,

ISKANDER, Red Knight of the Sand.

MOHAMMAD, Red Eye of the Sand.

JALAL, Red Prophet of the Sand.

Qamar Ibn Zayd Al-Nabeel

Great Sultan of the Kharasi, Lord Protector of the Farfolk, The Glorious Falcon, Conqueror of the South, The Great Uniter, Khaleesi of the Kharasi Desert, Breaker of Chains, Catcher of Kiddo's, Wearer of Turtle Helmets, etcetera

((This document is only available to the signatories and whom they wish to share it to)).

The Sultan’s Assassination Attempt

A Dark elf From the Settlement upon Mount Hamza

The Day was a calm, blissful day, the sultanate’s people walked around the market, food was exchanged and the common rumors or debates were shared with scholars. Until a Diplomate came to the Oasis, they came insulting the culture, the Sultan, the women, and children. Though many were outraged the Sultan had kept his cool, merely giving the simple statement
“Please send another diplomat, one who is more respectful.” their diplomates left with food and water and protection. A simple argument over territory of mount Hamza, some band moved in upon it, and thus created talks between the two.

The Sultanate did not expect what was to come next.

Another diplomat arrived yet this time A dark elf wielding Magic, they demanded for the sultan and spoke with him, they wished to see ‘demands’ of the sultan. Had their previous diplomate had explained, there were no demands. The Sultan welcomed them, giving them food and respect, informing them, rather than a dispute of land, they appreciated they moved on a mountain very dear to the Sultanate, as it being populated was a sign of respect. The Diplomat puffed blacked smoke and insulted the sultan by stating that ‘they will not respect the sultanate for they had done nothing to deserve it’ Something completely out of the blue. A guard mumbled a sigh on the recent aggression, but just then the diplomat threw flames to the sultan! A ASSASSIN! The janissaries sprung into action and defended the sultan’s life. They had escorted the sultan Away, and let the Assassin leave untouched. For even under the guise of a diplomat, the Sultanate shall not attack rather defend itself, and allow the cowardly attacker to leave untouched.

The Sultanate shall make this clear.

“We had Accepted you in our homes with friendship, and you had attacked, insulted, and attempted to kill our sultan over simple hatred for the farfolk race. No demands of Vassalisation, No demands of taxation, No demands besides a simple request. Which was thus ‘Feel at peace, and welcome.’

Your people are no longer Allowed within the Sultanate, for your active aggression, for YOU had come to US, YOU had assumed we wished to conquer, YOU insulted US, YOU attempted to Kill US, and WE had been kind YOU.

May Allah change their hearts from their evil, and let them see a better mind of peace.

We shall make this clear, We hold no aggression, any further Assaults and raids, shall be a declaration of war against the Sultanate, and request you send Aine Af Orvari, Past Amir of the Sultanate of Haria, to do diplomacy on your behalf.

Otherwise, Stay out, and NO SHAWARMA FOR YOU!”

Signed Sultan Qamar Al-Nabeel,  The Great Sultan of Kharasi

Lord Protector of the Farfolk, The Glorious Falcon, The Great Uniter, Khaleesi of the Kharasi Desert, Breaker of Chains, Catcher of Kiddo’s, Wearer of turtle helmets

As spring comes upon the Oasis and the Jasmine flowers bloom, preparations for a celebration commence in the Kharasi Sultanate. After long last, the union of Shams Ibn Zayd Al-Nabeel and Mehreen Bint Marah Al-Hattan has arrived. All friends, family, and allies of the Sultanate are invited, along with a handful of distinguished invitations.

Royal Banu Nabeel, Banu Hattan, & Banu Hamad

The Citizens of Yong Ping

His Lordship, Eugeo de Astrea, Duke of Elysium and his family

His Highness, Prince of Savoy Olivier II Laurene Ashford de Savoie and his family

Basyil "Banjo" Mareno and the Ferrymen

The King of Norland and His People

The ceremony will take place as the sun sets on The Grand Harvest of SA 63 in the masjid. The festivities will include a traditional Badawi wedding and reception, along with a feast, gift giving, and joyous celebration.

[OOC: The wedding will take place on Saturday, 2/12/22, at 6 PM EST]

[!] Multiple copies of a flier have been pasted about on all walls of important buildings in the Fakhr Oasis, and outside the Majlis.

Fatimah’s mule Bubba has gone missing from his home beside the old tent. She requests any individuals with information to come forward. Any information that leads to Bubba’s retrieval will be rewarded with fifty minas.

I have yet to meet such welcoming and honorable people as the Farfolk who live in the Fakhr Oasis. It warms my heart that such people bring light to the world of Almaris in times of turmoil and darkness. Therefore I declare the following:

I. The Fakhr Oasis is under the protection of the Ferrymen

II. The Ferrymen will aid the Fakhr Oasis in any conflict they engage in, defensive or offensive.

Signed,

Banjo, The Captain of the Ferrymen, Savior of the Common and Free People, Pillager of Elvenesse, Liberator of Man, The Bringer of Equality, Capturer of the Bastion, Defeater of Racism, Debearder of Grand Kings, Sailor of the Seas, 2x Mr. Almaris, Emperor of the Roads, Lord of Shipwreck Keep, Occupier of New Providence, 40 Star General, The Greater Lobster Fisherman, Premortem Saint of Epic Ballads, Protector of the Farfolk 

⊳⊰✧ The Free Shawarma Policy for Ferrymen ✧⊱⊲

Simply said, all Ferrymen are granted free shawarma in the Oasis!

Azzam Bin Hakim Al-Hattan

[!]On a breezy night , a man who was known to be the future of the Qalasheens, successor of the Protector of Farfolks woke up before dawn, heading to perform his religious duties as a slave to Allah, to pray to him before dawn.

He washed up and wore his modest perfumed clothes to walk out, Not before glancing at the empty room of his child and the royal bed he’s sleeping on alone. Remembering the incident that caused him to lose his newly formed family. Azzam  shook his head off and mumbled a few prayers to Allah as he headed out towards the Masjid or was most famously known as Masjid Al-bidayaah [The mosque of Beginning]. 

As he walked out of his palace really early before a prayer as he usually does, he shortened his steps and observed Allah’s creation as he walked, enjoying the cold breeze of night. He reaches the Harir’s market center. Pausing his march to take a glimpse of what he and many men who he loved as brothers built, inhaling largely. His sister's bakery who he was kicked out of many times. His dear Friend and the man he sees as his third brother’s Lounge. His late uncle and aunt's silk shop. His late brother-in-law's general shop and the man who almost controlled the trade of the Oasis. he chuckled a bit, remembering the chaos that always occurs within this lively place, wondering what will happen after everyone wakes up, eventually to perform their prayers. 

Azzam removed his shoes as he walked through the archway of the Masjid, sighing with a faint smile at the notes about “Kaffir books” loving how strict his people are when it comes to Allah. 

As he walks on top of the silky handmade carpet of the Masjid he stops for a moment looking uptop at the dome his father Nagged him to build when they start the constructing of the Masjid, chuckling slightly as he shook his head, walking forward to the spot behind the Imam.

His arms rose till his hands reached the level of his ears, As he unknowingly performed his last Takbirah. . . he smiled as he thanked Allah of the life he lived, the people he cared for, and how they cared for him, Forgiving those who has done him wrong and Misunderstood his intentions. He performed the first Rak’ah of his prayer and as he reached the part to lower himself, he did, not knowing he performed his last movement in this world. Azzam lowered himself in front of Allah, his body did not rise, but his soul was pulled away, In shaa Allah to Jannah. 

[!] Azzam Bin Hakim Al-Hattan died while doing the Masjid prayer, all alone, but not quite, his Allah was with him. . . and hopefully Allah loved him so much that he wished for him to be closer to him. 

OOC: I have tons of fun playing him. The time i had with him was amazing. he made me meet the community i am currently with and i am thankful that i did meet them. Truly blessed to have spent the time with you guys!. Yall know yourselves. <3

[!] A note has been tacked to the Halwa Bakery counter, accompanied by a cactus flower.

•─────────•°•❀•°•─────────•

When the winds and sands create a melody

What can one do but to sing the harmony?

My dear family, my friends. Abi, ummi, akhis, ukhti. It is with a heavy heart I write this note, but I know that if I were to seek you out, I would not be able to speak. 

There was once, years ago, when I waited until it was almost too late to follow a call. That hesitation resulted in regret, anguish, and despair that locked me in a cage. Recently, another call has beckoned me, and I dare not hesitate again. So I am taking Fatimah, and we will retrace the wandering footsteps of our ancestors. Habibis, do not fear for us. Rest well knowing we are covered by the grace of Allah.

Ahebbak habibis.