Hassan ran to Murtaza house to call him ‘Baba has gone
to mosque to offer Esha prayer and forgets to lock the library, now you can
also see that shining, beautiful stone, which Baba has found during excavation
at Taxila’.
‘Oh yes! Let’s go,’ Murtaza got excited. He told his
mother and went to Hassan’s house. Hassan’s father was a famous archaeologist.
He found different items during digging and sometimes brought it home for
research. This time he brought that mysterious stone for research. For many
days he couldn’t find any clue about that stone. He always locked his library
as this stone was very precious and unique. Hassan could see that stone off and
on when his father worked in the library. He always felt, that stone had some
mysterious supremacy. He told about that stone to his cousin Murtaza who lived
in his neighbor. Murtaza’s father was a doctor and his mother runs a beauty
saloon. They both spend most of the time
together in learning about new inventions in the world. They made model planes,
ships and many new things by using batteries and motors of their toys. They
also had great interest in history. Murtaza mostly read about the Muslim
scholars and scientists. Now they were curious about the mystery of that stone.
They entered the library very
quietly and reached to that stone. They were examining that stone inquiringly
‘it does not look like any stones, found on earth. It’s too much shiny. Don’t
you think it looks like a star on earth,’ Murtaza fascinated ‘yes, you are
right, Baba and his team are still searching about its origin, they think it
may be a piece of any asteroid fell on earth or a remaining of a shooting star,
but we should leave otherwise Baba will come, this is very precious stone. We
must care for it,’ Hassan turned to the door when the shine of that stone got
so bright that they couldn’t see anything around them and after that they
remembered nothing.
They found themselves in a big room. In that
room, they could see boys of different ages wearing silk gowns and Arabian
style caps. They all were busy in studies. ‘Teacher is coming in few minutes’
one boy came inside and informed the others.
All the students sat quietly. Murtaza and Hassan looked at each other
and realized that they are also in the same dresses. ‘Where are we? Are we
dreaming’? Hassan was speculating.
“No! You are not dreaming. It
is 1020 AD, Cairo, Egypt and you are in the classroom of famous Muslim
scientist Al-Ḥasan ibn Al-Haytham (965 – 1039)’. A young boy around, told them. ‘What! Al Haytham a Muslim scientist who
said to the father of modern optics. He was also a great astronomer and a Mathematician.
He is recognized for his experiments on optics. He is considered as pioneer of
modern experimental methods and originator of modern physics” Murtaza stuck in
surprise. That boy was about to answer when Hassan inquired,
‘Wait
a second! Where are we? Who are you and how you know about us……? .
‘My name is Zaka,’ Murtaza was also attentive
to him.
“I
am an astronaut and a scientist of future. Last year I was working in the
asteroid belt that is present between Jupiter and Mars, just then I hit the
time belt, which we scientists were searching for long. There I found blurred images
and sounds from past. To understand and travel through those images I needed
help of anyone from the present world. I sent my asteroid towards earth which
reached at your home and you became my partners in my mission. That’s all,’ Zaka
astonished them badly.
‘That’s
all’? Murtaza screamed. ‘How can you say this? Why only we were selected? Is this
real past or we are travelling through the images? Do you travel in time
machine? If we are present world then what about you’....... ‘Stop! stop!,’ Zaka
discontinued a series of questions from Murtaza.
‘Don’t
tire out your mind. There is not anything like time machine. All images of
times are present in space mysteries. We are just exploring these. Many
scientists of my time have become my rivals after this invention. I am on
secret mission from my government but I can’t come in front. You will explore
the past, present and future expeditions with me and I will help you when you
need,’
‘Mission?
What kind of mission. We don’t
understand,’ Murtaza seemed worried.
‘Don’t worry,’ you’ll not be harmed’. I’ll
always be with you….’
‘You
mean that shining stone belonged to you,’ Hassan remembered at once.
‘You
are right, its work is done, and it will become smaller with time and will
disappear soon. Archeologists will
forget about that, but you will stay under its influence till I want,’ Zaka
solved the mystery as easy as it was nothing for him. ‘How we’ll understand the
people around,’ now they both looked relaxed. ‘Every one will understand you
and you’ll understand them, no matter what language you are speaking,’ Zaka
said pleasantly.
‘Friends,’
Zaka gave his hand. They looked at each other and hold his hand ‘yes’.
Just
then an aged man in silk gown and Arabian cap entered the room. Behind him were
some boys with scientific apparatus entered.
He started the lecture on refraction of light. All the students were
taking notes on raw papers and leaves. They were using charcoal chalks but
eager of learning was evident among all students. They had a lot of respect for
their teacher. They were focused and attentive towards aAl Haytham. They could
understand their language. They also took palm leaves from the corner and
started to write.
Hassan
felt thirsty after sometime. He looked at Murtaza who was busy in the lecture;
he silently slipped from a class to drink some water. He looked all sides and
came in the backyard. It was a big building made of bricks. A blazing sun and
very hot air of a desert welcomed him outside.
He was about to go back when someone called him.
‘What
are you doing here? Have you bunked your classes’?
A very beautiful young girl was there. Hassan
listened about the beauty of Egyptian girls, but words were less for her
magnificent beauty. He was spell bound. ‘Don’t you listen, what I am saying’?
She looked very angry. ‘You know the punishment of bunkers,’ ‘yes…no…. I
didn’t…. I just….’ Hassan was confused. ‘Now go and fetch water for all the
students’. She brought two big buckets hanging on a big piece of wood and put
on his shoulders from the back. She got irritated by his constant staring. She
went inside and took another bucket and gave in his hand ‘now you will bring
three buckets,’ she said and went back again. The spell was over. Hassan had
three heavy buckets and he didn’t know which way to go? He came in the street.
There was a big market at some distance. People were buying things of their
daily use. Hassan could see the prosperity and harmony on their faces. This was
golden age of Muslims while Europeans were struggling in their dark age.
‘Where
could I get water’ Hassan asked a man passing there. Many people on street
turned to him amazingly on his inquiry. ‘Have I asked something wrong?’ he
thought.
‘Nile
is 1KM from here, strange! Even a new comer in Egypt knows, where to get water’,
that man commented. ‘Cairo, Oh yes, I am in Egypt,’ He heard many stories about
fast and furious Nile which was life of those people in a big desert of Africa.
But
then he estimated the distance and cried ‘What, 1 km? It’s too far. How I will hold these buckets,
they are very heavy even empty ’, he talked to himself and move forward. After a short distance he could see many
people going to river for water and fishing. Some were riding on camels but
many people were going on foot. There were green crops at both sides. He was so tired, that he sat in the way. ‘I
can’t even take a step now’.
Are you a scholar from Al Azhar madrassa,’ one
man on a camel stopped by him. ‘Women administrators of madrassa are very
strict, I also got many punishments here,’ he told Hassan while Hassan sat on
his camel with his buckets. ‘I also came here from Syria to study mathematics
like many other students from all over the world. I have very good memories
from here,’ that man was lost in his memories.
‘You
can ask me in any problem,’ Hassan saw the blue waters of Nile in front of him.
That man greeted him pleasantly and went to his way. Hassan looked around the
banks of river were crowded with people. Many boats were there to transport
people and goods. Birds were flying on blue waters of Nile and catching fishes.
Hassan
drank a lot of water, filled the buckets and realized that they were too heavy
to lift now even for a minute. He saw many men and women were taking heavy
buckets on foot.
‘You
are too young. You should take my buckets too,’ one man with a single bucket
replied, when he asked for help. He hardly lifted them, took one step and
stopped and decided not to bunk his class in life again. Suddenly he felt his
feet on something soft. He looked down; it was a big snake on the muddy bank of
Nile. Anaconda in my feet. He closed his eyes and screamed at full volume. After some time he found himself on a camel.
He hardly opened his eyes and saw Zaka smiling at him. ‘Discipline is always a
key of developed nations, be conscious now. Don’t leave the class without
permission of a teacher,’ He took him back to al Azher madrassa on a camel. ‘wait,
take your buckets, otherwise…..,’ Hassan came inside, put buckets at one side
and hurriedly went in the class so that girl couldn’t see him again and ask for
some other duty.
‘Where
were you? I looked you everywhere in the madrassa,’.
‘Don’t
ask me, I had to go Nile to drink a glass of water then I saw a big desert
snake, I am sure it was anaconda’ Hassan was still in trauma.
You know we’re going to Nile tomorrow with al
Haytham on a royal ship,’ Murtaza was so excited that he didn’t hear him
seriously ‘Are you sure’? Hassan asked
‘I hope it will be a safe journey,’ Hassan still held his breath.
He
knew Nile was life for many animals and birds too, he may meet another again. ‘Yes,
Al Haytham is assigned a project by Caliph Al Hakim to regulate the waters of
Nile, so the floods can be controlled scientifically. All the students are
going with him to take notes,’ Murtaza told him the details. ‘That’s great,’
Hassan seemed happy. They offered their
Esha prayer at Al Azhar mosque ( first mosque of Cairo, Egypt) which was
beautifully built with many minarets. At night they stayed in the hostel which
was near Al Azhar madrassa. They met many scholars and intellectuals from all
over the world there. Al Haytem himself came from Iraq. Famous chemist ibn e
sina and many more were the part of that madrassa. Cairo was the hub of studies
at that time. ‘I don’t believe, this madrasa will turned to famous Jamia tu
Zahra university of our time. It was named after Hazrat Fatima as she was
called Al-Zahra (the luminous) and this is the oldest university of the world
that is still functioning,’ Murtaza told Hassan when they were passing through
the grand lobbies of madrasa. ‘Muslim Caliphs of that time encourage learning
generously’ Hassan thought when they some one called them’why you are wandering
here. You can join us in our discussion,’ one man from a small room invited
them inside. There were four boys of different ages. They were revising their
lesson about reflection of light. They noticed that one boy, eldest among all
was trying to induce his opinion on others but others were not satisfied with
his logics. Suddenly he said loudly ‘you have to accept my point, as I have
read the same in Quran,’. There was silence in the room for a while ‘I don’t
think it’s like this in the
Quran, we all have read it thoroughly with translation. He got up and
brought Quran from one corner. What do you say,’? One boy of their age replied
thoughtfully and politely and turned to Murtaza for his justification. ‘We know
nothing, we are new comers,’ Murtaza said awkwardly. How he could tell, he only
memorizes some verses of Quran with translation near the exams and forgets
after that. ‘I am sorry, may I have read it somewhere else,’ the other man was
embarrassed on his wrong reference they continue their lesson again. ‘Let us go.
We have to take some rest,’ Hassan got up hurriedly and came outside with Murtaza
‘thanks god, I thought that man would kill us if we go against him. You
remember grand mother, she always give reference from Quran to prove her point
and if someone says ‘where it is written?’ she become furious that you don’t respect
Quran and etc,’ Hassan thought the discussion will end into a fight. ‘At one
point she is right, no one among us really knows the truth that’s why anyone can
emotionally blackmail us,’. Murtaza replied.
They could felt the respect of opinion and tolerance among all students
despite of different cultures and different sectors of Islam.
Next
morning they got up very early and went to Nile. All the students sat on a big
ship which was sent by the caliph. This was a beautiful royal ship with many
rooms and with a huge deck. There of trading ships, ships for transport and
even beautiful ships for marriage ceremonies over there. Their ship started its
journey along the fast waters of Nile. They could see a lot of people at banks
of Nile. They were fishing, washing clothes, rearing their animals and fetching
water for their homes.
Murtaza
was mesmerized, as the journey started at Nile. ‘Pharos took big stones on
ships from Nile and built giant pyramids near its banks. Pharos were very
powerful rulers of the time, construction of pyramids is still a mystery. Nile
was so sacred and precious for them that its land could only be used for
cultivation,’ murtaza told him. ‘The river currents are so fast that I am
thinking how these could hold a basket of a little boy so calmly and take it to
pharoas castle,’. Hasan could imagined a
girl, leaving a basket carrying his little brother on fast flowing Nile
currents, who knew, that boy was prophet Mosses who challenged the powers of
pharaohs by the command of God and saved Israelis from slavery. He remembered
his history lesson.
‘you
know egyptions have strong belief in interpetitions of dreams.
You
know once a king of Egypt , dreamt that seven fat cows came out of the river
and started grazing and then seven feeble cows came out of the river and ate fat
cows. He got up very disturbed and called his ministers for the interptition .
one of them told him about hazrat yousaf who was in prison then. Hazrat yousaf
interpreted that first seven years kingdom will bear a lot of crops but next
seven years will be of famine. Then he also told the solution that use the
wheat very wisely in first seven years and store most of it. the king was
satisfied with the interpitition and ordered to release him ‘but hazrat yousaf
denied to come out until he proved to be innocent and guilty shoud be punished.
After investigation he was innocent and he came out and had a noble position in
the kingdom’ .hassan continued. Yes, and the dream became true and during the
famine and drought, he met his brothers and family again, they bowed him and
his another dream came true. Murtaza looked at the waves of magnificent nile
when he heard a loud music. They both got up and came to deck. A very
beautifully decorated ship was crossing them. Sounds of traditional instruments
like Tabla and Tezmar spread all around. There was feasting and fun.
‘It
must be a marriage ceremony, look bride and groom,’ Hassan excitedly pointed
towards one end of the ship. Murtaza looked at a group of young girls, dancing
in a circle and a beautiful bride and a handsome groom were cherishing in their
circle. Bride wore white long gown with white veil on it; heavy gold jewelry
like of pharos princess was enhancing her beauty.
‘Have
you never seen a wedding before’ one girl from that ship noticed them. ‘Oh,
these are scholars from Al Azhar, I think we should invite them, listen Ibrahim,
these boys want to join us, she called a boy loudly. All girls were laughing at
high volumes. ‘These girls are fast and furious like this river, we should go
down’ Murtaza hold Hassan’s hand and turned down. They were about to leave the
deck when petals fell on their heads. They looked up in the sky. It was heavy
rainfall of colorful rose petals. There were petals all around.
‘You
should not doubt our faiths but we are forced to do it‘ one of the noble man
said ‘We have been sacrificing a girl for centuries to please Nile, last year
we didn’t that practice as you commanded and you saw the results, Nile did not
flow at all’.
‘This
is cruelty, Islam has demolished all illiterate customs and superstitions of
past, Umro Bin Aas, the governor of Egypt replied.
‘Yes,
it is but sacrifice of a single girl, saves thousands of lives which could die
with hunger, and we’ll definitely practice it at twelfth night of moon in June
as always,’ another man told him their decision.
‘It
is only Allah who controls the functions of sun, moon, rivers and everything in
universe. He supplies food for all its creatures, its him who should be pleased
not a river’ governor tried to explicate them.
‘We are
here to tell you the date of sacrifice ceremony, there is no use of argument
now,’ governor looked them leaving the room. There may be rebellion if I
stopped them by force and if situation of drought continues then I’ll be blamed,’
governor was walking restlessly in his room. ‘Only one man on earth can solve
this problem, I should consult him’ he was calm now.
Soon
the day arrived, at a high cliff near a bank of Nile, people were preparing for
the sacrifice ceremony; a young trembling girl was brought in bridal dress. Her
sad but placate parents were behind her.
Umro
Bin Aas was stood on the road waiting for any reply from caliph. There was
nothing except desert sand was flitting all around. People were ready to throw
that girl in deep waters when Umro Bin Aas saw a horse man coming from Madina.
‘Stop this practice at once and throw this letter in the Nile,’ the messenger
gave a piece of paper to the governor.
‘What?
Our fate is in the hands of this piece of paper now,’ all men were mystified
but who could refuse the orders of magnificent caliph Umer Bin Al Khatab, so they
all went back.
At weekend Umro went to bridge with some noble
men of tribe and throw that letter in the river. They didn’t have to wait longer;
everyone saw the river was flowing above the shore at that night. It was over
flooded that year and the country was green with crops. At last the savage
practice of girls sacrifice came to an end and Nile bowed to its creator.
Their
ship moved forward leaving that decorated ship at the rear. They saw a bridge behind.
It was crowded with the relatives of bride, who were throwing petals on the
ship. The wedding ship stopped there for some time. The bride was so happy and
waiving hands to her family. All girls were enjoying that beautiful moments.
Murtaza looked at them and then at the petals which were flowing in the blue
water of Nile;
‘If
you only flow on your own, then do not flow. But if you only flow on command of
Allah then we ask Allah may He be exalted to make you flow’ Murtaza felt that
he could still read that letter on furious Nile currents as those petals seemed
to write some words on blue waters.
‘Come
on, Murtaza, where have you been lost? All other have left,’ Hassan pulled out
Murtaza from his thoughts. Their ship was stopped by the shadufs, machines used
to put river water in canals. ‘The river course is narrow, we’ll go on small
boats further, only we are left behind’ Hassan screamed at him. ‘Come here, this
boat is also for the students from Al Azher madrassa,’ one of boatman at corner
called them. There were three other men on the boat. They sat on the boat hurriedly
as other students had left before. After some time they both felt something was
suspicious. They realized, they couldn’t
see any other boats at their sides.
‘We
are taking shortcut’ one of the men on the boat told them. Soon the boat turned to one edge of river
which was full of bushes and mud. They stopped there and the men took out their
swords.
‘you
must know the man eater crocodiles of Nile, no one will ever know where you go
if we throw you there,’ one of the men threatened them.
‘What
do you want from us’? Hassan asked fearfully.
‘You
have cards from Al Azhar madraasa , you are allowed to go inside the pyramids
for research purposes and to study history. You’ll take us there,
otherwise….’
‘Pyramids,’
frightened but excited at the same time, they both agreed to cooperate with
them. Camels were waiting at other end of the river. They were carried to ‘valley
of kings’ on camels. The scorching sun was out in the desert. The torturing
winds were burning their eyes; also camel ride in the desert was very aching
but they forgot about everything at the first sight of pyramids. They could see
a chain of pyramids and funery temples there. They were taken to the biggest
and oldest pyramid. Many people from all over the world were visiting and
praising the magnificent structures but they were not allowed to go inside.
There were security guards every where.
‘We
come from Al Azher and wanted to see different phases of sun from here,’ one of
them told the guards acting like students. ‘We are assigned a project in a
group, so we have only two cards,’ that man hurriedly explained, when guard was
about to ask something. One guard came forward ‘let them go’. ‘dame fools, they
respect researchers a lot,’ one of the man said excitedly when they entered the
gates of pyramids . At entrance there were three main chambers. ‘This way’ a
man who had an old looking book in his hand pointed to one side. The other two
men took out their daggers and put them on Hassan and Murtaza’s back, ‘keep
going’. They were passing through the suffocated dark lobbies of the pyramid.
They felt mysterious quietness every where.
Lobbies were paved with bricks but their feet were swamping in the sand.
‘Look,
we have nothing while alive and king Khufu constructed this giant pyramid as
his burial place’ one of the man said.
‘Pharos believed in life after death, so they
buried their nobles with treasures and slaves,’ but I don’t understand why
khufu made such puzzled ways and lobbies here,’ another man replied.
‘Simply,
he wanted to hide from his three wives, who are buried near in three smaller
pyramids,’ first man laughed.
‘Then
I should take this pyramid on rent to escape from my two wives,’
‘Stop,’ man at front stopped them.
‘Look
for a staircase here,’ he ordered.
They
all lit there lanterns. After digging from one side they found a stair case.
They started to descend. It looked those old stairs may fell at any time.
‘Are
you sure, we will find that gold bracelet over here, this book may be fake,’
one man asked the man at front.
‘I
found this book during excavating in Sphinx, a limestone pyramid with the head
of lion and body of man. According to that royal gold bracelet, which was lost
in Khufu’s period must be somewhere in this giant pyramid.
‘We
are searching for that bracelet for many years. We found and sell many remains
of chariots, games and other artifacts but not that precious bracelet; I think
it does not exist at all’.
‘It definitely exist, people are searching for
it from centuries. If we find it, we’ll be rich enough that we need not to wander
in these graves for rest of our lives,’ there leader was so determined. It
looked that this stair case will never go to an end. Hassan and Murtaza were
silently following them, when a scorching sound filled their bodies with fear. In
dim light they looked at sides when Hassan screamed badly ‘leave my feet’. They
all felt that some insects were crawling on their legs and they were
multiplying fast. Termites were all around, it trapped their legs badly. ‘Run’
a man shouted they will leave behind.
‘I
can’t,’ Hassan was trapped badly till his back.
‘Leave
him,’ that man cried again when they felt that some stairs were about to fall.
As they moved forward, stairs started to fall and Hassan started to roll on
falling stairs and at last hung from one part of the old grill. There was dark
all around, he could felt the depth by sounds of falling pieces of stair case.
He had no hope of his endurance.
‘Hasssan take my hand’ he listened Murtaza
after a while. Termites were throbbing
on their hands. It was too aching and irritating but Murtaza didn’t leave his
hand. He pulled Hassan by all his force and got him.
‘Run Hassan’ Murtaza almost pulled Hassan with
him. They continue to run in dark till; they felt they are out of that little
monster land.
Falling
staircase was ended now. ‘I don’t want to go further’ Hassan was terrified. ‘We have to look for those men to go back
otherwise we will misplace here’ Murtaza moved at one side when they heard
screams of some men. ‘This way’ Murtaza and Hassan ran to noises. They couldn’t
imagine that soon they will also be part of those noises. Now it was spider’s
turn to guard the secrets of those graves.
Spiders from all around were attacking on them those men were badly
trapped now.
‘You
put our lives in danger,’ one man cried.
‘This
place is cursed, these creatures are stopping us, it means there must be
something precious over here,’ their leader was trying to got rid of those
spiders by using his dagger, which were badly biting on their bodies. He
started to read some magical words from that old looking book, which he brought
with him. Just then a giant spider bite on his hand and book fell on floor.
‘Aay
may day, zee jay hoo, ‘aay zay noo,’ he continued his reciting loudly and soon
all spiders went back and there was silence all around. They all were bleeding
by the spider bites. They all found
themselves in a small old room, which was full of sand and spider webs.
‘I
think our search has finished. ‘Start digging from here,’ leader took out small
lantern from his pocket and ordered them.
‘What
are you doing, come here and help us,’?
One man gave them shovels.
‘That guard is my loyal man, he always provide
enough gadgets for my help,’ that man told them proudly. Another painful wait
had been started. They all started to dig the sand from one corner. Hassan
could look at that book which kept open at one side.
He saw a beautiful queen wearing a heavy gold
jewelry, sat in her room. Her one arm was prominent because of a beautiful gold
bracelet. Something was written on that page in ancient writing which he
couldn’t understand. Suddenly the walls and the floor of the pyramid started to
shake badly.
‘An earth quake,’ Murtaza cried. Hassan was
also terrifying to see the roof was about to fall on them. ‘Continue your work,
this old building will not fall, it’s just a trick to stop us. It means we are
near our goal, sleeping guards are trying to forbid us,’ first man got excited.
Strangely those three men stopped digging and said Hassan and Murtaza to
excavate further. ‘Hurry up,’ excitement, fear and thrill could be seen on the
faces of those men. Hassan and Murtaza were badly injured and terrified but
they were forced to accept their orders. Murtaza continued his digging in the
shaking floor when someone holds his shovel from inside the floor; he cried
loudly and fell behind. ‘There is someone under the sand who had caught my
shovel’ he cried and fell behind. Those men moved forward, ignoring Murtaza.
The shovel was fixed in a handle of a door.
‘There
must be a tunnel. Open it’ they ordered Hassan who was worried for Murtaza, who
was unconscious. ‘Why they are not doing anything themselves,’ he just thought.
They gave him some tools to pull that door. It was too difficult. His hand got
injured but no one came forward to help him. After half an hour, door moved
slightly and just then hundreds of mummies attacked them from all sides. There
were mummies, coming from walls. One man pulled the door and they all three
jumped in the tunnel and closed the door leaving both of them.
‘Stop
takes us with you’ Hassan tried to catch the door.
‘You
opened the door so you both are cursed now. These mummies will harm you, not us
now. We can’t take you with us. Live with these mummies and become their
companions,’ their leader told them brutally and closed the door by pushing Hassan
down. Hassan looked at Murtaza and then all around, those mummies were just
scaring him but they were still at their places.
‘Please
Murtaza open your eyes, please …..’ Hassan started crying.
Hassan
was weeping loudly when he felt movement in the bricks. All mummies went back
in the walls and strangely all bricks of that room changed as deck of cards. He
could see faces of kings, queens, jacks and spades were moving at all sides.’ I
have seen all this before,’ Hassan tried to remember something. ‘This pattern
resembles my video game,’ he remembered after sometime. He pointed to one brick
with the king; it changed its position according to Hassan’s thought. Hassan
continued his game by moving his hand in air. He put 4 kings, jacks and spades
in a row but he couldn’t find the fourth queen on any brick. He had no idea
what to do now.
‘This
king should marry four queens instead of three,’ he said to himself. ‘Fourth
queen,’ something flashed in his mind. He looked for that old book, which those
robbers left there. He tore its page with a picture of queen and put it in the
row on the wall. The cards were arranged now. Pattern was complete, every thing
went on calm, and room was filled with light. Murtaza opened his eyes and
looked at Hassan.
‘Don’t
worry I think our curse is over. We should see a way to go back now’, Hassan
ran to him. Just then they saw a very beautiful queen appeared in the room and
the room was lit by sharp light.
‘She
is just like that picture,’ Hassan looked at her. ‘I am very thankful to both
of you. You break my curse. I am the fourth queen of King Khufu. He loved me a
lot. He gifted me a precious gold
bracelet on my wedding. His other wives were jealous of me. They killed me to
take that bracelet but my loyal servants buried me in this room and hide my
bracelet with me, so I can use that in my other life. No one knew where I was
buried, as my rivals cursed my grave. I was wondering in these pyramids for
centuries. Many greedy robbers came here but they couldn’t go back. Now this
world will also know about the beauty and power of the fourth queen of Khufu
and historians will read about me’ the queen looked glad.
‘Please
let us go, we are not here by our own,’ Hassan requested her ignoring what she
was saying. ‘No, you can’t go, you help me to find my slaves in this pyramid’
she ordered them.
‘If
the world outside knows about you, they will take your treasures, specially
your gold bracelet and your tomb will become a public place like the tombs of
your rival women. You will never find peace’ Murtaza tried to explain her
wisely.
‘He
is right; this is not the right time to wake you up. You should, no worries you
are free of curse now’ Hassan continued as they just wanted to get rid of her.
She thought for a while and moved back. Suddenly one wooden coffin appeared
from one corner, she lay in that.
‘I
will wait for the right time; I will take revenge from my rivals’ she was
mumbling.
‘Here
is your reward to break my curse’ she looked at them and throw one gold ring
towards them. ‘Stop, help us to go outside. No, we don’t want this, we just
want to go outside,’ Murtaza screamed. The coffin closed in front of them. Every
thing went on dark again. Floor was shaking again and the gold ring disappeared
in the sand as they didn’t have interest to pick that. They were not able to
breath properly due to suffocation and sand. They fell down when they saw Zaka
in that room. After sometime they found
themselves outside the gatesof great pyramids. Students of Al Azhar were around
them.
‘Are
you ok? We came to know that some robbers kidnapped you both and brought you
here, thanks god you are all right,’ one boy told them worriedly. Hassan and Murtaza
looked around as it was dream. They saw guards were taking bodies of those
robbers out of the gate, they were unconscious.
At
the evening, they were invited at the palace of king al Hakim. He admired
Hassan and Murtaza for helping the state, to capture those most wanted robbers.
‘This gang of robbers stole many artifacts and treasures from pyramids and sold
to other countries’ king told them. Hassan and Murtaza were rewarded with the
bags of gold coins and they were invited to dinner from the king but they were
still confused on their return from the pyramids.
They
saw Zaka at one side of castle, they chased him. ‘You deserve these coins as
you did all,’ Hassan said. ‘Thanks, any treasure will change in stones if we
take any from the past but all metals have some mysterious powers so I’ll take
them with me for the research purpose as we have earned it,’ Zaka took the
coins gratefully. ‘your work is done now’ you have to go back’ Zaka told them. ‘Actually
we found a gold ring and a torn paper with a picture of a beautiful queen
wearing the same gold ring. This discovery started a battle of searching the
truth among all the scientists and historians of our time. How my country could
live behind. after all we lead the world. Now I will tell the world about the
lost queen and her treasures’ Zaka broke the suspense after looking at their
surprised eyes.
‘I was controlling your journey, and I took
you out from that basement’ zaka enjoyed their amazement.
‘Oh,
now the queen’s treasures will not remain saved. You don’t worry, my country
will take care of that and may be this is the right time for the queen to take
her revenge’ Zaka smiled.
‘But
what about the royal dinner and tasty fishes of Nile,’ Hassan screamed as he
seemed unhappy.
‘Some
other time, you enjoy your mom’s royal dinner now,’ a lightening surrounded
them and they found themselves in their library again. They stood quiet for a
while and looked at each other as they
‘What
are you doing here?
Baba
forbade you to come here. Put that book back to the racks and come outside,’
Zeemal aapi was at the door. ‘My sister always chases me like a cat,’ Hassan
murmured.
‘Hurry! Murtaza your mama is calling you at dinner
and Hassan you first go to filter plant and bring a can of drinking water as it
is finished at home’ Zeemal aapi was still there to irritate them. ‘Not again,
Hassan and Murtaza came outside.
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