Fineae sat on the floor of the murderer cell and stared at the opposite wall. She didn't ate or drink anything.

It was night. A small little grated window showed it to Fineae. She was awake and a little bit afraid of falling asleep. She was thinking about bisha and his surreal plans. And she was wishing to see her husband again. As she was shure, that noone of the gards would disdurb her, she took a little piece of Paper and a lipstick. She wrote a letter to her friend Mano Dayak. He was a Vizier. Maybe he was able to talk to bisha and stop this strange war.

She was no monster like bisha titelt her. She was interested in stopping this war, but not to his conditions. No woman has to be told whom she had to marry. Not her, not another.

Suddenly Fineae heard a noise. Someone stood in front of her window. Fineae looked out of the window and saw Ellah. "Be quiet!", she fizzled. Ellah nodded. "Take this letter and bring it to Mano Dayak", Fineae adviced. Ellah nodded again. "Are you ok?", she asked. Fineae smiled : "Everything allright", she calmed her friend. "But i hope it will be better after Mano got the letter. And now go und hurry! And don't let them get you", she warned.

Ellah nodded and ran away. She had lived long enough as a beggar. She knew every rat run and secred path. Noone would be able to find her.

The way took her 3 days, than she arrived at Mano Dayak whom she directly gave the letter.

Months later...

Long time ago she had been young and beautiful. Now she was thin, dirty, her clothes where tattered and her face seemed to be from an old woman. Her chapped lipps trembled while she was mumbling monotone without making a noice. Her upper part of the body luffed back and forth. Her eyes were red and with misty-eyes she stared hysterical at everyone that wanted to come near her.

Around her laid troops of little pebbles and sand she had found in the prison cell. Some of them seem to be mandalas and mosaics. Next to Fineae laid another stone which was a little bit bigger. With this stone she had scratched pictures into the walls around her and a tally sheet to check how long she had been in this cell. It told her, that she had been here for 20 sennights.

In all this months had had nobody to talk to. The guardsman had only pushed the food threw a little vent in the cell door. The days were hot and long and the nights had been cold and longer day by day.

She had got no information about the other warriors of her tribe and Ellah didn't came back anymore. Had Mano Dayak got her letter? Were there any negotiations to get peace? She didn't know anything. Was her husband alive? She missed him.

More and more she was affraid. Suddenly she heard a noice. Somebody came to her door. She laid down in front of the door like she were dead. Hidden in her hand she held the big stone from the pictures on the walls. It was a miserable weapon but the only thing she could found.

Now she waited what was going on. Would the person come in? Would she be able to crush the person down and to flee?

The time stand still while she was waiting...

Fineae laid on the ground and didn't move.

One of the gards brought food. He looked threw the door and saw her lying on the floor so he entered the room. He seemed to be unsure what to do. He stept back and forth while he was thinking about how he should react.

Finally he decided to come to Fineae. He held down his head to look if she was ok. His face was quite near as he noted her finger clasping around the stone. Appalled he tried to step back but Fineae was faster. She crashed the stone at his temporal bone.

The gardsman broke down and was dazed. Fineae tried to free herself from the heavy man and surched for his weapon. He had a wooden spear. Fineae had never fought with a spear, but it was better than nothing. Shyly she went to the door of the cell. The gardsman had called no reinforcement. Fineae watched out of the door, stood stil and listened. Nobody seemed to be near her cell.

She got out of the cell and looked around. Where should she go to? She tried to remember how she got to this cell and tried to find her way out.

She found stairs to the first floor and tiptoed upstairs. She was near the front door. But there were to many gards. She opened carefully one of the doors next to her and hoped it would be empty. It was empty and full of clothes. She found a surcoat of the Sicilian army. She pulled it over and left the room with the new clothes and her spear.

She breathed deeply and left the front door as if she would be one of the gardsman. She forced herself to move slowly 'till she was wide enough away from the prison, pulled off the hated surcoat and left the town. Then she began zu ran. She believed that if anybody of the townsman had seen her, they wouldn't have called the silicians. The shire had been a Tuaregshire. They would be glad if the would get back to her nation. So they would shurely help her to flee if it would be necessary. Nobody held her back, no gards asked for her. They had not found the dazed gard in the murderer cell till now.

She ran for a long time. As she was tired she forced herself to go on walking as long as she could. In the evening she found an oasis where she stopped. She drank some water, took a bath and hidded herself between a few bushes for the night.

In the morning she would try to find the army of her tribe. She hoped, that she had not been the only one who had been able to flee. She would fight to get every warrior free. Bisha must not win everything for shure.

For the first time after some months she smiled. She loved the scent of freedom she could smell at this moment. She breathed out deep and thanked Allah for her Freedom. Than she laid down, closed her eyes and slept as if she was one with the world for the first time.

Many weeks was marmud already in captivity.
He worried very much about his beloved woman.
No guard spoke with him. Thus he did not know whether she still lived.
One day he heard outdoors big excitement. A guard attacked in his cell and looked wildly around.
„Here she is not“, he shouted outward.
Before the Türe were concluded again, heard marmud one more speaking.
„Then continues to search, it can not be far these Fineae.“
Now knew marmud, she had managed the escape.
However, eases also to full worry he prayed that it would not be trapped again
and he can see again them healthy.

After Fineaes escape from the prison of the Sicily she had gone to Suf – her shire.

It had been attacked by Silcily too but it had been defended. Fineae helped her people to rebuilt everything that had been distroyed and taught the men and women - who were able to hold a dirk - to fight. She knew that Sicily would attack the shire again. It was no honor for them that they had lost against simple herdsmen and a really few militia. So they would have to reattack to get back their reputation.

Fineae wanted to be as good prepared as possible.
She bought a new sable and trained with it, but she didn't forget her dirk. She would wear it in the case of the fight. Not to fight with her dirk, but to kill herself in case of faillure. She would fight for her shire as long as possible, but she would never give up or get in prison again. If Suf would fall in the hands of Sicily it would be the end for all of them. If it falls, everything would come to an end and the barbarians would have won.

One evening she sat in the tavern as a young man entered the room. "The Sicily! They are back! And... and .. they are not alone!!!", he shouted. Fineae stood up and went to the young man. "What do you mean with 'they are not alone?' ", she asked. The young man panted for air. "Serbians... they are here too", he gasped.

Fineae turned around and started to laugh. Everyone looked at her and didn't know what's going on but than Fineae turned back to them.
"Look at his cowards! They have cied for help to attack a simple shire of poor herdsmen and  chafferer. Even if they will win, everyone would laugh about them. There is no honor in killing civilians." The other men stared at her. "But we will die! There are so many warriers! We can't win against them", yelled an old man at the corner and others nodded. Fineae looked at them and nodded to. "Maybe we will loose. But at the end we will end up at Allah. Allah is against them. Allah never wanted to kill nations of the poor. Allah loves the one's that live up to his's name not the one's that live for their own honor - not the one's that destroy shires and fiefdoms for their own joy and glory. Allah will guide our swords and dirks. Maybe to defend the aggressors or maybe on our way to a life next to him. So i end up in: Do your best to defend your children, you wifes or husbands, your neighbours and friends but trust in Allah he knows how this will end."

For a moment everyone was silent but than a young woman startet to cry. "What if they win? What if they catch us? I will never life with them i will die in prison!", she cried in agony. "Neighter will i!", shouted a man next to her. Fineae nodded. She fought about her dirk. It was an unpardonable sin to kill herself but she would prefer to die than to to abandon herself to bisha, his nation and the strange serbian warriers that have came to Suf without a sense.

Deep in her heart Fineae knew that her suicide would never been excused by Allah but a live in prison was something she feared more. At the prison at Kabir she had nearly gone crazy. Never ever back to prison. But she wouldn't tell that the people of Suf. So she answered. "Fight as long as you can. But decide for yourself if it is more honor to die for Allah and for your family or friends or if it is better to die in a dark, stinky prison. Decide for yourself!" The people yelled out her answer. "Never die in prison, die on the battlefield!" There was no other option. Fineae closed her eyes. It was the last day for her and for her family and friends. She knew that all the people around her would have no chance. But there was no place to flee or to go to. Sicily would follow them and would kill them like they did everywhere else.
It was just a matter of time. But fleeing was useless. It would just elongate the pain and the fear.

"Take your dirks, take your swords or even your forks if you have nothing better. Let's show them that we do not fear them! Show them that we care for our familie, our friends and our land. Show them how strong we are. They are warriers – commanded by a king – we are stronger. We are commanded by our hearts and our love. No one can kill our love, noone can take us our trust and noone can take us our faith in Allah!" Fineae rose her sable and the militia followed her. She went out of the tavern, the militia and the archers followed her. Behind the inhabitants of Suf. Fineae ordered the men into positions and looked at the arriving Silicials and Serbians.

She closed her eyes and sent a pray for help to Allah. She was not as strong as she did, but she would not ran away. She would stay here and defend Suf together with all the ones she loved until everything will end.

She rose her sable and showed it to Allah than she shouted: "For Suf, for your family and friends, for our freedom and for Allah!" The small crowd rose their weapons and answered as loud as a big army: "Allahu akbar!"

The fight began and it was a hard fight. Fineae knew for shure that there was no tomorrow for her. Maybe that was the reason why she fought without concentration just with her anger. She didn't make any harm to the offenders but got one scar after the other. At last a sicilian warrier broke her on her knees.

Fineae cried out in anger as she saw that a lot of offenders came to catch her. She took her sable down and looked at the warriers. „Never! Never!“, she gasps. „Never will i allow you to imprison me again! Never will i live like a rat in a cage! Never will i be broken down by you and your king!“ She looked around. The last fighting militia broke down one after the other.

She sat their, her knees at the ground, one hand closed around her sable, the other one embraced the dirk. Her eyes surched for bisha. The king of the Silicia was still alive. He fought and he didn't seem to be hit either. Fineae cursed him but there was nothing she could do.

One of the warriers wanted to come near her but she threw her dirk at him. Than she took her sable, poited it to the ground and drove her chest against it. There was pain. Bood ran down the sable and formes red seas on the ground. Fineae gasped for air. At first it was hot, she saw the warriers that have stood araound her yelling and some ran to her, but they could not do anything. She slipped to the side and starred at the sky. Slowly it was getting cold and colder. She had the feeling that she could get no more air and that she would drown. Suddenly she smiled. „Live long,.. die... free!“, she stuttered. Everything was getting darker and darker. Form far she heard the voices of the excited enemies. Some of them stood around her, some were still fighting.

It didn't last very long. Her dead eyes were wide open and stared to the sky 'till they broke and Fineses head roll to the side as her braws flagged...

The fight to take Suf was an easy one. Especially with the Serbian army to our side with fine, strong and mighty warriors, make it look like the easiest fight ever.
As soon as we enter the center of the province we caught the ex wife of marmud. She was crying like a baby full of anger. We did not now if she was crying for her husband, for her husband mistakes, or for loosing her province and last land of Tuaregs. Why is she crying if she could have prevented it? This kind of civilization is leaded from anger accumulated from a failed life and they are ready to send their people to a blood bath just because their ego does not let them capitulate or accept their mistakes. They attacked us, killed our people, and never apologized for it. It would had been just a simple apologize and all this could had been prevented, but they look uncivilized to do that.

What is she murmuring? She is cursing me??? Doesn’t she now I have read
Al-'Ikhlas
Al-Falaq
An-Nas
from Quran before the battle? These chapters protect me from black magic, curses, bad Jealousy, bad eye and evil? Those chapters teach us the way haw to protect ourselves against bad things, and it explain that no lucky charm, or protective necklace can protect us from bad things ,but only Allah and we should ask only him from protection.
Her curses can do nothing to me!

(She killed herself)

What? What is she doing? Nooo! But I thought….i thought she was Muslim….

It is forbidden in the Muslim religion to kill yourself.
-I thought you were Muslim, but you were not as you looked.-murmured Bisha
It was just your way of acting to full me, to fraud me to have mercy for you. My knights were right not to trust you. My knights were right to decline my choice to accept your leadership for the Tuareg nation. You were just a cheater. Your actions were poor fraudulence. Poor Poor Fineae, you got what you deserved.
Rest In Peace

Ellah stood an the reling of a small ship. She remembered the words of her mum. She once told her, that sometimes the past, the future and the present were all the same. Ellah smiled. This moment seemed to be one of this times.

The ships sailes to Tripolis – the town she once called her home.Long time ago she was a small beggergirl. She was hungry and thin 'till a now woman arrived at Tripolis. Her name was Lady Fineae. She was from Syria and arrived at Triplois without money and she couldn't even talk to somebody because she didn't know the language. Ellah acted as interpreter and got a good friend of Lady Fineae. She helped her to learn the language and as the Sicily attacked the nation she were at Fineaes side to help her – even as she got imprisoned.

But the attacks of the Sicily didn't stop and one evening Lady Fineae told her to come to her room. She gave Ellah everything she had left that had was of value – her money, her clothes and even her good armory and told her to run. The whole nation had broken down around them. The warriors died or were spread to every direction that was possible. The Sicily had destroyed everything. The shires were wasted, the fiefdoms were broken down, the water was red of blood and the peasants were killed.

While Ellah was told to run to save her live, Lady Fineae and some of the last peasants of her shire were the last ones who were still standing and tried to hold back the Sicily and the Serbians that have been payed from the Sicily, alone. They had no reasonable chance. At last Fineae killed herself. She didn't want to give the king of the Sicily the chance to get the honor to kill her.

Ellah moved to te Persians where she changed her name to Nubita Aleae. Eight long years she stayed at Persia. But now she was back again. Back again where everthing started. She heard that the old king of Sicily had died and the Tuareg now live in peace together with them.

But she knew, that noone she had know was still alive. It was a komplitly new beginning...
That must Fineae also have felt as she arrived at Tripolis – only Ellah was able to speak the language of the country...

Welcome back home Lady Ellah/Nubita Aleae the original Tuareg...
What history...

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