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

[Mosarat]

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.”

“Hello” The Sultan waved cheerily. “We would really love to hear your ideas. I always loved learning about other countries and their people.” The Sultana added. The Sultan snuck his tape recorder and began to record,

[Insaanistan]

“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.”

“Hello” The Sultan waved cheerily. “We would really love to hear your ideas. I always loved learning about other countries and their people.” The Sultana added. The Sultan snuck his tape recorder and began to record,

“Let’s begin!” says Salim.
“Firstly,” says Mahmud, “let’s begin with news: my friend in the news office has just informed me something big will broadcast on Insaanistan News Live.”
“Well change the channel then!” says Ābdullah. “Tripoli vs. Muslimbol can wait!”
Khalid grabs the remote and changes the channel.

[Insaanistan]

The newscaster was speaking “Protesters earlier chanted for foreign dignitaries to leave Insaanistan
‘We don’t want them here. This is a land for Insaanis! Pure Insaanis! Not outsiders! They should go back to where they came from! And take Mustafa with you!’ The men clapped Salim on the back, knowing that he was the “Unnamed protestor”.
“President Abu Jamal has not commented on this.”
The mood in the news studio changed.
“It is with a heavy heart we announce that the city of Mogadishu has fallen to Rayane insurgents.” Khalid stopped cleaning the cups and looked up at the TV. “Nearly all the soldiers were killed or captured as POWs.” Now Khalid became wide-eyed.
“The following men successfully escaped and reached Insaani lines:
Muhammad Salim
Ahmad Qamar
Malik Āli”
He must be next. Khalid thought.
“Shiraz Khan
Mobeen Khan
Yahya Siddiqui
Ali Shah
Hussein Yousefzadeh
Muhammad Alizai”

Khalid’s eyes began to water. He dropped the cup in the sink and went into the back room.
“What was that all about?” asks the Sultan.
“His son, Khalil.” says Mahmud. “His son wasn’t on the list of those who escaped.”

[Insaanistan]

After hours of calculated thought, Soraya finally figured out her feelings. As emotionally confused as she had been on the balcony, she was calm and collected now.
She was sure.
She did NOT love Mustafa. At least not in the way one loves a husband. She loved him like she loved her brother, Fazluddin, and her sister, Nura.
However, she knew who she DID love.
Bashir.
She loved Bashir.
Soraya emerged from her room and looked for Mustafa but couldn’t find him.
At that moment, Bashir arrived with the groceries.
“Who asks for dates covered in sugar?” He wonders aloud.
“Davud.” says Soraya.
“Just when I thought I couldn’t hate him more.”
Bashir put the groceries down. When he turned around, Soraya did something unprecedented. She kissed Bashir on the lips.
That had NEVER happened before. Sure, they had kissed each other on the cheek, but they were Muslim. Everyone did that to everyone. Now, Bashir was more sure than ever that his surprise would be ready at the perfect time.

[Mosarat]

The newscaster was speaking “Protesters earlier chanted for foreign dignitaries to leave Insaanistan
‘We don’t want them here. This is a land for Insaanis! Pure Insaanis! Not outsiders! They should go back to where they came from! And take Mustafa with you!’ The men clapped Salim on the back, knowing that he was the “Unnamed protestor”.
“President Abu Jamal has not commented on this.”
The mood in the news studio changed.
“It is with a heavy heart we announce that the city of Mogadishu has fallen to Rayane insurgents.” Khalid stopped cleaning the cups and looked up at the TV. “Nearly all the soldiers were killed or captured as POWs.” Now Khalid became wide-eyed.
“The following men successfully escaped and reached Insaani lines:
Muhammad Salim
Ahmad Qamar
Malik Āli”
He must be next. Khalid thought.
“Shiraz Khan
Mobeen Khan
Yahya Siddiqui
Ali Shah
Hussein Yousefzadeh
Muhammad Alizai”

Khalid’s eyes began to water. He dropped the cup in the sink and went into the back room.
“What was that all about?” asks the Sultan.
“His son, Khalil.” says Mahmud. “His son wasn’t on the list of those who escaped.”

“My condolences Khalid.” The Sultan said. That must of been what was wrong with Mustafa. He must of heard of what happened in Somalia. He thought. He was still recording the conversation at the cafe. He knew know that these people were the ones who were going to revolt. In fact Khalid was one of the revolutionaries that were on fire.

[Insaanistan]

As he sleeps, Mustafa’s brain, in an attempt to register what had happened last night, makes him begin to dream. A dream of something that happened before:
“Happy Birthday!” they all said when Soraya and Aisha walked in. Her jaw had dropped to the floor as she saw most of her class and many of her cousins and uncles and aunts jump out of nowhere.
“Oh my God!” she had said. “Did you guys plan all of this for me?”
“Yeah,” her brother, Fazluddin had said. “It was Mustafa’s idea, though.”
Soraya had rushed over to hug him. “I can’t take all the credit,” he had admitted. “Fazluddin, Shauzia, Bash, Hasan, Aisha, even your little cousin Fatima helped.”
“That’s why she was asking all those questions!” cried Soraya. “It all makes so much sense!” She had looked around the room. “Thank you. All of you.”
The party had been awesome. Mustafa may have seldom been to a birthday party, but he sure could throw one. Of course, being Soraya’s best friend came with the effect of knowing what she liked.
Later in the party, Soraya found Mustafa looking out into the balcony. She had come up to him. “Salaam. Aren’t you enjoying the party?” she had asked.
“Eh,” he had said. “Parties aren’t really my scene. I’m more comfortable on my own generally,”
Soraya raised her eyebrows. “Oh?” she had said. “I didn’t know that. How come you never ask me or Karim or Fazluddin to leave you alone?”
“Karim and Fazluddin I’ve said to go away once each,” Mustafa had said. “You are never annoying enough to make me ask you to leave me alone.”
Soraya had given a confused smile, “Uh... thank you?”
“Sorry,” Mustafa said. “I’m not good with words unless it’s poetry.”
“Or arguing,” Soraya had interjected. “Or explaining stuff.”
They stood on the balcony looking into the city in silence.
“Thanks again for the party,” she finally said. “It means a lot.”
“It’s no biggie,” he had said. “You deserve it.”
Another couple moments in silence.
“What did you get me?”
“Go in and see,” Mustafa had said.
She told everyone she would be opening presents now. A new watch from her dad. A handmade bracelet from Jalalabad from Aisha. A dress from Mazar-e-Sharif from her mom. Suddenly, abruptly stopped and picked up one present Mustafa recognized as his. She took the note on it off and opened it and her eyes widened.
It was a brand new soccer ball with a new cricket bat and ball. She held the bat in her hands and felt it.
Mustafa saw her smile at his note:
“So sports can be even more fun for you.
Happy birthday, Soraya.
-From your best friend
...
Just to be sure, I am your best friend, right?
-Mustafa”
She had smiled and put the bat back. “Thank you for your gifts everyone.” he had heard her say it, but by then he was back on the balcony. A couple minutes later she had joined him. “How did you know?” she finally asked.
“Approximately five months and...” he thought for a moment, “maybe two weeks ago, you complained your cricket equipment and soccer ball were old and hard to use. So, I got you new stuff. I would have gotten wickets too, but,”
“I know.” she had said “Too expensive.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be!” she had said. “The fact you even tried to buy me anything means so much.”
They stood in silence for half a minute.
“You know,” she said. “You got me a gift, it’s only right I give you one. It the least I can do for my best friend.” she had said.
Mustafa had been confused. Do people give EACH OTHER gifts at birthday parties? While he pondered it, Soraya leaned in and kissed him, on the lips, for three seconds. That had been 15 years and 9 months old Mustafa’s only kiss, and even now, it was. And those three seconds had been magical. They had told no one about their kiss, but they had come in grinning at each other. But when Mustafa went home that night, he found himself in a moral dilemma. Soraya was his best friend. She was smart, opinionated, definitely pretty, and very religious. But, he knew Bashir wanted her. And he had long thought of Soraya as his best friend and Bashir’s future wife. The more he thought about it, the more he realized Bashir and Soraya were perfect for each other. Opposites attract as they say. A few days later, he has told Soraya, “I don’t think we can date,” he said, glancing at Bashir, who still had no clue what had happened between them. “Why?” she had asked. “You don’t like me?” “No! That’s not it! I do! But...”
“Let me guess,” she had said, “‘It’s not you, it’s me’?”
“No! It’s not me, it’s definitely not you... it’s...” he looked over at Bashir again. “Bash! Come here!” Bashir came over. “What is it?”
“I...uh... think my cousin and my girlfr- I mean best friend, should know more about each other.”
“I’m not your best friend?” Bashir asked.
“Okay, bye!” Mustafa had said.
A couple days later, he found the note he had put on Soraya’s present on his desk. Only now, on the back, it said, “Yes. Yes you are. You always have been, and always will be.”

The memory/dream ended, and blackness ensued, but in the blackness, for some reason, he had heard the sounds of fire crackling and guns shooting.

[Insaanistan]

Soraya was dreaming that morning. The same dream Mustafa had had, but from her perspective.
“Happy birthday!” they had said as she had just come from a shopping spree with Aisha. She had thanked Mustafa for the party. It was great having him as her best friend, and the fact that he was cute and yet they weren’t together made so many of her friends jealous, which was the icing on the cake. And speaking of cake, Mustafa had picked her favorite flavor. The party was perfect, and she felt really bad when she realized Mustafa had drifted away a while ago and she hadn’t noticed.
“Salaam, aren’t you enjoying the party?” she had asked.
“Eh,” Mustafa had replied. “Parties aren’t really my scene. I’m more comfortable on my own generally.”
“Oh?” she had said, though she realized at that moment it was true. While they were friends, she had noticed Mustafa often stared into space deep in thought, even when others were around, and often drifted to the edges of social events.
After a brief conversation ensued, she asked him what he had gotten her. “Go in and see,” he had said. She went in to the room, “I’ll be opening my presents now!” A brand new watch from Baba. A dress from Mazar from Madar. A bracelet from Jalalabad from Aisha. Then one caught her eye. Something about it was different. She opened and her eyes widened. A brand new soccer ball, cricket bat and ball. Who could possibly have known... Mustafa?! She read the note he had written, and it brought a smile to her face.
“So sports can be even more fun for you.
Happy birthday, Soraya.
-Your best friend
...
Just to be clear, I AM your best friend, right?
-Mustafa”
Yes, she had thought to herself, Yes, Mustafa, yes you are. But when she looked up, he was gone.
She went back to where he was on the balcony.
“How did you know?” she had asked.
“Approximately 5 months and... maybe two weeks ago, you complained your cricket equipment and soccer ball were old and hard to use. So, I got you new stuff. I would have gotten wickets, too, but...”
“I know. Too expensive.” She DID know. Unlike her, Mustafa was at MOST middle class, not rich like Soraya.
“Sorry,” he had said.
“Don’t be! The fact you even tried to by me anything means so much.”
At that moment, Soraya liked him more than ever. He was socially awkward, quirky, and sometimes hard to get along with, but a good speaker when he felt passionately about something, kind, caring, and pretty good looking.
She decided to do something right then and there.
“You know,” she had said. “You got me a gift. It’s only right that I give you one. It’s the least I can do for my best friend.”
Mustafa gave her a look like What? What are you talking about, crazy girl?
Maybe I am crazy she had thought. After all, Mustafa had never indicated they were anything but good friends. Still, she leaned him and kissed him. And to her surprise, he didn’t pull away in confusion and disgust. A couple days later, he told her they couldn’t date.
“Why?” she asked, her heart sinking. “You don’t like me?”
“No! It’s not that! I do, but...”
“Let me guess: ‘It’s not you, it’s me’”
“No! It’s not me, it’s definitely not you...”
She could tell he was telling the truth. But why else would he break up with her? And why was he looking at Bashir so often? Then, he called Bashir over.
“I, uh... think my cousin and my girlfr-I mean best friend, should know more about each other.”
“I’m not your best friend?” Bashir had asked.
“Okay, bye!” Mustafa had said.
Wait, she thought, did Mustafa Abu Jamal just almost call me his “girlfriend”?
“That was weird...” Bashir said. “It’s like Malik in ‘Chaal, chaal, Ali!’”
“You like ‘Chaal’? I love ‘Chaal’!”
They found out they had a lot in common. Later, Soraya realized what he had done: Mustafa had sacrificed his own feelings for Soraya and Bashir’s happiness. She later found the note he had stuck on her present. She wrote on the back, “Yes. Yes you are. You always have been, and always will be.”
And he was.

Her dream ended, and she saw darkness, heard chants in Arabic, and saw Mustafa on fire saying “Ra, ra!”





Bashir also was dreaming. He dreamed of Mustafa’s shirt on fire and shouts of “Allahu Akbar” and “Mawt li Mustafa”
Death to Mustafa. Mustafa was screaming “Rah! Ya rah! Ah rah.” The palace partially destroyed. Then Mustafa was gone, and the dream became dark.

[Mosarat]

The Sultan and his wife left the Cafe. He had infiltrated their meeting once again. He now knew he was right. He wasn’t crazy. These people were going to overthrow the government. He had hoped Mustafa had listened to the tape by now. Hopefully The Sultan’s plan was going to work. He had all the evidence he needed.

[Insaanistan]

Bashir woke up from his dream. Soraya had woken up half an hour before. He was frantically running around the house looking for Sultan Farhan. “Where are you?! If you’re hiding from me, I’m sorry I laughed at you!” Soraya heard him and came over. “Bashir? What’s wrong?”
“I had a dream Mustafa was on fire and he was saying “Rah! Rah! Rah!” and the palace was destroyed and people were chanting ‘Allahu Akbar’.”
Soraya’s eyes widened. “You too?” she asked.
“You had that dream?” Bashir asked.
“Yeah,” Soraya said. “Right after... never mind. Anyway, why are you looking for the Sultan?”
“Umm...” says Bashir, “He MIGHT have sort of hinted that he had a dream like that...”
“AND YOU SAID NOTHING?!” she yelled. “MY BEST FRIEND MIGHT BE IN DANGER!”
“I’m not your best friend?” asks Bashir.
Soraya glared at him.
“Okay, okay. We’ll look for the Sultan!”
They frantically go around the Palace looking for Farhan.

[Arshanid Deccan]

Sipah Salar Ibrahim returned to his room close to 7 am. He prayed Fajr at a local Mosque and met with the locals. When he came back, he was happy to see his guards already up and on duty. He looked at them and smiled, "Your simple act of waking early and being ready for duty on time has made me happy. It is this integrity that holds our nation together", he said, "Assalamalaikum"

"Valeykum Salam!", the Guards replied with fervor

The Sipah Salar then hugged each one of his guards as a token of appreciation. After sometime the Sipah Salar got ready and put on his formal Military Attire, he reached into the pocket of what he was previously wearing and took out the Flag. He then made way to the Presidential Palace and upon entering he asked a nearby attendant to inform Mustafa that the Sipah Salar would like to meet him.


Sipah Salar Nawab Sahib Ibrahim Siddiqui Bahadur

[Insaanistan]

Bashir and Soraya leave the palace to look for the Sultan

---

Mustafa wakes up, but his eyes are still closed. Trying to fall back asleep, he tries to shift in his bed. He realizes he can’t feel his bed. That’s weird he thinks. Trying to feel his bed, he hits something metal.
“Ow!” he wakes up. The he realizes he is NOT in his bed.
He’s on the balcony.
Or rather, Hanging from it.
Hanging from by his shoe laces and his belt.
With the ground many stories below him.
“AAAAHHHHHHHHHH!” he yells, “HEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLP!”

[Insaanistan]

Sipah Salar Ibrahim returned to his room close to 7 am. He prayed Fajr at a local Mosque and met with the locals. When he came back, he was happy to see his guards already up and on duty. He looked at them and smiled, "Your simple act of waking early and being ready for duty on time has made me happy. It is this integrity that holds our nation together", he said, "Assalamalaikum"

"Valeykum Salam!", the Guards replied with fervor

The Sipah Salar then hugged each one of his guards as a token of appreciation. After sometime the Sipah Salar got ready and put on his formal Military Attire, he reached into the pocket of what he was previously wearing and took out the Flag. He then made way to the Presidential Palace and upon entering he asked a nearby attendant to inform Mustafa that the Sipah Salar would like to meet him.

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Sipah Salar Nawab Sahib Ibrahim Siddiqui Bahadur

“Right away sir.”
The servant goes to Mustafa’s room and fins it empty. He doesn’t see him in the kitchen or in the TV room. Where was the president?

[Insaanistan]

“Fahran! Where are you?” Soraya and Bashir go around Muslimbol calling, as they describe him to random people in vain.

[Mosarat]

Bashir woke up from his dream. Soraya had woken up half an hour before. He was frantically running around the house looking for Sultan Farhan. “Where are you?! If you’re hiding from me, I’m sorry I laughed at you!” Soraya heard him and came over. “Bashir? What’s wrong?”
“I had a dream Mustafa was on fire and he was saying “Rah! Rah! Rah!” and the palace was destroyed and people were chanting ‘Allahu Akbar’.”
Soraya’s eyes widened. “You too?” she asked.
“You had that dream?” Bashir asked.
“Yeah,” Soraya said. “Right after... never mind. Anyway, why are you looking for the Sultan?”
“Umm...” says Bashir, “He MIGHT have sort of hinted that he had a dream like that...”
“AND YOU SAID NOTHING?!” she yelled. “MY BEST FRIEND MIGHT BE IN DANGER!”
“I’m not your best friend?” asks Bashir.
Soraya glared at him.
“Okay, okay. We’ll look for the Sultan!”
They frantically go around the Palace looking for Farhan.

The Sultan and Sultana walked back into the palace. The Sultan heard the cries of Bashir and Soraya. “ I need to go find them.” The Sultan said “ I think I know what they are calling for.” He added. He went upstairs to find the two. He had a smile on his face they finally knew. But when he passed by Mustafa’s room he saw him hanging over the balcony. “ Oh my god!” He cried he ran to help Mustafa off the balcony.

[Insaanistan]

Bashir woke up from his dream. Soraya had woken up half an hour before. He was frantically running around the house looking for Sultan Farhan. “Where are you?! If you’re hiding from me, I’m sorry I laughed at you!” Soraya heard him and came over. “Bashir? What’s wrong?”
“I had a dream Mustafa was on fire and he was saying “Rah! Rah! Rah!” and the palace was destroyed and people were chanting ‘Allahu Akbar’.”
Soraya’s eyes widened. “You too?” she asked.
“You had that dream?” Bashir asked.
“Yeah,” Soraya said. “Right after... never mind. Anyway, why are you looking for the Sultan?”
“Umm...” says Bashir, “He MIGHT have sort of hinted that he had a dream like that...”
“AND YOU SAID NOTHING?!” she yelled. “MY BEST FRIEND MIGHT BE IN DANGER!”
“I’m not your best friend?” asks Bashir.
Soraya glared at him.
“Okay, okay. We’ll look for the Sultan!”
They frantically go around the Palace looking for Farhan.

The Sultan and Sultana walked back into the palace. The Sultan heard the cries of Bashir and Soraya. “ I need to go find them.” The Sultan said “ I think I know what they are calling for.” He added. He went upstairs to find the two. He had a smile on his face they finally knew. But when he passed by Mustafa’s room he saw him hanging over the balcony. “ Oh my god!” He cried he ran to help Mustafa off the balcony.

“I DON’T WANNA DIE!” Mustafa yells as the Sultan tries to think of a way to save him.

[Mosarat]

The Sultan and Sultana walked back into the palace. The Sultan heard the cries of Bashir and Soraya. “ I need to go find them.” The Sultan said “ I think I know what they are calling for.” He added. He went upstairs to find the two. He had a smile on his face they finally knew. But when he passed by Mustafa’s room he saw him hanging over the balcony. “ Oh my god!” He cried he ran to help Mustafa off the balcony.

“I DON’T WANNA DIE!” Mustafa yells as the Sultan tries to think of a way to save him.

The Sultan detached a curtain and decided to use as a rope to pull him off.” Grab it while you can.

[Insaanistan]

“I DON’T WANNA DIE!” Mustafa yells as the Sultan tries to think of a way to save him.

The Sultan detached a curtain and decided to use as a rope to pull him off.” Grab it while you can.

Mustafa frantically climbs the curtain to safety.

[Langenia]

Nicolas Furia woke up from his sleep. Ah, that was so refreshing. He'd had a dream, but he didn't remember what it was about. Oh, well. He got up, washed his face, and dressed in his military uniform. He left his room and walked into the hallway. Along the way, he stopped to ask a palace guard inform President Mustafa that he would like to meet him.

[Mosarat]

The Sultan helped Mustafa up. “Are you alright Mustafa?”

[Insaanistan]

The Sultan helped Mustafa up. “Are you alright Mustafa?”

“No,” he said, “But I’ll survive. What happened before I nearly died?”

[Arshanid Deccan]

"I'm afraid the President is not in the building right now", says the servent after checking his room, "I will make sure to inform him that you were here once he returns"

"Very well", says the Sipah Salar, "I will come back la-"

The Sipah Salar was interrupted as he heard someone scream "I DONT WANNA DIE", He immediatley ran out and looked up only to see the Mustafa hanging from his balcony. Initially he was confused as it took him a second to register the situation. He immediatley went back inside and ordered the attendents to go and help the President. Sipah Salar Ibrahim ran towards the President's room followed by some servents and barged in to find the Sultan of Mosarat and the Mustafa standing all exhausted.

"How did you get yourself into this situation Mr. President?", Ibrahim inquired while breathing deeply, "I saw you hanging and made my way here as fast as my 71 year old legs can get take me".

[Mosarat]

“ Yes how did it happen?” The Sultan asked

[Insaanistan]

“I fell asleep on the balcony and must have slipped!”

[Arshanid Deccan]

"Im surprised none of your guards or attendants noticed you hanging from the balcony"

[Mosarat]

“ That is surprising, how did no see or hear you except me and the other Sultan.”