The name of the palace was inscribed on the massive gate leading to the palace grounds.
Holding my note tightly, I grasped Ecleemat's hand and said, "Let's go; if death awaits us, let us die together."
Thus, we approached the palace.
The cries we heard grew louder as we neared the palace.
With great difficulty, the guards at the gates of the **PALACE** allowed us entry.
Just seeing those guards was enough to make one wet themselves from fear, due to their enormous size and the fierce looks on their faces. From their appearance alone, it was clear that their wickedness extended to their hearts. One small mistake, and they would stab you without hesitation.
We passed through five gates before finally entering the palace's inner courtyard.
I gaped in awe at the wealth displayed in the architecture of the palace, clearly indicating it was ancient *ROYALTY*.
Everywhere you looked, the palace was a marvel to behold.
Within the 𝙋𝘼𝙇𝘼𝘾𝙀, there was
a large hospital,
a grand market,
and everything imaginable. You could spend a year without leaving the palace grounds. There were even schools, including higher institutions.
Our eyes feasted on the splendor. Alhamdulillah.
If I were to detail every aspect of this palace, it would take us months, maybe even years, and we still wouldn't finish.
Just imagine.
However, the noise we heard earlier had intensified.
Also, it seemed not all the palace inhabitants were present.
It appeared they were having a gathering of some sort, as I saw scattered people here and there.
We turned toward the source of the noise to see for ourselves.
There was a path that seemed to lead to the gathering place.
As I approached, I saw more people.
I asked, "Oh God, what is happening?"
Continuing to move forward, I began to understand what the crowd was shouting.
*GIMBIYA* **GIMBIYA**
**GIMBIYA**
Only *GIMBIYA*. I wondered what was happening.
Perhaps it was the princess's wedding.
I kept moving, squeezing my way into the crowd to see what event was taking place.
Everyone was fixated on the scene (Ecleemat said, "May God increase His blessings").
With difficulty, a kind person pulled me (it was the butler)
and led me to the edge of the area where I could see everything clearly.
To my surprise, instead of a wedding, there was a fight happening in the large arena.
Men were fighting with a woman, though all I could see of her were her eyes, and even those weren't clearly visible.
It was apparent they were warriors,
engaged in a mock battle (brave warriors risking their lives).
Despite the intensity of the battle, I couldn't help but fixate on her.
She was dressed in a warrior's garb, typically worn by men,
but it covered her completely.
All you could see were her captivating eyes, which were purely white, except for the pupils, which were not like ours.
Her eyes were a unique color, almost blue-blue instead of black.
"Masha Allah," I uttered.
She was fighting fiercely,
taking down those powerful men in the mock battle.
At a distance, up high,
an old man sat on what seemed like a throne,
watching with a smile.
He was undoubtedly the king, given his attire and the seat of authority he occupied.
All he did was smile,
clearly proud and fond of the young woman.
She was a renowned warrior, known worldwide, and it was clear that no man could challenge her bravery.
Even at home, when they sparred,
he would simply tell her to rest, to take a break.
But he never won against her, only ever succeeding in advising her to rest (because she had rigorous training and it was ingrained in her from childhood).
And that was that.
