Ever moving, ever changing. The sands have forever held secrets from man. Many men rumour the holding of mystical relics that were lost in the great crusades as men wandered aimlessly to the hottest lands and died.
It is even said that the Spear of destiny that was stabbed into Jesus lies here, of course the muslims ignore it. But Christians revel in it. That may be why the French meant for the ottomans to stay in control of these lands for so long before their downfall. Maybe they discovered something and maybe that is why they gathered such power in so little time.
Whatever, the reason, it is not the story of this arabian night. It is the story of the arabian sun and a man who meant for the lands of the people to keep it.
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Almasra rode forward into the sun with his guard marching along the endless dunes. To find water was his goal today. A goal noble for a cause. He looked down onto the men below. Men with shovels pick axes and shovels digging deeper and deeper into the soil.
Almasra had a hearing to attend to in the south.
A man cried out below he said he had some liquid. Almasra rode down to see. The liquid was flowing, he sniffed the air. A strange smell. What was it he did not know.
A young man grabbed a chalice and got the liquid in his cup. He sniffed and drank greedily as he was burned down by the sun. The man cried out in pain, dropping the chalice. This was no ordinary water at all.
The man screamed in pain. Not knowing the pain sensation. Almasra ignored the man who was senseless in his acts. One of the scholars in the area lit a pipe for a smoke. As he threw the match away it fell onto the crying mans chalice.
Suddenly in a burst of flames it went up. Almasra grinned. He wondered how he could store such a material, but its uses seemed to astound him. Fire was the ingenuity that spurred on such works of industry. He knew the use of coal, but now he had something that was fire to a new extent. Liquid fuel.
"He turned to his advisor beside him, in our search for water, we have discovered fire." He smiled as the fire slowly went out.
He left it to the workers to figure it out as men were ushered to the site to establish a hypothesis.
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As he marched to the gathering of yet another group of tribes he spoke.
"I am like all men, but you must see the fire all around you. You must not be blind to how the world is changing. In the west a grand war is being waged. Egypt our very neighbor lies in chard.
We must move forward and push the gears of motion. for fire" he took out the fire liquid in a spray and with a match sent a fire ball over the crowd, "is the maker of industry.
And yes we must stay true to the teachings of Muhammed, but I believe god has given us a gift. For we have been given the gift of reason that has propelled us above the lions, birds, and reptillians of this world. I do not believe the same god who made us intends for us to forgo its use.
To unite and better that gift. To push our limits, to push what man has said is possible and what is impossible. I believe that Muhammed was a man of change, a man who has shown our people the light.
Would he not want us to chase after that light? He would have us better ourselves, strive for greatness and glory. Strive for Arabian power. Are we so vein as to believe that we are better simply better than them.
That we may have god on our side. But that god does not stop bullets. He intends for us to find the way, for us to find our way to stop bullets. They may say to stop a bullet is impossible. But we can find away. For united nothing is impossible and all doors are open.
For are we not meant for greatness as the holy Koran says. I believe that god intends for us to find that way, and I may admit, I may be wrong, but when the sands of time are heading at me, I am going to run in one direction or the other, but I will at the very atleast fight and try.
For if we stand in front of the storm will we not just disapear anyway. Its time to act, and that time is now. The time of squabbling tribes is going to end soon. We can either be ruled by foreign dictators is far away lands. Or we can rule ourselves, together as one movement, as a full mobilized being of Arabia in Badawistan.
We are all nomads, we are all bedoin, we are all of the same seed, we are all of the same family, we will unite. For a house divided cannot stand when the hurrican comes. Now join me, join eachother, as we once did, will we unite. Will we avow as brothers, I know I will."
Then drawing out a small dagger, Almasra slit his hand as his sign to the people, it was time for the people to decide...