White place

As soon as he crossed the Sahara Pass, Kabul realized what was going to happen to him. The Red Desert had begun. The red rays of the rising sun had shed blood in the desert. The sands of the desert were already so red that the redness of the rising sun had turned them into oil. There was a fire everywhere in the desert. A fire that used to cut the hearts of laughing and smiling people. The Red Desert was actually another name for death and death was very painful. The camel rider at the front signaled his companions to stop.

As soon as the signal was given, his companions, numbering three, let go of their camels.

The red dust slowly began to dissipate. Now the four camel riders signaled their camels to sit down. Along with these camels came the fifth camel which had no rider. Kabul was sitting on the left side of this fifth camel, tied to a very large leather bag. In the same large leather bag on the right hung a stone weighing Kabul so that the camel would have no difficulty in walking. Kabul's hands and feet were tied with ropes and he sat in a leather bag so that he could easily see the outside if he wanted to. Passing through The mouth of the bag was closed while passing through the population and no one forgot to close its mouth before the bag. They arrived in the Red Desert after a seven-day journey. Where was the western region far beyond the horizon? Kabul had heard the name of the Red Desert from its elders. Strange tales about the desert were famous. Yesterday's stories became reality today. The red desert was lying in front of them with its tongue outstretched and from a distance the wings of the angel of death could be heard fluttering. The leather bag in which Kamran was seated was opened by a camel and the two men picked up the bag and turned it over as if it were full of potatoes. Kabul fell head over heels on the sand. His head sank into the sand up to his forehead. Then he rolled to one side. Wherever sand particles got on her naked body, ants started biting her bodyThe red sands of the desert were full of peppers

Come here, a man shouted in a harsh tone.

Sir i am present

Karchana came in front of the man and stood politely with a red handkerchief tied around his head.

"Take out the nails. Hurry up, time is short," ordered the man with the red handkerchief. Taking the hammer, he again stood in front of the man with the red handkerchief.

"Drive here"

Karchana also called his two colleagues and thus the work began to end quickly. Soon the four corners were buried in the shape of a rectangle. The man with the red handkerchief measured the strength of the four pegs, which were now two pillows, and then the order came.

"Tie the ropes"

Large strong ropes were tied to the four pegs

Strong enough to break even four camels.

Then Kabul was laid on the sand and his hands and feet were tied with pegs. He looked like he was crucified on a sand cross.

While the four executioners were crucifying him, Kabul knelt down and begged the man in the red handkerchief who had the bow and arrow in his hand.

"I swear to you, Queen Shahu, pierce me with arrows, but do not hand me over to the Red Desert."

The man in the red handkerchief burst out laughing and threw a handful of sand into her eyes in response to her plea for mercy.

As soon as sand fell in his eyes, Kabul bubble burst. The sand was sticking needles in his eyes and he was unable to meet his eyes.

"Oh my gosh."

By Queen Shahu, we have fulfilled our duty honestly. Now let's go. "Play Naqara Koch"

"Wait, give me some water." Kabul said.

He didn't even think that even if he left the water jug ​​for him, how would he drink the water.

His hands and feet are tied. So hard that he can't even sit up.

" Water." The man in the red handkerchief said sarcastically. "Why don't we set up a tent for you?

Well, just give me some water. He barely opened his eyes.

Give him some water. The man with the red handkerchief smiled and winked. And when Karchana came and stood between his legs, Kabul had realized his intention.

He screamed but a thick stream of useless water was falling on his face and he was feeling very disgusted.They were expressing this by clapping their hands in joy. The man in the red handkerchief took his bow and arrow and started walking fast. Some distance away stopped. He turned towards Kabul and shot an arrow. The arrow came thundering and sank into the sand between Kabul's legs.

Seeing the man with the red handkerchief holding the bow and arrow, Kamran said in his burning eyes, "Let's break the relationship with the tip of the arrow."

The pain of one time was better than the death of a sob, but the arrow of the red handkerchief did not prove to be the savior. The target missed or the archer knowingly did not keep the arrow straight. Another shot said, "Kill me. I want to die."

"Kabul cried out for death. The man in the red handkerchief fired another arrow at his command, which sank into the sand near his ear.

The angel of death was still standing far away smiling. The man in the red handkerchief first drew an arrow between his legs, then drew an arrow from his ear, smiled sarcastically and spoke in a blowing manner.

I swear by Queen Shahu! Your death was not written by me, otherwise what was the need to travel to the Red Desert.

Putting the arrow in the quiver, the man with the red handkerchief gestured to the coach, and as soon as he saw it, the four camel riders flew into the clouds of sand and got lost in those clouds. After a while, when the sand settled down, he looked up and down and everywhere he looked, he saw nothing but sand. There was no question of any human being

The sky was empty of birds. Dark blue - sky red sand. It was a strange scene. Had he not climbed the sand cross, he would have surely enjoyed the view. Now the sun had risen. He was raining fire. It was so hot. The sand was very hot. Kabul felt like it was on fire. His body was burning with the heat of the sun and sand. The eyes were burning separately. Kabul was built in such a way that it could not move an inch

His body was drenched in sweat

And the red sand was falling on the body and setting it on fire. His throat was dry. He drank water last evening. He drank only two sips of water from the society. He was swallowing saliva again and again. This process gave him satisfaction for a few hearings and then he started getting thorns in his throat.

In the evening, her lips quivered. Thorns burst on the tongue. Throat became dry.

Once Kabul shook violently to liberate itself. He had done this many times but to no avail. The tremors left him with bruises on his hands and feet as the rope was too rough. Disappointed, he let go of his hands and feet and stared at the setting sun. Slowly the sun was setting.

Until he lost his existence in the red sea of ​​sand, every hundred darkness spread. This darkness was no different from the darkness in his heart.

Slowly the night was unfolding. The face of the night was shining like the moon.

The heat of the Red Desert was receding. The sand continued to cool.

The wind that had been blowing so neatly and politely suddenly flared up like a strong horse. As soon as they saw it, strong winds began to blow and they began to detect heavy storms.

Kabul looked around in panic.

Every hundred sands was sand. From earth to sky

Desert storms were dangerous anyway

The caravans lost their way in the sea of ​​sand.

He was so trapped that a sandstorm could easily bury him.

And so it happened. Suddenly a mound of sand blew up and rained down on him like rain.

It may have been a while before Kabul was completely hidden in the sand. Gradually the weight of the sand on his chest was increasing.

Now he was unable to breathe. He was beginning to feel dizzy.

He even lost consciousness. When he regained consciousness, he realized that he could breathe easily.

There was no pressure of sand on his body.

Then he also noticed that his head was placed on someone's silken knee and someone was gently pressing his head.

He opened his eyes nervously. No one was there, but the scent of a virgin's body was still there.

The moon shone brightly on his head. The cold wind was blowing. He waved his hands and feet and dropped the sand that was lying on top of him. It was a miracle that he survived. "

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