The Battle of Damashq
Kadarsi Soldiers Stand Ready In the Square of Damashq, on 17th of Snow’s maiden, 1669
"Never Did I think, I would Lead My people in a battle for their freedom, yet, here I am..."- Sultan Auda Kharadeen
The Cool Breeze blew through the city, on top of the hill was a tent, red and white striped with banners of the Kadarsi Sultanate flowing calmly in the breeze, Within the tent Stood a Man Clad In armour, his hands working on tightening his Metal bracers, his soft beard set upon his armour. “Ehem.” In Which the Man turned his gaze to see a Woman holding a helmet, with two Young Boys by either side holding onto her dress. The Man smiled and reached to take the helmet and place it upon his head and smile, “Go With Allah, And remember we wait here for your return…” the Woman Said a sound of fear and worry across her voice, her gaze lowered as a tear rolled down her cheek. The Man smiled and Embraced his wife and turned to the two boys and got onto his Knees “My Lions.” he smiled placing his hand softly upon their cheeks “Take care of your Mother while I'm gone.” he’d rise himself up and moved past them and turned to them before leaving the tent “If I am to Die a Martyr tell Umar and Abdullah, that I sacrificed My life In the path of Allah.” and without waiting for a response, he exited the tent.
“May Allah help them and strengthen their weaknesses, and Bring them home.”
Sultan Auda Kharadeen Stepped from his tent, the cool soft windblown softly upon his face. “Are the Men Gathered?” he’d turn to a Man next to Him Dressed In a Gray Janissary Captain’s uniform “The Men are Ready And Await For your Command, My Sultan.” with a Nod Auda Looked to the Janissary Captain “you done Well, My brother...We will Avenge your Daughter...I promise you Ibraheem.” The Janissary just looked out to the hill at the men gathered “I thought She would be with me On this day… May Allah grant me the Revenge for her…and honour her through my jihads..” with a nod the sultan descended the hill “Inshallah.” When Arriving Before the Men the Sultan looked at the men, Clad in Armor and the Spirit of Bravery and hope-filled their hearts, A determination to fight In the Jihad and Defense of their Home Raise their Spirits….Allah Was with them.
“Oh, My LIONS! We Did not Ask for this War... This was thrusted Upon us…” he’d begin looking at them as he mounted his White Stallion. “We Are all Men of Allah, Who believes In the One And Only God… We are All Men Who Are proud to Say we are people of the Kadarsi Sultanate! These invaders Came to us with Swords drawn and blood of Children and Elderly Still wet upon it! We will not Surrender! We Are people who bring Justice! They Kidnap Children and innocent people and torture them… They Turn Brother vs brother in hopes to kill both for their wealth! They Are oppressive to their Farfolk people! We are Brave Men...Who Stand in Defiance to injustice and tyranny…A Day Ago Received the report of the Ghanyahans Raising an Army to Destroy this city! I Sultan Auda called for Every Able man to take up arms In the Defence of Justice and Our beloved Homeland! Tell me We have done so! Soon We will Engage in a difficult battle with the Enemy! We know They Have Planned..But So have we… The Ghanyahans were foolish enough to send us a Letter to surrender, In which we replied with ‘We men of Kadarsi, put our faith, Our Trust, Our Love, our flocks, Our family, and our worship in Allah… Our very breaths and tongues speak his name… If you think your Army are Greater than Him….Bring them!’ And So they did! Do not fight to please me!” he’d point to himself shaking his head and then raised his finger to the sky “Fight to please Allah! Do not Fight to please me! And Remember these Two great Deeds! Martyrdom! Or VICTORY!” A cheer would be heard for A moment Until the Janissary captain shouted “MOUNT!” Upon such, men Turned and Mounted their Steeds, with great determinations and all eyes turned on the Sultan.
The Sultan began to lead the Rows of Kadarsi Soldiers Down the Street in the city, Shouts and Calls of Love and passion from the citizens were called to the sultan and the Brave Soldiers, Roses and letters were thrown “May Allah keep your sword sharp!” “Allah Bless you With victory!” “Allah Grant you A glorious Jihad”
“Protect Our Nation and our people!” “May Allah protect you!”
The Soldiers ride, And the Dust of Dry Dirt fell behind them, as they Traveled from the city. A few Miles From the city the Kadarsi Army Stopped And Locked Gaze upon the Ghanyahan forces… The Ghanyahan Leader gave a Smirk of joy. Little Did they know Allah Was there to Send strength and courage to the Kadari Soldiers and brave mumineen.
“Ibraheem you Shall lead the left wing, And Amias you Shall lead the Right and I shall be in the Middle! Are you Ready?!” The Daring Sultan Shouted looking to both the men, In which they agreed “Yes, Mahdi!” but the Ghanyahans Did not Wait “CHARGE! KILL THEM!” The shout came From the Command of the Ghanyahans, the Shouts of Wild And crazed men surged Forward to the Kadarsi Army. The Sultan Than Raised his Sword “Attack, Allah is great!” Upon such the Kadarsi Soldiers, their Hearts pounding with excitement, and Encouragement And with A deep Love of Allah and The Sultan the gave a thunderous boom that Shook the ground “ALLAH IS GREAT!” As they Charged, their Horse Thundering to the Ghanyahans with the Smoke of a Sandstorm behind them. The very Call upon God, made the Ghanyahans Stumble back and begin to fall back, but that Did not Stop the Kadarsi Warriors, They Charged Forward Like Streams of lightning, upon such the ghanyans attempted to make a Wall, Which then The battle Began!
The Battle Began, The Courageous Kadarsi Warriors Smashed Into the Ghanyahans, The Battle was Fierce But the Kadarsi Warriors Repeated the Comforting words of Allah the Exalted and the saying in the Holy book Kitab Al-salam “When you Suffer Pain, They to Suffer Pain, but you have hope In Allah, That they may Never have.” The battle Went Steady the Kadarsi Pushed the Ghanyahans back, to the point where their cowardice leader, Who stood In the Backlines was forced into fighting. The Brave janissary Amias Swung his shamshir killing a Ghanyahan officer, and was dodging arrows upon the battlefield, A Loyal kadarsi Warrior by the name of Abu Hajir was faced up against two Ghanyahan men, Swing his shamshir at both men parrying the swords of the Ghanyahan Soldiers, Until he was able to duck down and use his round shield and shamshir to knock both down from behind their legs giving off a fearsome roar, upon than striking the fallen warriors killing them, the janissary Captain ibraheem swung his shamshir against the shield wall repeatedly turning himself to gain the momentum to kick them knocking some down, with his qalasheen dagger in the other hand and shamshir in the other he parried the attacking foes, killing one with the dagger to the throat, and another with the shamshir to his ribcage, he gave a warcry of Allah is great, A brave Kadarsi Warrior by the name of Menev with his trusty shamshir was faced up Against an Orc mercenary, weilding a mighty mace, stood taller than himself, but this did not concern him, he charged and fought the orc ferociously until the arm of the orc fell upon the ground giving off a blood curdling scream of pain, in which he then gave the beast a final blow. Upon a Kadarsi Warrior, Ahmad, Faced a grouping of Three men, covered in blood Ahmad gave a cry of Allah is great and carved into them, hacking with his one-handed Kadarsi battle axe, and his Qalasheen Shamshir sword with the other, Fighting in the very image of a Mighty Lion, in which the Ghanyahans warriors held no chance, and was slew through his sheer force. Another brave kadarsi warrior who was known as Abu Duqaq knocked from his steed, feel upon the ground, and avoided the spear by rolling over, and stumbled to his feet, unarmed, he charged forward at the spear man, taking the spear and kicking him, in which he threw the spear up and threw it into the belly of a Ghanyan commander he was then hit upon his thigh with a arrow, in which he grunted in pain, taking a sword that was directed at him with his hand disarming the Foe, taking a arrow into his back, in which he called out in pain, upon that taking a sword blow to the leg falling to a knee, still fighting for his beloved country, upon finally a spear to the back of his shoulder out the other side ended the courageous man, in which he smiled, Being honoured the glory of a martyr in the path of allah and in defense of his country, remembering his son back home in Damashq. The Fighting was Intense, men All over fought into pairs and the Dirt became bloodied with bodies and heads. The Ghanyahans being pushed back a fearsome assault of the Tigers that was the Kadarsi Spirit, being pushed to a nearby Ditch, In which the fighting turned into a massacre, Archer along the top of the ditch rained Arrows upon the Barbarian Horde that fell. Fighting above the ground became even more fierce In which the Courageous And Victorious Sultan Auda Kharadeen Swung a Blow which parted the Ghanyahan Head commander’s head from his body. The Sultan Reared his horse “ALLAH IS GREAT!” in which the Kadarsi Soldiers looked And seen their Sultan Victorious Giving them The love and Courage of Allah and Pushed the Ghanyans Back into a full retreat “Commander Jumaane M'baku has been slain! Commander Jumaane M'baku has been slain! Retreat! Retreat!” The Calls Of Allah Is great Thundered the land, Citizens in Damashq could barely tell what was going on from afar but Feared the worse. The Kadarsi Warriors Cut Down the Ghanyahans Killing Many Only Few Escaped with their lives by the Grace of the Sultan. The Battle Was Won, The Kadarsi took Only A Few Martyrs and The Ghanyahans Being Crushed Scattering away with less than a handful making it out with their lives.
The Army Returned to Damashq, The News of the Brave Sultan and great Commanders and Warriors of the Kadarsi Sultanate Spread Like Wildfire. Farfolks Who Fled the Tyranny of the Ghanyans Couldn't Believe it When they Heard the news of the Victory. The Sultan Returned Home a Hero, Roses and Petals Were poured from the rooftops Down upon the Victorious army, Men Enter their homes and were embraced as heroes and Shouts of Joy Rang Throughout the City.
Allah Has Defeated the Infidels Who Came and Threatened to Destroy All faiths, and killed all peoples Within the Sultanate. In this Battle The Kadarsi Warriors Are Internalised Forever for their Stand vs Injustice and the Tyrants, may Allah’s Mercy Be Upon Them All.
“Like Kadarsi Steel, We are forged, And Our Forger is Allah.”