Before I started my journey,
when I was much younger,
I ran away from home
leaving for a wadi in the middle of desert
rumoured to be a gold deposit
abandoned by people of the past
Well I was young
so I prepared not much
and bandits did roam the place
where the gold deposit was actually non-existent
and the lore was all a lie.
Enough to say that I was once beaten and abducted
And my whole village people had to attack the bandit’s lair and rescue me
Once home, I cried
But Father and Mother didn’t scold me
They were happy that I reached home safely
It is a scar I still carry even today
I am scared
What if Murrakus is not like what I thought?
What if it is actually a filthy place?
What if all the promises are all lies?
My journey will be a waste!
So I opened a letter my Father wrote to me
shortly before he passed away.
“The reason why I named you Akbar
is so that you become a great person.
Go to every corner of the Earth,
and conquer prosperous territories Iskandar never had.”
The night is late
I should sleep soon.
Nearing the misterious city in al-Naqab
Year 521, probably the seventh moon