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

[Arshanid Deccan]

The Sipah Salar politely greets Mustafa and the Sultan of Mosarat with a courteous "Salam". He notices Mustafa's weary look, "I have made wudhu already if everyone is ready, I won't mind leading the prayer as I notice you have had a rough night", he says with a smile, "Whoever wishes to perform their initial Sunnah Rakat please do it now. Once everyone is ready I will be Imam if you allow of course Mr. President and blessed Sultan"

[Insaanistan]

Soraya sees Bashir leaving to go somewhere. “Where’re you going?” she asks.
Bashir spins around in surprise. “Uh, nowhere. Just to uh, buy...some...groceries!”
Soraya raised an eyebrow. “Groceries?”
“Yup” said Bashir, suddenly feeling as if someone had turned the temperature in the room up 30 degrees.
“Uh huh...” says Soraya. “And why can’t one of the servants do it?”
“Because uh... because I uh... want to go outside.”
At that moment, Mustafa walks in. “Hey guys.” he said. “Tomorrow, I’m giving you all 170 dinars (about 200 dollars) to spend however you like at the store or market or bazaar or whatever.” He then left the room in his way back to his room. “Hmph,” Soraya says. “Looks like you’ll get to go outside tomorrow.”
“Well, I uh, can’t wait that long.” Bashir says. “Also I need to practice my driving.”
“Mhm... well, I’m making sure Prem goes with you.” says Soraya.
“NOOOO! HE’LL RUIN EVERYTHING! I mean, of course, my love. I’ll go with PREM.” Bashir replies.
“Good. Prem! Come here.” Soraya says. Prem rushes over. “Yes, Soraya sahib?” he asks.
“Go with Bashir. So he can” at this moment she made air quotes “‘buy groceries’ with you.”
“Uh...” says Prem. “Yes, memsahib.”
Bashir walks towards the car they will take. As Prem starts to follow, Soraya grabs his arm and whispers, “DON’T take your eyes off of him. I want to know what he’s really doing.”
“Yes, Soraya sahib.” Prem says, rushing to catch up to Bashir.

[Insaanistan]

The Sipah Salar politely greets Mustafa and the Sultan of Mosarat with a courteous "Salam". He notices Mustafa's weary look, "I have made wudhu already if everyone is ready, I won't mind leading the prayer as I notice you have had a rough night", he says with a smile, "Whoever wishes to perform their initial Sunnah Rakat please do it now. Once everyone is ready I will be Imam if you allow of course Mr. President and blessed Sultan"

“Thank you, brother. Let’s line up. Farhan, aqima salat (call the iqama). Everyone, straighten the rows, and pray as if it is your last prayer.”
It very well could be. the Sultan thinks to himself.

[Insaanistan]

“He’s actually buying groceries, Soraya sahib.” says Prem.
“What?” says Soraya. “Ugh. He’s trying to confuse me. Don’t loose him.”
“Haan, Soraya sahib.”
How am I gonna get rid of Prem. Bashir thought. Soraya had chosen Prem in purpose, and Bashir knew. Prem would do everything possible to follow Bashir everywhere. Bashir needed to lose him for his plan to work. What would make Prem stop? he wondered. Suddenly, he saw a nearby section of the store and got an idea. He went straight into that section. Prem started to follow, but then stopped short realizing where he was about to enter. Rama! he thought. He really doesn’t want me following him! He circled round to find Bashir, but by the time he go there, Bashir was gone.

[Insaanistan]

“He lost me, memsahib.” Prem says.
“What?” cries Soraya. “How?” she asks.
“Well, for starters,” says Prem. “He went to the butcher area”
“Ooooooohhh,” she said, realizing that as a devout Hindu, Prem would never have gone in there. “Bashir must really not want me to know what he’s doing. Try to find him, Prem. Please. I need to know what’s going on.”
“Ji, memsahib.” He said, hanging up.
Why doesn’t he want me to know what he’s doing? Soraya thought What is Bashir hiding?

[Zarnicovia nova]

*zarnicov the is talking to Mustafa*
zarnicov the VI: "more of the zarnicovian royal family will be coming, is that ok?"

[Insaanistan]

*zarnicov the is talking to Mustafa*
zarnicov the VI: "more of the zarnicovian royal family will be coming, is that ok?"

“What?” says Mustafa. “Oh, yeah. That’s cool.”

[Zarnicovia nova]

*zarnicov the is talking to Mustafa*
zarnicov the VI: "more of the zarnicovian royal family will be coming, is that ok?"

“What?” says Mustafa. “Oh, yeah. That’s cool.”

"I will fill out the forum for them"

[Insaanistan]

“What?” says Mustafa. “Oh, yeah. That’s cool.”

"I will fill out the forum for them"

“Cool. Cool.” Mustafa walks into the kitchen to get some coffee.

[Insaanistan]

What am I gonna do? wonders Soraya.
She notices Mustafa enter the kitchen to get some coffee. “Mustafa!” she calls. “I need someone to talk to.”
Mustafa yawns and puts his cup in the coffeemaker. “Sure,” he says, “Spit it.”
“Well,” Soraya says, “Bashir left, and when I asked why, he acted weird and claimed he was buying groceries. I made Prem go with him, and then he ditched Prem at the store. I’m worried. I think he’s hiding something. Something big. What should I do?” she waited a moment for Mustafa to answer, but noticed his breathing was much heavier than when he walked in. She looked over and found him asleep, standing up against the counter next to the coffeemaker. “Oookay.” Soraya said. “He seriously needs some rest.”
Nura walked in with a funny look on her face. “What’s up with you?” Soraya asks.
“Uh... nothing?” says Nura.
“Is it teenage girl stuff?” Soraya suggests. “Come on, you can tell m-”
“EW, NO!” says Nura.
“Well, what is it?” asks Soraya.
“I... I can’t tell you!” Nura says, running off.
That’s odd... Soraya says in her head. Wait, could Bashir have told her what he’s doing and not me? How can he trust a 16 year-old instead of his future wife? What is happening?

[Langenia]

The Langenian presidential Airbus A380 took off from Aragon Alejandro Furia International Airport. Inside the cargo bay were several luxury cars, one each for Nicolas Furia and Ricardo Furia, and the rest as gifts to President Mustafa of Insaanistan and his cousin. There were also three SUVs for the Furia's bodyguards. Nicolas relaxed in his seat on the journey. A vacation had seemed nice for a change, after dealing with the affairs of state and a two-hour long press conference. On arrival in Muslimbol, the Langenian presidential convoy unloaded, drove into the city, and headed to the Insaani presidential palace. Upon arrival, Nicolas requested to meet with President Mustafa and his cousin...

[Zarnicovia nova]

The other zarnicovian royal family arrive. with heavy protection they move to the hotel and eat dinner.

[Insaanistan]

The Langenian presidential Airbus A380 took off from Aragon Alejandro Furia International Airport. Inside the cargo bay were several luxury cars, one each for Nicolas Furia and Ricardo Furia, and the rest as gifts to President Mustafa of Insaanistan and his cousin. There were also three SUVs for the Furia's bodyguards. Nicolas relaxed in his seat on the journey. A vacation had seemed nice for a change, after dealing with the affairs of state and a two-hour long press conference. On arrival in Muslimbol, the Langenian presidential convoy unloaded, drove into the city, and headed to the Insaani presidential palace. Upon arrival, Nicolas requested to meet with President Mustafa and his cousin...

Falzuddin goes out to meet them. “Sorry.” He says. “Mustafa is asleep, and Bashir is out. You’ll have to wait. But come inside, though. I’m sure one of the servant can take your bags.”

[Langenia]

The Langenian presidential Airbus A380 took off from Aragon Alejandro Furia International Airport. Inside the cargo bay were several luxury cars, one each for Nicolas Furia and Ricardo Furia, and the rest as gifts to President Mustafa of Insaanistan and his cousin. There were also three SUVs for the Furia's bodyguards. Nicolas relaxed in his seat on the journey. A vacation had seemed nice for a change, after dealing with the affairs of state and a two-hour long press conference. On arrival in Muslimbol, the Langenian presidential convoy unloaded, drove into the city, and headed to the Insaani presidential palace. Upon arrival, Nicolas requested to meet with President Mustafa and his cousin...

Falzuddin goes out to meet them. “Sorry.” He says. “Mustafa is asleep, and Bashir is out. You’ll have to wait. But come inside, though. I’m sure one of the servant can take your bags.”

"Thank you," answers Nicolas. He yawns. "I am so tired."

[Insaanistan]

Falzuddin goes out to meet them. “Sorry.” He says. “Mustafa is asleep, and Bashir is out. You’ll have to wait. But come inside, though. I’m sure one of the servant can take your bags.”

"Thank you," answers Nicolas. He yawns. "I am so tired."

“There’s a bedroom down that way.” Fazluddin says point to the left.

[Mosarat]

The Sultan was reading an encyclopedia in the palace’s library. One of the topics was on the Iranian Revolution. Before Iran was just like Farsia in fact the Shah looked exactly like the Shah of Farsia. To think all that happened because the British got a little to greedy with the oil. In fact Woodlawn did something exactly like that. Though the Jamesian Republic didn’t do what the United States did. The Sultana walked in. “ How has your day been?” She asked. “Good.”he responded. “ Did you notice something off about Mustafa this afternoon?” The Sultan said. “ He seemed tired but otherwise no.” She said. “ You know why don’t we go out to dinner just the two of us.” He asked. “Okay, that would be nice. Any suggestions?” She said. “I saw this nice little cafe in a newspaper article. It is Muslimbol not far from the palace.” He said. “ You know that would be good. But we have to wear our civilian clothes and disguise our selves.” She said. “ They already know we are here.” The Sultan said. “But if you feel that is best then fine.” They both smiled at each other.

[Insaanistan]

The Sultan and Sultana arrive and Bayt Qahwa Khalid.
“Salaamu Ālaykum.” Khalid said when they entered. “Good to finally see only Arab customers in my café. Please, sit, and order.”

[Mosarat]

“ Thank you sir.” The Sultan replied. The two sat down at their table. “I will just have Water to drink.” He said. “I will have the same.” The Sultana replied. “ We are new to this country we are only staying for a bit but what do you suggest to eat here?”

[Insaanistan]

“ Thank you sir.” The Sultan replied. The two sat down at their table. “I will just have Water to drink.” He said. “I will have the same.” The Sultana replied. “ We are new to this country we are only staying for a bit but what do you suggest to eat here?”

“Foreigners?” questioned Khalid. “I thought you two are Egyptian? (Egypt, again, is part of Insaanistan in this universe). “Anyway, I suggest the couscous and shawarma.”

[Insaanistan]

“Tell me!” says Soraya.
“For the last time: no!” retorts Nura.
“Please!” Soraya pleads.
“... Fine!” Nura says.
“Well?” asks Soraya.
“I cannot tell you what it is, but I WILL say it’s nothing shady and nothing bad. Frankly, heh, it’s the opposite in my opinion.”
“Oh, okay.” says Soraya.
She sees Mustafa walking towards a nearby balcony and walks up to him.
“Hey dude.” she says.
“Hey,” he replies. She tells him of her dilemma with Bashir.
“If you want my advice,” he says, “trust your sister. Just as important, trust Bashir.”
He looks out into the city skyline. “You two have something special, ya know?” Mustafa looks down. “I’m never gonna find that.”
“Come on!” says Soraya. “Don’t be like that. You’ve got plenty of good qualities!”
“Like what?” Mustafa asks. “Workaholism? Self-righteousness?”
“Kindness,” says Soraya. “Dedication, grit, morals, understanding,” she pauses, “and most importantly, compassion.” She looks him in the eyes. “That’s one of things I loved most about you.” They stood on the balcony leaning against the railing staring at each other. Soraya closes her eyes and slowly moved in to kiss him. Mustafa backed away. “Soraya, no.” She opened her eyes. “Oh my God!” she cried. “Did I just try to-“
“Yeah.” Says Mustafa. “You kinda did.”
“I...” she says. “I need to go.” Soraya runs away from the balcony to her room and closes the door.
Mustafa was so tired, his brain didn’t even process what happened. Leaning on the terrace, he slowly began to drift asleep.

[Mosarat]

“ Thank you sir.” The Sultan replied. The two sat down at their table. “I will just have Water to drink.” He said. “I will have the same.” The Sultana replied. “ We are new to this country we are only staying for a bit but what do you suggest to eat here?”

“Foreigners?” questioned Khalid. “I thought you two are Egyptian? (Egypt, again, is part of Insaanistan in this universe). “Anyway, I suggest the couscous and shawarma.”

“ We are from Mosarat.” The Sultana replied. “ We also come from another universe.” The Sultan added. “ We will try that please.” The Sultana replied.

[Insaanistan]

“Foreigners?” questioned Khalid. “I thought you two are Egyptian? (Egypt, again, is part of Insaanistan in this universe). “Anyway, I suggest the couscous and shawarma.”

“ We are from Mosarat.” The Sultana replied. “ We also come from another universe.” The Sultan added. “ We will try that please.” The Sultana replied.

“Another universe?” asks Khalid, raising his eyebrow. “Alright. Two couscous and two shawarma on the way.”

[Arshanid Deccan]

The Sipah Salar decided to go out and tour the city of Muslimbol. He put on some civillian clothes and left his room, as his guards began to follow him he signaled them to stand down and take a break. He walked towards his armoured car and realized that it was obviously going to stand out. Guess i'll walk he thought to himself and he left the vicinity of the hotel.

As he wandered the city he found leftover picket signs and bristol boards with anti-government messages. He recognized them as signs of discontent and protest against Mustafa, among the remaining litter he found a small Insaanistani flag that some protestor had left. Nawab Ibrahim bent down, picked it up and wiped the dirt off of it. He noticed the Shahadah, the Hilaal, and the phrase Allahu Akbar on the flag and immediately kissed the flag and brought it to his forehead, he repeated this two more times then carefully folded the flag and put it in his chest pocket. The Nawab continued with his walk.

[Mosarat]

“ We are from Mosarat.” The Sultana replied. “ We also come from another universe.” The Sultan added. “ We will try that please.” The Sultana replied.

“Another universe?” asks Khalid, raising his eyebrow. “Alright. Two couscous and two shawarma on the way.”

The waiter set the food down. “Thank you.” They both said. “ We said we came from another universe because think of it have you ever heard of Mosarat is Mosarat on any map? We’re not crazy.”

[Insaanistan]

“Another universe?” asks Khalid, raising his eyebrow. “Alright. Two couscous and two shawarma on the way.”

The waiter set the food down. “Thank you.” They both said. “ We said we came from another universe because think of it have you ever heard of Mosarat is Mosarat on any map? We’re not crazy.”

“Okay... *cough* you’re Masri *cough*”
The rest of the extremists file into the café. “Ah, there you are,” says Khalid. “Everyone, meet our Egyptian guests. They’re just in time to hear our ideas.”