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Cairo


* * Nasheva arrived in Cairo. She saw it as a densely populated city, a maze of streets bustling with life. Men with their long robes and turbans and women with their long dresses and headscarves consumed much of the space; all were hectic pursuing their own business. Itinerant vendors jammed both the narrow and … Continue reading

Morning Saunter

Morning Saunter


* * Jalaluddin’s morning saunter had led him to the greenery in the outskirt of Konya. He reached into the river that stretched before him and washed his face until his beard and white robe’s neckline were soaked. He thought that everything must have gone well with his disciple Nasheva. But even when such certainty … Continue reading

Spiritual Reunion

Spiritual Reunion


* * Nasheva heard Mawlana Jalaluddin’s final words reverberating in the horizon of her heart: “I have revealed to you the secrets of my heart, I have given to you the whispers of my soul, What was whispered by my soul in tears shall be spoken by eternity in joy Like the earth trusts the … Continue reading

Dreams

Dreams


* * Nasheva spoke of dreams: O young hearts of Egypt, Your dreams are not the lines written by your memory, but they are tomorrow’s answers to your today’s questions. Your life is dull when you have no dreams to pursue, and your life is dull when there’s no love to share. Only dreams and … Continue reading

Happiness is Light

Happiness is Light


* * A glimpse of evil thought came to Nasheva’s mind. She could feel that every one of the Egyptians now saw her with veneration. She glanced at Syaikh Ahmad Fatih who was sitting on the far end, next to Sultan Baybars. She had never had an inkling of resenting the presence of the Mufti … Continue reading

The Palace

The Palace


* The ambassador exited the chariot, followed by Nasheva. Two guards opened the gate for them. They then walked towards the large ivory-colored building with a brownish gigantic wooden door. The building was constructed according to strict geometric principles in the form of concentric cubes. Two towers rose from the lowest level up to the … Continue reading

Alexandria

Alexandria


* * 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; … Continue reading

Morning in Cairo

Morning in Cairo


* * Outside, the clouds were rapidly sailing in the vast ocean of azure sky, while cool breeze blew from the north as if reminding people, animals, and plants of the arrival of a new season. Soon after dressing up, both Nasheva and the Princess had breakfast. They then went into the chariot that had … Continue reading

Mawlana Jalaluddin

Mawlana Jalaluddin


* * After having a rest in the morning, Nasheva went for an afternoon stroll. It was then that she saw a crowd full of men and women of any age, circling a storyteller. Nasheva missed the beginning of the story but joined the crowd nevertheless. “He is not an ordinary Mufti,” the storyteller said … Continue reading