  &quot;So now, If not him...&quot; Baffah immediately shook his head.
  &quot;You're the successor of this throne, Mujaheed. I know His Highness must've told you not to trust anyone, you shouldn't. All your Uncles want nothing but your death alongside Kulthum's. They feel threatened by the two of your being alive, you should live to prove them wrong. Be a man, you're a prince and you should take over the throne of your late father.&quot; He felt there was more to Baffah's words, there were things he knew but wouldn't tell him and Mujaheed knew for now, he just had to do as Baffah said.
  He sighed and palmed his face, he knew it was his responsibility, he should do that. &quot;I will do that, Baffah, I will take over the throne.&quot; He felt as the responsibility already weighed his shoulders down as though he was going to be throned right now.
  &quot;There's a problem, your uncles sa

  It hurt, so much that she wouldn't dare lie to herself that it didn't. She wanted to spew out all that Kulthum had forced into her throat this morning and also, she wanted to cry until her eyes stopped responding to her glass and she would stay blind forever. Tears pooled the brink of her eyes and she heard as the doorknob got turned and he walked into the room with the grace and sophistication of the king he had always been born to be.
  Looking up at how dressed he looked, Fareeda felt something struck her heart and she knew she couldn't keep up with this pretense anymore. Damn it, this hurt like hell. She had never imagined that something will hurt her as much as this did. She wanted to scream at all his uncles for making him take this decision, tell them how bad they were, how irresponsible they must've been to do this to her and himself. She wanted to have a one on one conversatio

  Baffah walked into the room with nothing but tears on his cheeks, he pulled him out of the room and took him to where no one could see them or eavesdrop. He made him sit down and handed him a cup of Zamzam (holy water) that had been supplicated upon. Mujaheed needed whatever it is that will melt the molten magma he could clearly feel in his heart. He gulped it down in a single gulp and Baffah placed his hand on his.
  &quot;I want you to listen to me, Mujaheed. I know we're in so much grief, but this is something I promise His Highness to do immediately after his death. He told me that he wants to be given the ritual bathe, prayed for like every muslim in the world, but no one should know where he is buried apart from you and me. Kulthum shouldn't know as well, because someone might use her weakness and know it.&quot;
  Even though Mujaheed wasn't thinking straight, and all he had to d

&quot;So now, If not him...&quot; Baffah immediately shook his head.
  &quot;You're the successor of this throne, Mujaheed. I know His Highness must've told you not to trust anyone, you shouldn't. All your Uncles want nothing but your death alongside Kulthum's. They feel threatened by the two of your being alive, you should live to prove them wrong. Be a man, you're a prince and you should take over the throne of your late father.&quot; He felt there was more to Baffah's words, there were things he knew but wouldn't tell him and Mujaheed knew for now, he just had to do as Baffah said.
  He sighed and palmed his face, he knew it was his responsibility, he should do that. &quot;I will do that, Baffah, I will take over the throne.&quot; He felt as the responsibility already weighed his shoulders down as though he was going to be throned right now.
  &quot;There's a problem, your uncles said you won't be given the throne unless you accept your marriage with Mairamou. Saying that you can

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