Mirha
'Nothing lasts forever, it must all one day come to an end.' Those words that mother would tell me, I wish right now she was with us to tell me this nightmare will all be over because one day it'll come to an end. But she's dead or so we think.
Year 706 of Asad Caliphate, The Al-Azwar family who had bore generations after generations the most genius and respected generals of all time were declared 'traitors' and his entire family were beheaded. Their wealth and land had been seized by the authorities and Al-Azwar name decimated to nothing but that of a 'traitor'.
It wasn't over the course of a day or two. This struggle between our family and the Caliphate had been ongoing for a decade. And it burst open a year ago.
The day that we came back from our trip, armed soldiers of the Caliphate guarded our mansion. Father had told my brother to take me to my room and not take a step out, I was so scared and tired I went to sleep as soon as I reached my Chambers. But I wish I hadn't, I wish I had joined in the political disputes, I wish I'd known a little more about who made us like this so I could and cut their guts apart.
After that incident, Father was visited by the Caliphate administrators many more times for the next 3 years and when I had reached 10 and my brother 17, Father had us sent away abroad to study. I didn't know exactly why he would do that. Father couldn't even bear to separate from me for a few days but I supposed it'd had to do with the increasing tensions of our family and the Caliphate.
When we had arrived abroad at the academy, I was sad and disheartened as I didn't want to leave my father and mother but sometimes later, I blend in and managed to make some good friends. Then for the next 6 years everything was peaceful untill one day we had to escape from the academy at night. Again, I had to leave behind all that I'd become attached to and had grown to love.
Me and my brother had run away back to the Caliphate after escaping from many hurdles in the academy, it seemed the Caliphate had sent after us people to capture us and this meant that Father and mother had been in their possession too. I dreaded every moment: what must they be doing to mother and father?
Only I, my brother, and my God knows the hell we went through that day and everyday after escaping.
Why? Why us? Why me? Why, Why God? Why...
My hands build a house for me to ask, to plead, to cry but what is a house if it has no roof? So what use are my prayers if I'm choking on my tears and swallowing mud to satisfy my hunger everyday....
When we had escaped from The Academy that day, we went into hiding for several weeks untill the authorities slowly laid off. We'd disguised ourselves as normal orphan civilians and gathered sufficient money from small work from here and there. Because our portraits had been everywhere, we had to smear dirt on our fave and hair colour so no one can distinguish us although it was hard to.hide our eye colour.
From then on, my brother had taken several trips back and forth from the ships and boats going to the Caliphate. When I'd learned that he'd been planning on taking us back to the Caliphate, I'd outraged. Why would he willingly put us in danger. But after calming down, I realised there was a catch to it: sometimes the most dangerous place is the most safest place. No one would expect us to escape the Academy only to come back to the Caliphate instead they'd think we've run off to another country, so when they can't find us in other places they'd assume we died whilst we'd be alive in the Caliphate.
And now we were in the very place we were born, raised and had been presumed dead in. Presumed dead as the offspring of traitors.
Every street that I walked sung tales of my father's betrayal, his corruption, and his miserable and shameful fall.
Yet these were the very street he had spent nights building, these were the people he had injured his whilst protecting, these were the peaceful times he'd killed and been killed for but he never got to see it. I'm glad he didn't. But I wish he could see that although everyone had abandoned him, his contributions to the Caliphate paid off and that I and my brother still believed in him. In his loyalty and Innocence.