FAHRINAALI

A woman in a white dress. Hands and feet both tied in a shackles. Battered completely from limbs to limbs. 

It's was a beautiful day to die Infront of the people that mocked and disrespected her existence. Her tears dried up after crying all night on her cell. But she had no choice but to she accepts her fate, that her time is finally over.. As long as her treasures escaped and live for her as a promise..

The memory is painfully precious it's coming back to her fleeting on an instant..

She was tortured. Until she can't even stand and defend herself. She was drowning on her own blood. Stained on her dress that was sewed by her beloved man.


She was the last of her kind. And her family hunts down, her home was burnt to the ground. Beheaded and enslaved. She deviated and it was painful for her to accept that it will be the last time she'll see her family again. 

She was captured, so that her husband and her child would flee.

No one knows she bares a child. Thought that she's the last. And it's enough for her even she'll be no longer stay as her mother, soon will be part of the earth.


She kneel down and glance upward. The birds were flying on the sky.


The man unsheathed his sword and he let him as she began to pray.


 As she stop she leaned and gave him a sign.. and from that moment her breath ceased

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