On the following morning, Nasheva woke up early. After completing Shubuh, the Morning Prayer, she went directly to the deck, and saw Amir Obaid had already stood there. She greeted the ambassador and stood not far from him, witnessing the dawn, the born of a new day.
The mist of clouds had disappeared; the sunrise came. A tall tower with large blocks of light colored stone on its square-fundament appeared in sight. In seeing this, Nasheva was amazed. She asked Amir Obaid what it was.
“The famous Lighthouse of Alexandria,” the ambassador replied with a grin. “It was built by Ptolemy I shortly after the death of Alexander the Great. But Ptolemy I died before seeing it completed. Not until twelve years later, when his son Ptolemy II was in power, that the lighthouse was operational. It survived a great earthquake and was damaged badly. Fascinating that it is still functioning, is it not?”
Not long after that, the ship approached Alexandrian Harbor. Nasheva was amazed; she saw Alexandria was stretching comfortably from end to end, like a giant white marble underneath the majestic sky.
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