Story idea by Isis Ezat
Penned by Lawyer Asad
Can you see the dream in these eyes?
Just look into the eyes and see what a magic happens.
Instantly it'll take to an Oasis, surrounded by date trees and greenery. Rows of tents are around. Its like a market place. People are jostling over the merchandise of the merchents who has travelled from the far places. Men cladded in their usual robes and head gears are moving around. Soldiers, also in their robes, are passing riding horses. There's a water spot where people has thronged to drink water for quenching their thirsts.
Women cladded in black hijabs, from their head to toe, are moving in groups, as their tradition dictates. The young girls has only used clothes to cover their heads and faces. Bright, happy and glittering eyes could only be seen. They're happy.
Unmarried girls are moving around in the groups of fours and mores. Stopping before some traders, checking their goods. The fresh smell of silk, musleen and other fabrics. Colourful beads. Jewelleries made of gold, silver and other cheap metals are waiting for the prospective customers.
It seems that the day is a Friday and a market day. Elderly people are sitting under the shade of some big trees and smoking 'Hooka' while exchanging their informations of the incidents around.
Some tents are selling foods and the trader is shouting at the top of his voice detailing the taste and freshness of his food. Satisfaction guaranteed.
There're arrangements for entertainments too. Because the sharp music of harps, pipes and other instruments are coming from some tents along with enchore of patrons. Those tents are luxurious, lavishly decorated with thick mat and coushions to give full comforts to the visitors. Somewhere Belly dancing is in progress. Women in their scanty and colourful tops with covered heads and Harem Pyjamas are performing. Patrons are fixing their gazes on those dancing women and not to miss even a slight nuance in their movements. Hot Kebabs and other foods are in front of them, unattended. Because more interesting performance are on the process which is more tasteful than the roasted meats, breads and fruit juice drinks.
The desert is in life. The Sun is oblique at the horizon. Kids, in their colourful dresses, are running around.
Suddenly there was an uproar, an extra activity was noticed among the traders and the throng.
At some distance a Caravan was seen. Royal flags, indicating the Royal signature of the royalty to which it belonged, were waving in the air. The crowd hushes, Her Royal Highness Princess Isis of Ezat is approaching with her royal caravan.
Sooner than it was expected the healthy, tall and majestic camels which formed the part of the caraven came to a halt at a nearby clearing. The Sentries falled in and stood in attention. The maids formed two lines and held large sheets of cloth to cover the passage. A beautifully crafted stair case was brought before the Camel with the most decorated kiosk on it.
Everyone had stopped. Even the animals also became silent and made no movement.
The screen made of precious velvet of red and green, laden with gold metal and stones, was held by one of the valets. Only one foot came out of the kiosk. Fair, manicured, laden with the decoration of the herb called 'Hena' or 'Mehendi' wearing majestic slipper made of the most precious animal hide and crafted with gold and other precious stones. Only the feet was uncovered or as much could be seen by the sides of the slipper. From the ankle the rest of the leg was under the cover of a yellow coloured silk pyjama or Salwar.
In a second the next feet also came out and gradually the torso and the person to whom those beautiful legs are belonging.
She was slender, supple and the proportionate lady, Princess Isis of Ezat. People saluted her and greeted loudly.
She was under 'Hijab' and covered most of her profile with a expertly tailored 'Burqa'. Only her eyes could be seen.
She stepped down the stair and stood on the ground for a moment. Looked around and a sigh of assurance passed her by seeing all the familiar faces of her attendants, maids and valets.
She gestured towards the Chief of the Maids and she rushed towards her. Princess told her something in very soft but unaudible voice to which she only nodded her head and departed from the place hurriedly.
The Chief of the Maid rushed to the Chief of the Body Guards of the Princess and had conveyed the order of the Princess.
Under the direction of the guards the places was cleared of the people and onlookers.
Princess was lead to a shop specialized in dresses for the Royals and Elites.
The Shopkeeper was a very cultured, educated and amiable man with a warm and contagious smile. He stood up and bowed to welcome the Princess and also to pay his regards.
Princess Isis was pleased at his courtesy and smiled.
She had two maids accompanied her and they were carrying fans to air the Princess so that she doesn't feel uncomfortable from the desert heat.
The man had a name the meaning of which is Lion in the language of the Princess. He was from the East.
He clapped his hands and a man, apparently to be a helping hand, appeared. He gave him some instructions in a language unknown to the Princess.
Within few minutes few more servants appeared holding a large platter which was covered with a very beautifully handcrafted piece of cloth. They had put it before the trader.
Lets call that man as Leo, short for Lion. Leo has uncovered the platter and a golden Jug was there with four equally matching golden glasses.
Its a great honour for this humble servant of the Princess that she has graced his shop with her graceful presence. The presence of Her Highness has glorified the shop and all the merchandise has been pale before the beauty of the Princess.
Princess smiled to herself. This man speaks very nicely and he knows how to speak unlike the local traders who think they're doing some favour by selling their goods.
Leo had poured drinks, made from sugar, essence and petals of rose, to the glasses and offered it to the Princess.
Her Royal Highness is an honourable guest and it'd be very kind of her if she allows this servant of her to serve her.
Princess Isis was amused. Felt at ease and comfortable in the presence of the man. A certain kind of excitement and tension were building inside her. Heart was pounding and persipirations appeared like beads of pearl on her forehead. She had never has such experience. What is it? And why this feeling?
She nodded in agreement to offer her the drink.
Leo was elated and he had held the glass of 'Sherbat' to the Princess.
Isis extended her right hand for taking the glass from the hands of Leo.
Their fingers accidentally touched and it was like a shock to the Princess. She was startled. Her mind started racing, oblivous of the circumstances and the surroundings. Is he the man whom she has dreamt to be her man since long???!!!
She removed the cover of the Hijab from her face.
Leo had looked into the beautiful eyes of the Princess and she had also looked into his eyes.
Both of them forgot the time, the place and the people.
They looked at each other.
Both the Princess and Leo knew that they're made for each other.
It was the love at first sight.
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