The Call in the Sandstorm[Eventline]

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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!]
 

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Arwa Bint Hakim Zarkan huddled close with her children as her husband declared the period of fasting. She made soft prayers and dua's to their creator while conforting her children through this rough and terrifying storm. "Ya Allah.. Dont give us more then we can bare."

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*would give rp comment after Ramadan for now reserve ;3*
 

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Hassan ibn Naric Zarkan still rode Salaf to the edge of the desert each morning at dawn- he had been living in Fort Myrine since he had been unable to return to the Sultanate after his trial. He held the reigns of his horse high before him as he gave a pained look into the sandstorm in the valleys below. It was still ongoing. Hassan briefly turned around to address Myza ( @tadabug2000 ), who had accompanied him on this day. "Still nothing..." Hassan lamented with a stoic grimace on his features, "The storms must end soon... we must continue to hold out hope, and pray for the safety of our people... it is the only way."