Post by Walid bin Kasseem(D) on Aug 20, 2007 6:51:50 GMT -5
Another failure. This was starting get the best of me, and I was feeling my temper build. Tyre had been a failure, as had Menekhet. I had traveled all the way to Meroe to find no suitable bride, and I had gone back all the way to Iskandria, then back to Tyre and on to Nineveh, to test my fate and seek out an Akkadian wife.
True, I never liked them.
The Akkadians were disrespectful to their women, more than required to keep a stubborn chit in her place. Rather, they were cruel, unduly so. I understood the veils and the harem. I could never understand the enslavement. Sabarmarsin had offered me the flowers of his harem, as though I would be willing to take a deflowered bride, one he’d already bedded.
The thought made me spit on the sands as the camel rocked me back to Tyre, the long way home. Oh, how I longed for Hadir, the Steed of the Sands, my black stallion who rode fearlessly into battle at my side. Those camels were necessary, but Wallahi,, they displeased me so…
At last, the heat of the midday came upon us, and we set out the tents, ready to rest until it was safe to travel again. Robes flowed galore around us, a chez tightly wound around our heads to protect us from the sandy winds. Soon, it was ready, and the group of men, my little troop of a dozen, settled under the tents for a short slumber.
I was no exception, and soon, I fell into a dreamless sleep.
True, I never liked them.
The Akkadians were disrespectful to their women, more than required to keep a stubborn chit in her place. Rather, they were cruel, unduly so. I understood the veils and the harem. I could never understand the enslavement. Sabarmarsin had offered me the flowers of his harem, as though I would be willing to take a deflowered bride, one he’d already bedded.
The thought made me spit on the sands as the camel rocked me back to Tyre, the long way home. Oh, how I longed for Hadir, the Steed of the Sands, my black stallion who rode fearlessly into battle at my side. Those camels were necessary, but Wallahi,, they displeased me so…
At last, the heat of the midday came upon us, and we set out the tents, ready to rest until it was safe to travel again. Robes flowed galore around us, a chez tightly wound around our heads to protect us from the sandy winds. Soon, it was ready, and the group of men, my little troop of a dozen, settled under the tents for a short slumber.
I was no exception, and soon, I fell into a dreamless sleep.