𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦

03

 Nasir signaled for the group to follow him toward the battlefront. The air was thick with the smell of death and smoke, and Halima felt her heart racing in her chest. As Nasir and Abdur Rahman approached the enemy lines, she could see fear and surprise in their soldiers' eyes as the rebels appeared suddenly.

Halima's determination surged within her, knowing that this fight was not just for her freedom, but also for countless others ensnared by the cruel tyranny of the opposing army. Memories of her past, of her family's training and valiant battles, surged forward. She had hoped to leave such gruesome sights behind, but destiny had thrust her into this harrowing reality once more.

The battle raged on for hours, with no signs of a victor in sight. The two armies were evenly matched and both sides had suffered heavy casualties. Abdur Rahman valiantly fought at the front lines, inspiring the rebels with his bravery. Halima watched him from afar, her heart pounding with pride.

But eventually, the enemy regained their footing and began to gain ground against the rebels. Abdur Rahman was hit by an arrow and fell to the ground wounded. Halima screamed out his name and ran forward into the chaos, desperately trying to reach him. But before she could get there, one of Nasir's men grabbed her by the arm and dragged her back to safety. He yelled at her that it was too late—they were losing the battle and they needed to retreat as quickly as possible if anyone was going to survive.

Halima's heart skipped a beat as she watched her husband fall. She knew she had to act fast. Without hesitation, she left the folds of the men and charged forward, taking down enemy soldiers left and right. She fought with a ferocity she didn't know she had fueled by her love for Abdur Rahman and her determination to win this battle.

Nasir and the other rebels followed her lead, fighting fiercely to protect their leader and their cause. With Halima leading the charge, the rebels launched a final attack, striking the enemy with a ferocity that they had never seen before. The enemy soldiers were caught off guard, and soon the tide of the battle began to turn. Halima fought with all her might, pushing forward through the enemy lines to reach Abdur Rahman. 

She could see the fear and desperation in his eyes, and she knew that they needed to get out of there. Halima's heart sank as she realized that they had lost. She looked back one last time at Abdur Rahman, who was now surrounded by enemy soldiers. Tears streamed down her face as they ran, she couldn't help but feel a sense of despair. They had fought so hard, but in the end, she gained back his country but lost him. 

Halima covered her face with her hands, trying to hold the tears in, but they kept streaming down her face in a nonstop torrent. She left the grounds the pain was too unbearable and she didn't know how much longer she could hold it together; she couldn't believe that Abdur Rahman was gone. Her eyes were red and blotchy and her nose was running. She tried to wipe it with her sleeve to keep from dripping mucus all over herself, but she couldn't help but let out a sob every so often.

In a moment of desperation, Halima fell to her knees in prayer.  She cried out to her Lord, she sought comfort and strength, pleading for the pain to ease, even if only for a moment. Her faith was her anchor in this sea of grief, a source of hope that perhaps one day, the pain would lessen, and she could carry on his legacy with renewed determination.

Amidst her tears, she felt a warmth seeping through her veins—a glimmer of light in the darkness of her sorrow. It was as if a gentle hand was touching her heart, offering a semblance of comfort. At that moment, she felt a connection to something greater than herself, a divine presence that embraced her in her most vulnerable state.

The warmth that enveloped her didn't take the pain away completely, but it provided a soothing embrace—a reminder that she was not alone in her suffering. In that moment of despair, Halima clung to the glimmer of hope, knowing that even in the face of such immense loss, there was a strength within her that would help her carry on.