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

[Mosarat]

“ So my theory is true. Gaia and Earth are no different. If am correct Mosarat is like Egypt in this world. What else is about your world is different than Gaia. I can tell you our solar system is called the Helios System. Hermes is supposed to be Mercury Aphrodite is Venus Gaia is Earth Luna is the Moon Ares is Mars Zesus is Jupiter Cronus is Saturn Caelus is Uranus Poseidon is Neptune and Hades is Pluto. We still consider Hades a planet.” The Sultan said.

[Insaanistan]

“ So my theory is true. Gaia and Earth are no different. If am correct Mosarat is like Egypt in this world. What else is about your world is different than Gaia. I can tell you our solar system is called the Helios System. Hermes is supposed to be Mercury Aphrodite is Venus Gaia is Earth Luna is the Moon Ares is Mars Zesus is Jupiter Cronus is Saturn Caelus is Uranus Poseidon is Neptune and Hades is Pluto. We still consider Hades a planet.” The Sultan said.

“Yeah.. Pluto.. or, Hades, isn’t a planet here anymore. But still, the similarities are interesting. Although, Egypt in this universe is part of Insaanistan, so that’s one difference.”

[Insaanistan]

Soroya finds Bashir watching TV on the couch.
“Adaab arz hai.” she says. Upon hearing her voice, Bashir jumps up.
“Oh! Soroya! Salaamalaikum! I-uh...” He stammered. Then, his eyes adjusted. “Wow,” he said. “You look beautiful, as always.” She put her hand over his eyes. “Lower your gaze, brother.” she said, jokingly. Bashir smiled and moved her hand away. “When is the rest of your family coming?” he asked.
“Oh, in an hour or two.” she said. “They wouldn’t miss your big day!”
She paused. “You know...” Soraya said looking into his eyes. “We could have another big day in the not-so distance future, InshâAllah.” Bashir looked back at her as they held hands facing each other.
At that moment, Mustafa and the Sultan entered still talking to each other and saw the two of them.
“Oh,” said Mustafa as Soraya and Bashir quickly put their hands behind their backs and faces the two leaders. “We aren’t interrupting anything, were we?” Mustafa enquired.
“N-no!” stuttered Bashir.
“W-we, uh...were just talking!” said Soraya.
“Yup!” said Bashir. “Just talking!”
“Nothing to see here!” said Soraya.
Mustafa chuckled at his cousin and his cousin’s fiancée’s behavior, and continued walking with the Sultan as they discussed the similarities and differences between Earth and Gaia.

[Insaanistan]

The rest of Soraya’s family arrives.
Her father, Ali Khan, and mother Obayda Khan, enter the palace first, followed by Soraya’s younger sister, Nura Khan, Soraya’s older brother, Fazluddin Khan, and Soraya’s cousin, Davud Khan. While the parents are dressed in traditional clothes, Fazluddin and Davud are wearing suits and Nura is wearing a hoodie, sweatpants and AirPods.
Mr and Mrs Khan

Fazluddin:

Davud:
Nura:

[Mosarat]

Soroya finds Bashir watching TV on the couch.
“Adaab arz hai.” she says. Upon hearing her voice, Bashir jumps up.
“Oh! Soroya! Salaamalaikum! I-uh...” He stammered. Then, his eyes adjusted. “Wow,” he said. “You look beautiful, as always.” She put her hand over his eyes. “Lower your gaze, brother.” she said, jokingly. Bashir smiled and moved her hand away. “When is the rest of your family coming?” he asked.
“Oh, in an hour or two.” she said. “They wouldn’t miss your big day!”
She paused. “You know...” Soraya said looking into his eyes. “We could have another big day in the not-so distance future, InshâAllah.” Bashir looked back at her as they held hands facing each other.
At that moment, Mustafa and the Sultan entered still talking to each other and saw the two of them.
“Oh,” said Mustafa as Soraya and Bashir quickly put their hands behind their backs and faces the two leaders. “We aren’t interrupting anything, were we?” Mustafa enquired.
“N-no!” stuttered Bashir.
“W-we, uh...were just talking!” said Soraya.
“Yup!” said Bashir. “Just talking!”
“Nothing to see here!” said Soraya.
Mustafa chuckled at his cousin and his cousin’s fiancée’s behavior, and continued walking with the Sultan as they discussed the similarities and differences between Earth and Gaia.

“ This is very good information Mustafa. The people of Gaia will pleased to know of the similarities between the universes. So that was Soraya? She seemed nice. I do hope that they will have a wedding soon. Hopefully this wedding won’t result in war but that can be avoided as long as John Ross is not invited.

[Insaanistan]

Soroya finds Bashir watching TV on the couch.
“Adaab arz hai.” she says. Upon hearing her voice, Bashir jumps up.
“Oh! Soroya! Salaamalaikum! I-uh...” He stammered. Then, his eyes adjusted. “Wow,” he said. “You look beautiful, as always.” She put her hand over his eyes. “Lower your gaze, brother.” she said, jokingly. Bashir smiled and moved her hand away. “When is the rest of your family coming?” he asked.
“Oh, in an hour or two.” she said. “They wouldn’t miss your big day!”
She paused. “You know...” Soraya said looking into his eyes. “We could have another big day in the not-so distance future, InshâAllah.” Bashir looked back at her as they held hands facing each other.
At that moment, Mustafa and the Sultan entered still talking to each other and saw the two of them.
“Oh,” said Mustafa as Soraya and Bashir quickly put their hands behind their backs and faces the two leaders. “We aren’t interrupting anything, were we?” Mustafa enquired.
“N-no!” stuttered Bashir.
“W-we, uh...were just talking!” said Soraya.
“Yup!” said Bashir. “Just talking!”
“Nothing to see here!” said Soraya.
Mustafa chuckled at his cousin and his cousin’s fiancée’s behavior, and continued walking with the Sultan as they discussed the similarities and differences between Earth and Gaia.

“ This is very good information Mustafa. The people of Gaia will pleased to know of the similarities between the universes. So that was Soraya? She seemed nice. I do hope that they will have a wedding soon. Hopefully this wedding won’t result in war but that can be avoided as long as John Ross is not invited.

“Indeed. Soraya is very nice.” Mustafa said, smiling. “InshâAllah, she’ll marry Bashir soon. She brings out the best in my cousin, you know. Praise be to Allah he found her.”

[Hopal]

Helen looks out of her room she sees the Khan family arrive and she exits her room to the lobby.

[Insaanistan]

Helen looks out of her room she sees the Khan family arrive and she exits her room to the lobby.

“Oh, hello, ma’am!” says Mrs. Khan.
“Salaam walaikam everyone.” says Mr. Khan.
“Walaikam salaam.” says Mustafa.
“Waālaykum salaam.” says the Sultan.
“Soraya,” Mustafa calls, “Your family is here!”
Soraya and Bashir enter the room.
“Abu! Amma! Salaam walaikum!” says Soraya.
“Salaamalaikum.” says Bashir.
“Walaikum salaam.” say the Khans.
“Fazluddin, wassup?” says Bashir.
“You, know, the usual!” says Fazluddin, as the two do their special handshake.
“Nura, what’s good?” asks Bashir.
“‘Sup, bro!” says Nura.
“You guys wanna play video games?” asks Bashir.
“Heck ya!” says Nura. The three run off to play video games. “I’ll go with them.” Soraya says. “Adaab.”
Mr. Khan shakes his head as Soraya walks off.
“Bashir is so immature.” he says.
“True,” Mustafa says, “but he’s got a good heart.”
“Why couldn’t Soraya marry you instead?”
“Ali!” Mrs. Khan cries, hitting him on the shoulder.
“What?” says Mr. Khan. “They liked each other once.”
“We were teenagers and we kissed ONCE.” says Mustafa. “In any case, it is no matter. She’s Bashir’s fiancée, and frankly, she’s perfect for him.”
“Well,” says Mr. Khan, “If you change your mind, let me know.”

[Insaanistan]

The extremists were celebrating today. They had gained many new followers at the earlier protest over the parade, and had passed out all 300 of their flyers. 20 new people had joined them, and they agreed: Mustafa had to go. He was a danger to the land, and an insult to Insaanis. “We WILL remove him!” says Mahmud.
“When he sees our force the night we attack, he’ll have to surrender.” says Khalid
“That, or he’ll have to die.” adds Ābdul-Ghaffar.
“Why not both?” questions Ābdallah. “Make the pig surrender. Take him prisoner. Disgrace him. Then, in front of everyone, we lash him. Then...”
“We cut his head off!” said Salim. “Ingenious!”
They ordered another round of tea, finished drinking it, and went to their homes.

[Insaanistan]

“Hey, Soraya, can I talk to you?” asks Bashir.
“Uh, sure, I guess.” They leave the room, close the door, and Bashir asks her his question.
“What is Davud doing here?!” he asks
“I don’t know!” says Soraya. “I think my parents are trying to see if they can set me up with him or Mustafa.”
“Still?!” Bashir asks. Soraya sighs. “Yeah.”
“Ugh! I hate Davud so much!”
“Let’s just go back in the room.” says Soraya. They enter and sit back down.
I think my parents are still trying to see if they can set me up... with Mustafa.
With Mustafa
WITH MUSTAFA
Bashir got up and went to the door. “Where are you going?” asks Soraya.
“To the bathroom.” says Bashir. Soraya could tell he was lying, but let it go.
Bashir stormed into Mustafa’s room and saw him bent down praying.
“I don’t care if you’re praying!” Bashir cried. “Let me tell you this: you may be President, everyone may like you, you may be popular and rich, but you will NEVER take Soraya away from me, you deceptive sorry excuse for a cousin!” Bashir left and slammed the door, leaving Mustafa surprised and very confused.

[Mosarat]

After his friendly conversation with Mustafa the Sultan felt good about this trip. The guards had dinner brought from then palace to the hotel where he and his wife are staying. The autumn afternoon sun was beginning to set. But the dream he had last night all darkness and the chants for Mustafa’s death. Then the chants calling for foreigners to go home. But he was that foreigner along with Bodie and the others. Mustafa told him that it isn’t the first time that something like this has happened in this world. But on Gaia countries like Insaanistan were completely normal. In fact most foreigners are welcome in that country as tourists. The people didn’t call for the extermination of foreigners or their leaders. Yes they had protesters after all countries in Middle Orientum or North Aprica were democracies. Some had monarchs but everyone knew they had no power, in fact The Sultan couldn’t do a single thing to affect the laws. He could ask the Shah of Farsia or the King of Arbya they can’t do anything they have no power. But this isn’t Gaia people weren’t just content here. The Sultan had to do something. He couldn’t stand by and let something horrible happen.

[Insaanistan]

As many of the guests sat down for dinner, Mustafa walks up to Soraya. “May I speak to you?” he asks as Bashir glares at him. “Sure,” says Soraya. They walk into an adjoining room. “What’s up?” she asks.
“Bashir seems to think I’m trying to steal you from him?” Mustafa says.
“What?” says Soraya. “That’s crazy!”
“I know!” says Mustafa. “Can you talk to him?”
“Of course.” she assured. “He’s just feeling paranoid about the fact Davud is here.”
“Ugh,” says Mustafa, “I hate that guy.”
Soraya sighs. “I know!” she says. “But my parents want him here, which is crazy, cuz his parents aren’t even here yet! Honestly, I think my dad is trying to see if he can set me up with him, or even with you.”
“Uh... yeah, you’re not wrong, I’ll tell you that.” says Mustafa.
“Oh my God!” says Soraya, embarrassed. “I’m so sorry, Mustafa! What’d he say?!”
“Not much.” admits Mustafa. “Though he suggested that we should get together because, well, ya know...”
“I remember, dude.” she says. “I should talk to him now. The longer we’re over here together, the angrier Bashir’ll get.”
“You’re right.” Mustafa says. “Let’s eat! Bhook lagi! (I’m hungry!)”
They re-enter the dining hall laughing singing “Chicken Kuk Du Koo” from Bajrangi Bhaijaan.
She sits down next to Bashir. “After dinner...” she says. “You. Me. Talk.” Bashir does look at her and instead continues eating his brabisko (Northern Nigerian Hausa couscous).

[Arshanid Deccan]

The Nawab completed his prayer and heard the guests making their way to the dining hall. Nawab Ibrahim took a last look in the mirror, made some final adjustments to his Sherwani and joined the guests making way for dinner with his guards following him. Upon entering, the Nawab scanned the hall until The President caught his eye. Ibrahim made his way towards Mustafa and greeted him, "Salaam Miya", as he cupped his right hand and brougt it infront of his face, "I'm afraid I haven't got the chance to introduce myself properly, I am Sipah Salar Nawab Ibrahim Siddiqui Bahadur, the uncle of the Sultan of Deccan Arslan Siddiqui Bahadur, Sipah Salar of the Deccani Armed Forces which is the equivalent of 'Defense Minister' of my nation. I am not really what you call a 'diplomat' but the Sultan was not able to come and he did not want to send some average diplomat for this special occasion. He wanted to send someone whom he values deeply in order to show his respect towards you and your country. Also with my advanced age I am not able stay on the battlefield for as long as I was once able to and so he told me this could be a nice vacation".

[Insaanistan]

The Nawab completed his prayer and heard the guests making their way to the dining hall. Nawab Ibrahim took a last look in the mirror, made some final adjustments to his Sherwani and joined the guests making way for dinner with his guards following him. Upon entering, the Nawab scanned the hall until The President caught his eye. Ibrahim made his way towards Mustafa and greeted him, "Salaam Miya", as he cupped his right hand and brougt it infront of his face, "I'm afraid I haven't got the chance to introduce myself properly, I am Sipah Salar Nawab Ibrahim Siddiqui Bahadur, the uncle of the Sultan of Deccan Arslan Siddiqui Bahadur, Sipah Salar of the Deccani Armed Forces which is the equivalent of 'Defense Minister' of my nation. I am not really what you call a 'diplomat' but the Sultan was not able to come and he did not want to send some average diplomat for this special occasion. He wanted to send someone whom he values deeply in order to show his respect towards you and your country. Also with my advanced age I am not able stay on the battlefield for as long as I was once able to and so he told me this could be a nice vacation".

“Valeykum salaam.” says Mustafa. “It’s nice to meet you sir. Tell your nephew I thank him for the honor of meeting you. Inshallah, we and our nations shall become better acquainted with each other. Though, may I ask what has occupied the Sultan Bahadur’s time?”

[Insaanistan]

Soraya walks up to Bashir, who is leaning against a balcony of the palace. “So,” he says, “Have you come to tell me the wedding’s off so you can marry my cousin?” he asks coldly.
“Oh, stop it!” says Soraya, hitting his shoulder. “You know you’re the only one I love!”
“You’re father sure doesn’t.” Bashir says.
“What my father does or doesn’t think is of no importance.” Soraya says. “I’m not just some village girl. I’m educated, in Western studies AND Islam. And Islamically speaking,” she says, looking into his eyes, “my father can’t choose who I can and can’t marry. He can’t force me to marry someone I don’t love.” Bashir smiles at her.
She kisses him on the cheek, and they look out into a bustling Muslimbol together. Both are unaware of what goes on in one café in the city the gaze upon.

---

“Communist takeovers of Districta Roma and Êsbanya are unacceptable!” cries one man.
“Next thing you know, they’ll be forcing us into the potato fields!” yells one woman.
“And the President MUST be leading them!” says another man. “How else did they gain so much power?!”
“Didn’t he outlaw Communism at the beginning of his term?” questioned one man.
“Merely ploy to throw us off his scent.” says Salim.
“What will we do?!” asks one woman.
“The Communists will kill us all!” suggests one man.
“Everyone remain calm!” says Mahmud. “We will fight those Communists!” This prompted cheers. “We’ll get rid of ‘Comrade’ Mustafa!” More cheers. “And we will turn Insaanistan into Ārabistan!” Cheers as the audience members raised their fists.
“Takbir!” says Ābdullah.
“Allahu Akbar!” The crowd roars
“Takbir!”
“Allahu Akbar!”
“Takbir!”
“Allahu Akbar!”

[Arshanid Deccan]

“Valeykum salaam.” says Mustafa. “It’s nice to meet you sir. Tell your nephew I thank him for the honor of meeting you. Inshallah, we and our nations shall become better acquainted with each other. Though, may I ask what has occupied the Sultan Bahadur’s time?”

Nawab Ibrahim smiles and replies, "The Sultan works day and night trying to settle the many debts of Deccan while at the same time juggling power and the progress of the nation, at this time he would be in Tehran right now speaking with the Leader of Iran regarding arms trade and military affairs. After all he is only the second ruler as his father the late Sultan Arshan Siddqui Bahadur who was my younger cousin established the Sultanate after rebelling against a fascist Dictatorship. During the course of the war my cousin took many debts from fellow Muslim countries in order to win. Also at the beginning of his reign, my nephew sought to end the Constitutional Monarchy established by his father and take absolute control of the state in order to administer it more efficiently. The Sultan wants to make sure that the debts do not hinder the progress and development of the country and so he has occupied himself playing a grand game of chess if you will of politics, finance, and war. As I said when I first came here, I was busy fighting insurgents this is due to the fact that the Sultan has made agreements with some of the Muslim countries that helped us in the Deccan War in which we could pay off our debt by supporting them against competing military factions. For example In my case I was in Nigeria fighting against a Warlord who was seeking to overthrow the current government. Not because the Nigerians asked us to, but instead because Turkey had asked us and they helped us greatly during the War"

[Insaanistan]

“Valeykum salaam.” says Mustafa. “It’s nice to meet you sir. Tell your nephew I thank him for the honor of meeting you. Inshallah, we and our nations shall become better acquainted with each other. Though, may I ask what has occupied the Sultan Bahadur’s time?”

Nawab Ibrahim smiles and replies, "The Sultan works day and night trying to settle the many debts of Deccan while at the same time juggling power and the progress of the nation, at this time he would be in Tehran right now speaking with the Leader of Iran regarding arms trade and military affairs. After all he is only the second ruler as his father the late Sultan Arshan Siddqui Bahadur who was my younger cousin established the Sultanate after rebelling against a fascist Dictatorship. During the course of the war my cousin took many debts from fellow Muslim countries in order to win. Also at the beginning of his reign, my nephew sought to end the Constitutional Monarchy established by his father and take absolute control of the state in order to administer it more efficiently. The Sultan wants to make sure that the debts do not hinder the progress and development of the country and so he has occupied himself playing a grand game of chess if you will of politics, finance, and war. As I said when I first came here, I was busy fighting insurgents this is due to the fact that the Sultan has made agreements with some of the Muslim countries that helped us in the Deccan War in which we could pay off our debt by supporting them against competing military factions. For example In my case I was in Nigeria fighting against a Warlord who was seeking to overthrow the current government. Not because the Nigerians asked us to, but instead because Turkey had asked us and they helped us greatly during the War"

“Ah,” says Mustafa. “I see. Inshallah, your nation will see success in its quest.”

[Insaanistan]

Mustafa awakens early to preform Fajr prayer, eat, and try to work and manage the guests at the same time.

[Mosarat]

“Communist takeovers of Districts Roma and Esbanya are unacceptable!” cries one man.
“Next thing you know, they’ll be forcing us into the potato fields!” yells one woman.
“And the President MUST be leading them!” says another man. “How else did they gain so much power?!”
“Didn’t he outlaw Communism at the beginning of his term?” questioned one man.
“Merely ploy to throw us off his scent.” says Salim.
“What will we do?!” asks one woman.
“The Communists will kill us all!” suggests one man.
“Everyone remain calm!” says Mahmud. “We will fight those Communists!” This prompted cheers. “We’ll get rid of ‘Comrade’ Mustafa!” More cheers. “And we will turn Insaanistan into Ārabistan!” Cheers as the audience members raised their fists.
“Takbir!” says Ābdullah.
“Allahu Akbar!” The crowd roars
“Takbir!”
“Allahu Akbar!”
“Takbir!”
“Allahu Akbar!”

Little did they know that outside the cafe Sultan Farhan Hashem I was recording everything. He had snuck out of the palace in a trench coat and fedora. He recorded this very conversation. He was going to bring this evidence to Mustafa and prove that he was right. He snuck back to the palace. He went into Mustafa’s empty bedroom and placed the tape on his dresser. He wrote a note saying Play This.

[Insaanistan]

Bashir emerged from a pantry with several servants following placing food on the tables.
“LET THE PARTY BE-GIN!” he yelled.
Music began playing in the room.
Mustafa, still working, enters his room and notices the tape on his desk. “Me nene wana?” What is this?
Reading the note, he tosses it aside. “Whoever you are, I’ll play it later. I’ve got work to do.”

[Mosarat]

Bashir emerged from a pantry with several servants following placing food on the tables.
“LET THE PARTY BE-GIN!” he yelled.
Music began playing in the room.
Mustafa, still working, enters his room and notices the tape on his desk. “Me nene wana?” What is this?
Reading the note, he tosses it aside. “Whoever you are, I’ll play it later. I’ve got work to do.”

The Sultan and Sultana sat at a table with the food they got. They listened to the music as they watched Bashir go around the dining room. “ I thought his birthday was Saturday.” The Sultana said. “ Well Bashir has proven to be oh how do they say quite the party animal.” The sultan replied. The Sultan had hoped Mustafa had at least seen the tape. That tape will provide an insight into what the Sultan was talking about. Then Mustafa will really know the truth. There was no way he couldn’t deny it. Even if Allah does prevent something horrible from happening Mustafa still needs to wake up and smell the roses.

[Insaanistan]

Mustafa heard a knock on the door. “Come in.” he half-sighed, slightly annoyed, but mainly tired. One of his guards enters the room. “Salaam, sir.” he says.
“Waālaykum salaam, Muhammad.” replies Mustafa. “What is it?”
“You have a message, sir.” Muhammad says.
“On what?” asks Mustafa.
“It’s uh... it’s about Mogadishu.” the guard says.
Wide-eyed, Mustafa gets up. “What about Mogadishu?”
“The Rayane insurgents, sir... they’ve, uh...” the guard started, but he could see Mustafa now knew the answer without Muhammad having to say it.
“They’ve taken it.” Mustafa says. “Dear God, they’ve taken it. The rest of Somalia will soon follow.”
“Sir,” says Muhammad, “the National Defense Department suggests we censor the media from speaking about thi-”
“No.” Mustafa says.
“But sir-“
“No. The people must know the truth. ‘Speak truth even against yourself’ as Islam tells us. We must let the people know, whether it hurts my reelection chances or not. By Allah, they must know.”
“I-“ starts the guard. “Yes, sir.” He says. Doing an about face, he marches out of the room. Mustafa sinks back into his chair to continue his work. He stops, and pulls out his diary journal.
Today I learned we lost Mogadishu he wrote. Soon, the rest of Somalia will surely fall. It’s only a matter of time. But the people must know. I cannot keep these things from them. Allah help us. Allah help us.
He goes back to work. Writing a letter to his brother, Ramadhaan, who lived in a neighboring country. Ramadhaan had called to warn Mustafa that Rayanland wouldn’t stop until it got what it wanted. Why was he writing to his brother? Well, Ramadhaan was a high-ranking official in his country.
That country is a supporter of Rayane insurgents in Insaanistan...
It is Rayanland...
And Ramadhaan Abu Jamal...
Is its president.

[Insaanistan]

(I don’t think anyone has really noticed or paid much attention to it, but notice how people from different countries, ethnicities, linguistic backgrounds and educational backgrounds in the RP, and really in the world too, say “Asalaamu Ālaykum” differently. Bashir Sadiq says “Salaamalaikum.” The Khans say “Salaam walaikum.” Mustafa is the only one who changes how he says it depending on who he’s talking to. He says “Salaamu Ālaykum” to Sultan Farhan when he’s talking to him, because the Sultan is Arab, or I guess, “Arad”. He says “Salaam walaikum” or “Adaab [arz hai]” to the Khans because they are of Afghan/Pakistani origin. And when Nawab Ibrahim said “Salaam” to Mustafa, Mustafa replies not with the Arabic pronunciation of “Waālaykum salaam”, but with “Valeykum salaam”, because the Sipah is South Indian.)

[Insaanistan]

Mustafa finally emerges from his room with dark circles under his eyes. “Salaam everyone.” he says. “It’s almost time for Dhuhr. Make wudhu and and grab a prayer mat. I, Bashir, the Sultan or the Sipah can be imam. Non-Muslims, you can uh... you can just watch or go about your day. But please don’t stand in front of us.” He walks to the bathroom and runs the water and begins making wudhu.

[Mosarat]

Mustafa finally emerges from his room with dark circles under his eyes. “Salaam everyone.” he says. “It’s almost time for Dhuhr. Make wudhu and and grab a prayer mat. I, Bashir, the Sultan or the Sipah can be imam. Non-Muslims, you can uh... you can just watch or go about your day. But please don’t stand in front of us.” He walks to the bathroom and runs the water and begins making wudhu.

Something must be wrong the Sultan thought. Could he have listened to the tape? Or did something else happen. Either way something is wrong. He along with his wife went to grab prayer mats for Dhuhr. The Sultan also recognized some of the flaming revolutionaries. He knew something was going to happen. Whether anyone believed him or not he had to do something and soon.