Thoughts on Alamya
As the group walked quickly along the streets of Al-Ashar, Hakim turned towards Azim and began to speak in his native tongue.
"So, is it good to be back in the old country again?"
"I beg your pardon?" responded Azim in the same tongue, albeit spoken in a somewhat slow and unsure manner.
"Here. Suzira."
"I am not of Suzira."
"Where then? Are you-"
"I was born in the Alqazar Caliphate, not- here."
"Why that tone? Are you another one of those, filled up to the brim with the Caliphate's propaganda. Besides, from what I hear, Alqazar has been overthrown."
"You misunderstand me. I... I left the Caliphate years ago."
Hakim caught the hesitation.
"You left? Willingly or... otherwise?"
"My beliefs were not in line with those of the Caliph."
"You were exiled then. But what beliefs are these?"
"It is not quite as honourable as that. I fled before the inquisitors could get me."
"Why did they want you though?"
"I put other tenets before the love of God. And for that, I have not been in a country of my religious bretheren since that dark day so many years ago."
There was a long pause in their conversation, filled in by the Metti and Athurian discussion taking place between the other members of the group.
"The ways of the holy land are harsh." stated Hakim flatly, "I am glad that I am Hafsist."
"Hafsism... I remember hearing it being called 'The Heresy of the South' when I was young."
Hakim laughed.
"Heresy or not, it is the basis of this nation's success. Under the bonds of the Caliph, we would have never created such industrial and agricultural wonders, never have drawn such a wide variety of minds."
"Perhaps. But I can't help but think that this technology is corrupting the soul of Alamya."
"You work in a steamship. Besides, if we do not do this, we will be destroyed. The colonization of the north has shown that much. God does not- or at least, I think God does not want us to never advance beyond the technologies of the Prophet. To spread his word, we must first survive."
"I am not sure if I can agree. And it troubles me to serve on Zruyk's ship, though I owe the man a life-debt. The ship harnesses and enslaves the flame, to power a man's personal ambitions and goals. The weapons of the day are powered by fire and powder. What was once a thing of holiness is now bound to man's flawed desires."
"Hmm, you still have much of the Caliphate's conservative philosophies. I can see how you are troubled Azim, but this is the way of the world."
"I understand." Azim gave his compatriot a strange, tired expression, then lapsed back into silence as the group approached Carnelian's estate.
As the group walked quickly along the streets of Al-Ashar, Hakim turned towards Azim and began to speak in his native tongue.
"So, is it good to be back in the old country again?"
"I beg your pardon?" responded Azim in the same tongue, albeit spoken in a somewhat slow and unsure manner.
"Here. Suzira."
"I am not of Suzira."
"Where then? Are you-"
"I was born in the Alqazar Caliphate, not- here."
"Why that tone? Are you another one of those, filled up to the brim with the Caliphate's propaganda. Besides, from what I hear, Alqazar has been overthrown."
"You misunderstand me. I... I left the Caliphate years ago."
Hakim caught the hesitation.
"You left? Willingly or... otherwise?"
"My beliefs were not in line with those of the Caliph."
"You were exiled then. But what beliefs are these?"
"It is not quite as honourable as that. I fled before the inquisitors could get me."
"Why did they want you though?"
"I put other tenets before the love of God. And for that, I have not been in a country of my religious bretheren since that dark day so many years ago."
There was a long pause in their conversation, filled in by the Metti and Athurian discussion taking place between the other members of the group.
"The ways of the holy land are harsh." stated Hakim flatly, "I am glad that I am Hafsist."
"Hafsism... I remember hearing it being called 'The Heresy of the South' when I was young."
Hakim laughed.
"Heresy or not, it is the basis of this nation's success. Under the bonds of the Caliph, we would have never created such industrial and agricultural wonders, never have drawn such a wide variety of minds."
"Perhaps. But I can't help but think that this technology is corrupting the soul of Alamya."
"You work in a steamship. Besides, if we do not do this, we will be destroyed. The colonization of the north has shown that much. God does not- or at least, I think God does not want us to never advance beyond the technologies of the Prophet. To spread his word, we must first survive."
"I am not sure if I can agree. And it troubles me to serve on Zruyk's ship, though I owe the man a life-debt. The ship harnesses and enslaves the flame, to power a man's personal ambitions and goals. The weapons of the day are powered by fire and powder. What was once a thing of holiness is now bound to man's flawed desires."
"Hmm, you still have much of the Caliphate's conservative philosophies. I can see how you are troubled Azim, but this is the way of the world."
"I understand." Azim gave his compatriot a strange, tired expression, then lapsed back into silence as the group approached Carnelian's estate.