On a cold frosty night, he went motionless lost into the deep ties of unconsciousness from where people never returned , his nasal cavity had given up its contraction and relaxation for it was no longer needed.The flawed mechanism planted within him had lng expired. They shook his numb physique, rubbing his limbs but he never stirred; no matter how much water they poured down his dried throat, it didn't soak anymore. The industrial servant of the mighty Arabian Lords had submitted his dear life onto their feet as a symbol of lifelong servitude!
Pain was a feeling he would not have to bear anymore , now that he had stepped ono the land of eternity.The awaiting lashes of their sadistic whips could not reach him, nor could their penetrating eyes seep into his heart anymore becasue ,here by the auspicious nightfall, death had bestowed him freedom! The 'free soul' scanned the vast , lone desert -soaring high in a blissful spiritual world- for his cruel, heartless masters who had held him captive for years.The spirit knew his offspring would no longer be marked as 'slaves', now that his escape from bondage had murdered the age-old custom of treating fellow human beings of 'low-make'.
His companions mourned silently on his demise, but in their hearts,they were screming dead since their possessed minds already signalled a sinister revelation: 'the deceased' had escaped from the 'skin-cutting shackles'!The ultimatum of protesting against the human-like predators ,under whose tyranny they served, was growing stonger. However, fate had something harder awaiting them , the so-called 'slaves' who were born to serve!
"No!. . but how do you plan to shut their mouths?" Siran asked the leader of the clan, Sheikh Muhsin Qarzai abdullah.
The Arab leader , with frowning lines on his forehaed, thought deeply. He relaised it was getting tougher to keep all his slaves, under such dire conditions, when they'd be running out of water after two days. Qarzai was frustrated, but he had his royal coustoms to uphold.The slaves could not be shown leniency for they would demand their rights then. The clan would lose its stance if void of slaves.
" But Jena's death can't be ignored.They'd KNOW we were responsible!" Muhammad alerted the 'still-absorbed-in-thought' Qarzai.
"Hold on. Nothting's going to befall! They are seldome going to be fed till we cross further ninety miles. . ," Qarzai ordered.
" Warn them! And if they decline, KILL THEM without an afterthought!" He declared in that authoritative voice of his, filled with menace.
Siran and Muhammad said nothing; all they needed was to cross the desert with the Arab clan.Depriving the slaves of food and water was more than inhumane, nevertheless nobody could raise their voice against it, for they knew Qarzai feared NONE! It any of the Gyosy guests dared oppose him, he was to get doomed in no time! The concept of 'death' was inevitably premeditated among the Surat clan, as they traveled though the coarse godforsaken land of Sahara towards the city of Qasam, their destination.
"Jena, don't fear! We'll revenge your death. . " Tasa blurted out the words ffrom his heavy throat, he could not stop his tears from welling.The slaves' families gathered together around a corner, the journey was over for the night but they were losing comapany almost everyday.Their innocent children curled in a hard sheet of date leaves falling asleep, as the womenfolk condoled Jena's wife who had just been widowed.
" Woe onto the Surat for their savagery! Woe onto Qarzai!" Tasa cursed out loud, under the blackened ,grim heaven of midnight Sahara. A gust of wind blew now and then, carrying the news of approaching sandstorm which meant anothet sleepless night for the slaves, tending to the people the resented at heart, the Surat clan.
"I'll kill the murderer of father when I grow up!" Jena's innocent child exclaime din childish grudge, as the lillte boy slippe dinto the arms of slumber.
However, as the spirit of Jena hovered around them in search of elief, it knew the descendant it had left behind would avenge his unjustified death.The soul of Jena,recalling the inhumane tortures he had endured wordlessly, was no more appalled as he knew this was the end of 70 years of servitude by the Arab Habshis.His death had opened the path to redemption , a new Dawn for the bloodline he had left behind!
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