President Mustafa’s Cousin’s Birthday Party [Closed/READ OP]

[Langenia]

"Ah Valeykum Salaam Valeykum Salaam! President Mustafa, and Mr. Furia", the Sipah Salar replied with his hands raised and with a joyful expression, "Tell me, how can I be of assistance"

“First of all: thank you, Nic and Ibrahim. For everything. Your men have spilt their blood to save my nation, and I don’t know if I can ever repay you. But while Subhanallah, we won the battle, I have a war ahead of me. There are Communists in the Insaani regions of Districta Roma (Italy) and Êsbanya (Spain and Portugal). There are Shiā militants uprising. There are extremists calling to expel all non-Muslims or all non-Arabs. There are Rayane militants supported by my brother, President of Rayanland, Ramadhaan Abu Jamal. If your troops stay, many of them likely will die. You are already faced with another conflict, Ya Sipah, and not only would the stretching of your resources be detrimental to your nation and its economy, I don’t think that I’d be able to help pay your debt even if we won. My ally, my friend, my brother: just say the word, and I will arrange for you and your men to be escorted from Insaanistan before things get too bad. The same offer goes to you, Mr. Furia. I want to ensure no more of YOUR men die defending MY country.”

"You are welcome Mr. President. Though I will not willingly shed the blood of my men for a foreign war, they would gladly fight against extremists with crazy ideas, like communism. If you need my help, do not hesitate to ask for it. The Langenians shall be here for our Instaani brothers. We are, after all, humans, one species, regardless of boundaries, ethnicities, race, or religion. Oh, cake? I love cake!"

[Insaanistan]

“Let’s all sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to Bashir!” Mustafa says.

[Empirical Switzerland]

HAAAAPPPPYYYY BIRTHDAY TOOOO YOOOOUUUUU!

[Insaanistan]

“First of all: thank you, Nic and Ibrahim. For everything. Your men have spilt their blood to save my nation, and I don’t know if I can ever repay you. But while Subhanallah, we won the battle, I have a war ahead of me. There are Communists in the Insaani regions of Districta Roma (Italy) and Êsbanya (Spain and Portugal). There are Shiā militants uprising. There are extremists calling to expel all non-Muslims or all non-Arabs. There are Rayane militants supported by my brother, President of Rayanland, Ramadhaan Abu Jamal. If your troops stay, many of them likely will die. You are already faced with another conflict, Ya Sipah, and not only would the stretching of your resources be detrimental to your nation and its economy, I don’t think that I’d be able to help pay your debt even if we won. My ally, my friend, my brother: just say the word, and I will arrange for you and your men to be escorted from Insaanistan before things get too bad. The same offer goes to you, Mr. Furia. I want to ensure no more of YOUR men die defending MY country.”

"You are welcome Mr. President. Though I will not willingly shed the blood of my men for a foreign war, they would gladly fight against extremists with crazy ideas, like communism. If you need my help, do not hesitate to ask for it. The Langenians shall be here for our Instaani brothers. We are, after all, humans, one species, regardless of boundaries, ethnicities, race, or religion. Oh, cake? I love cake!"

“Indeed we are all humans. Thank you, Nic.”

[Insaanistan]

“Happy Birthday day to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Bashir! Happy birthday to you!” everyone Sang (with Lord Bodie singing the loudest and proudest).

[Insaanistan]

Bashir cut the cake. “Okay,” everyone he said. “Have a slice, or two, or 5, and let’s finally Par-tay!” The servants brought out gulab jamun, puff poff, baklava, shawarma, falafel, barfi, and many other foods for everyone to eat.

[Arshanid Deccan]

The Sipah Salar being a meat lover began chomping down on the shawarmas.

[Langenia]

Nicolas Furia, being both a meat lover like the Sipah Salar and having a sweet tooth, helps himself to all the meat he can find as well as all the sweets he can fit on a plate.

[Empirical Switzerland]

"Lord Bodie stocks up on steak, as well as some other condiments."

[Insaanistan]

Mustafa stopped and raised his glass of Vimto. “A toast!” He said. “To all of you. Much of my blood family is dead, or at least dead to me. Soon, Soraya, Nura, and the Khans will join that family. In many ways, they already have. And all of you. You have, too. Nura has already begun referring to you as Uncle Ibrahim, Uncle Nic and Uncle Bodie. You all have joined our family! Thank you for standing by me! May peace be with you all!”

[Empirical Switzerland]

Mustafa stopped and raised his glass of Vimto. “A toast!” He said. “To all of you. Much of my blood family is dead, or at least dead to me. Soon, Soraya, Nura, and the Khans will join that family. In many ways, they already have. And all of you. You have, too. Nura has already begun referring to you as Uncle Ibrahim, Uncle Nic and Uncle Bodie. You all have joined our family! Thank you for standing by me! May peace be with you all!”

"À toi aussi!"

[Arshanid Deccan]

Mustafa stopped and raised his glass of Vimto. “A toast!” He said. “To all of you. Much of my blood family is dead, or at least dead to me. Soon, Soraya, Nura, and the Khans will join that family. In many ways, they already have. And all of you. You have, too. Nura has already begun referring to you as Uncle Ibrahim, Uncle Nic and Uncle Bodie. You all have joined our family! Thank you for standing by me! May peace be with you all!”

Ibrahim raised a chicken leg and replied loudly, "Peace Be with You as well and All of Insaanistan!"

[Insaanistan]

Mustafa stopped and raised his glass of Vimto. “A toast!” He said. “To all of you. Much of my blood family is dead, or at least dead to me. Soon, Soraya, Nura, and the Khans will join that family. In many ways, they already have. And all of you. You have, too. Nura has already begun referring to you as Uncle Ibrahim, Uncle Nic and Uncle Bodie. You all have joined our family! Thank you for standing by me! May peace be with you all!”

"À toi aussi!"

“Merci, mon ami!”

[Insaanistan]

Mustafa stopped and raised his glass of Vimto. “A toast!” He said. “To all of you. Much of my blood family is dead, or at least dead to me. Soon, Soraya, Nura, and the Khans will join that family. In many ways, they already have. And all of you. You have, too. Nura has already begun referring to you as Uncle Ibrahim, Uncle Nic and Uncle Bodie. You all have joined our family! Thank you for standing by me! May peace be with you all!”

Ibrahim raised a chicken leg and replied loudly, "Peace Be with You as well and All of Insaanistan!"

“Inshallah!”

[Insaanistan]

“Soraya, can I talk to you? In private?” Mustafa asked.
“About what?” questioned Soraya.
“About Nura. And Islamabad.” Mustafa replied.
“Oh. She told you?” Soraya asked.
“More or less. We need to talk about it.”
Soraya resigns to follow Mustafa into the other room and discuss it.

[Insaanistan]

“Uncle Bodie agha?” asks Nura. “I have a question.”

[Empirical Switzerland]

“Uncle Bodie agha?” asks Nura. “I have a question.”

"Of course!"

[Insaanistan]

“Uncle Bodie agha?” asks Nura. “I have a question.”

"Of course!"

“What is Switzerland like? I’ve been to Pakistan, the UK, France, the US, Italy, and obviously here, but I’ve never been to Switzerland.”

[Empirical Switzerland]

"Of course!"

“What is Switzerland like? I’ve been to Pakistan, the UK, France, the US, Italy, and obviously here, but I’ve never been to Switzerland.”

"Well, you are welcome to come whenever you like first off! Secondly, well, what I love about Switzerland is just being able to wake up, step outside, and take in the crisp mountain breeze of snowy capped peaks, and bask in the sun cascading over the beautiful mountains around you. The food is great, as who doesn't love dipping stuff in melted chocolate or having Swiss Cheese Sandwiches for breakfast? Also, you get quite the salary."

"Overall, I love my country, and I would be glad to welcome you on a visit to it."

[Insaanistan]

“What is Switzerland like? I’ve been to Pakistan, the UK, France, the US, Italy, and obviously here, but I’ve never been to Switzerland.”

"Well, you are welcome to come whenever you like first off! Secondly, well, what I love about Switzerland is just being able to wake up, step outside, and take in the crisp mountain breeze of snowy capped peaks, and bask in the sun cascading over the beautiful mountains around you. The food is great, as who doesn't love dipping stuff in melted chocolate or having Swiss Cheese Sandwiches for breakfast? Also, you get quite the salary."

"Overall, I love my country, and I would be glad to welcome you on a visit to it."

“Maybe I’ll come one day, Inshallah.”

[Insaanistan]

Soraya and Mustafa return.
“Everyone,” Soraya said. “We have an announcement to make.”
“Nura,” Mustafa said. “You won’t be going back to Pakistan next week.”
“I won’t? But... that means...”
“You’ll be staying here.” Mustafa finished. “In the palace. You’re going to attend Dunya High School in Muslimbol.”
“Oh, my God! Thank you!” she said, hugging Mustafa. “I’ll finally get to see you everyday!”
Soraya looked down as Mustafa smiled sadly. “Not quite, beta.” he said. “You see, I’m going to go to Somalia next week to deal with the war.”
“Oh,” Nura said. “Well, we’ll just make up for it when you get back.”
“That’s the thing Nura: I’m going to fight in the war. I don’t know when I’ll be back.”
“What?!” cried Nura. “But you can manage the war from here like always!”
“Nura,” Mustafa said. “I won’t just be giving orders. I’ll have a gun in my hands. I’ll be fighting with the regular men, and have only as much protection as them.”
“What?!” Nura said. “But you... you might... I mean you could...” Tearing up, Nura ran past several crowd members to her room.
Mustafa looked down, evidently deeply sad and distressed. “I will be accepting mercenaries and foreign troops, if anyone wishes to volunteer their men or allow their men to volunteer.”
The party continued, though many were a lot less happy than they were before.

[Empirical Switzerland]

...

[Insaanistan]

Mustafa had drifted to the edge of the party, and Soraya walked up to him.
“Why can’t you stay?!” she asked. “You’re breaking Nura’s heart!”
“I can’t here about how many young men and women die in Somalia while I sit comfy in a palace! I can’t take it! If I send them to fight, why can’t I fight with them, like in the olden days?”
“Because they didn’t have machine guns and missiles in the olden days!” Soraya cried.
“I’m going, and you definitely can’t stop me.”
“And what makes you say that?” asks Soraya.
“Last I checked,” said Mustafa, “you aren’t the president.”
Soraya stormed off away from Mustafa.

[Arshanid Deccan]

Mustafa had drifted to the edge of the party, and Soraya walked up to him.
“Why can’t you stay?!” she asked. “You’re breaking Nura’s heart!”
“I can’t here about how many young men and women die in Somalia while I sit comfy in a palace! I can’t take it! If I send them to fight, why can’t I fight with them, like in the olden days?”
“Because they didn’t have machine guns and missiles in the olden days!” Soraya cried.
“I’m going, and you definitely can’t stop me.”
“And what makes you say that?” asks Soraya.
“Last I checked,” said Mustafa, “you aren’t the president.”
Soraya stormed off away from Mustafa.

Ibrahim saw Soraya walk away, he slowly made his way to Mustafa. "President Mustafa, when I go back to Deccan, I will speak to the Sultan regarding what you said. We have a huge army and we are looking for excuses for making use of our soldiers. Inshallah you will have Deccani soldiers fighting alongside the Insaanistani forces", he said solemnly.

[Insaanistan]

Mustafa had drifted to the edge of the party, and Soraya walked up to him.
“Why can’t you stay?!” she asked. “You’re breaking Nura’s heart!”
“I can’t here about how many young men and women die in Somalia while I sit comfy in a palace! I can’t take it! If I send them to fight, why can’t I fight with them, like in the olden days?”
“Because they didn’t have machine guns and missiles in the olden days!” Soraya cried.
“I’m going, and you definitely can’t stop me.”
“And what makes you say that?” asks Soraya.
“Last I checked,” said Mustafa, “you aren’t the president.”
Soraya stormed off away from Mustafa.

Ibrahim saw Soraya walk away, he slowly made his way to Mustafa. "President Mustafa, when I go back to Deccan, I will speak to the Sultan regarding what you said. We have a huge army and we are looking for excuses for making use of our soldiers. Inshallah you will have Deccani soldiers fighting alongside the Insaanistani forces", he said solemnly.

Mustafa put his hand over his heart solemnly. “Thank you, bhai. Allah bless you.”