Long before the creation of this world, the time was short and singular. Everything; regardless of the size was added and multiplied to bring to a unit place. This, could never be brought into existence till the king of Saheefa was alive and active. The kingdom, Saheefa, believed to be the oldest kingdom of the world, was being governed by the king named Astaf. The term Saheefa literally translates to Scripture. A name like so, would not exist without any reasons, thus, the only reason behind such a name was the vulnerable writings, inscribed by scribes in manuscript papers almost since the last million years. All of those were saved inside the strong; double layered walls of the museum named Scriptorium. Astaf was not only a tyrant but also a basic false-armed man who would not even breath a word about the events he resented.
The certain resentment was for the loss of his son to the breach of the Singularity. Years ago, the king had a son ; who couldn't make it up to being called a prince. He was named Tahrir. He was critical about all the titles that he got from the universe, like so, he took his name to be a title too! So to prove his dedication, Tahrir wanted to become a scribe. As per the requirement he had to go to the Scriptorium, where he found a book named the same as he was named. Doing further research, he found out that its scribe was the most powerful and had powers to bring upon the destruction of this world by spreading the celestial materials in the universe, the only way to stop him was to kill him. upon a misunderstanding, the scribe managed to kill the king's son in heed of his power.
From then on, The king started to openly follow the rules to eventually destroy the universe and nonetheless, number of lives dependent on the basic formulation of the Mighty singularity.
Present day:
The city of Saheefa breathed some fresh air as the morning market of Friday started its business, blue skies, marshy weather with a hint of sunlight, brick floor, palm trees, smell of freshly harvested date in the air, chanting of preachers, made the ambience unneglectable. Soon, from not afar; quarrelsome buyers started to bargain and created a vast problem. It was making the day bad, The preachers were overheard, sky looked pale, sun hid itself and the dates lost its smell.
Soon, in the scene, an young lad appeared wearing a red fez( a hat like Aladdin's ), loose pants, jacket and a batua purse. He was a cosmos in himself, as if he had everything, the femininity and masculinity well balanced in the way he walked, talked and mocked! He stayed calm and eventually the scene came to a stop, the problem was solved! He was a miracle!
He went back to the shop he was managing on his aka's(lord's) wish, and started calculating the amount of sales of the previous month. Soon a call came from the right side, as he looked up, he saw a young lady standing straight in front of him. He stood up and said, "What can i get you madam?" No reply!
He asked again and then her lips parted in hope of saying something, but when she did, she only asked, "I need the address of Scriptorium." "Well, madam; I am new here but can surely make up your contact with some citizen."Â "I need you to come with me.", saying so, she pulled him towards a corner. The brick walls were rough where his back was going to hit but to his surprise, her soft hands held the bricks before his back could touch upon them.Â
Her lips parted again, not for what he was expecting now but in awe. Her eyes opened bloodshot, so did her mouth in surprise. Just behind the walls was the silver castle of the king. Both the lad and the lady staying in place, looked up to the sparkle and started wondering for how could it be.Â