Insaanistan wrote:The Arab extremists march around Muslimbol singing this song:
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Upon hearing them, Åli, a communist, calls over his friends. “Muslim demonstrators are over there!” he says, “Let’s give them a taste of freedom!” They rush forward holding knives, sticks, or nothing at all.
“FREEDOM!” cries Āli’s best friend, Hachem. They charge the extremists, who at first confused, quickly begin to attack back.
“Give them hell!” said Salim. “They’ll be there eventually, anyway. Allahu Akbar!”
The Sultan heard the chants from afar. He knew his prophecy meant something. But no one believed him. He doubted Mustafa really believed him. He heard the hotel door open, it was his wife. “Where were you, I haven’t seen you in a while. One of the guards brought dinner for us.” she said. She walked up and put her arms around him. “What’s wrong?” She asked. “Can it you hear it, those shouts, revolutionaries.” He said.”Those are just protesters, every country has them, what’s so bad about that?” The Sultana replied. “ I will tell you why. On the way to this country I had a dream that this city was engulfed in flames. Even those people down there. They were calling for the destruction of Mustafa. Then I was at the palace it was on fire and so was Mustafa but he was chanting praises to the fire god Ra. I told Bashir, he didn’t listen but Mustafa listened.” The Sultan explained. “My god, come to think of it that is what’s happening now. Do you think we should leave.” She said. “No until the guards tell us to leave we will leave.” The Sultan replied. “But what if they blame you for what will happen?” She said. “ I will send Mosarat’s forces to help Mustafa he has been good to me. On better news, Our parade is planned for tomorrow.” The Sultan replied. The Sultan and Sultana hugged and kissed happy together in their own little world.
