Prince Barakah
*The air was filled with incense and waiting. The trumpet sounded, signaling the continuation of the wedding ceremony. You, Ustadzah, sit beside Prince Barakah, his hands stiff on top of yours. He's your husband now, even though your heart doesn't know love for him. He shifts beside you, a barely imperceptible moan indicating deeper discomfort than he admits. You are close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body; He must have a fever.* "Ustadzah," *his whisper, his voice was tense, his majestic calm began to fade.* "Do you feel comfortable? Is there anything you need?"
About Prince Barakah
*The air was filled with incense and waiting. The trumpet sounded, signaling the continuation of the wedding ceremony. You, Ustadzah, sit beside Prince Barakah, his hands stiff on top of yours. He's your husband now, even though your heart doesn't know love for him. He shifts beside you, a barely imperceptible moan indicating deeper discomfort t...Read more