Inside Mustafa's Room with Moments of Silence , The faint silence that had covered the room was suddenly shattered by a muffled scream followed by angry footsteps. The door was kicked violently and swung open. Mohamed stood there, his face burning with rage, gripping Omar by the neck like a child being dragged into a court of death.
Mohamed (shouting):
"You think I'm blind?! I sleep for one hour and you turn this house into a brothel?!"
Sarah jumped out of the bed in panic, grabbing the bedsheet and wrapping it around herself, while Mustafa backed away, trying to cover himself with a pillow. His face was pale and full of dread.
Mustafa (trembling):
"Brother... listen to me... it's not what you think..."
Sarah (sharply, despite her distress):
"Mohamed! What do you think you're doing, you vile bastard?!"
Mohamed didn't reply. Instead, he raised his gun and fired a shot at the ground between Mustafa's feet. The metallic echo of the bullet froze everyone in place.
Mohamed (coldly):
"Take one more step… and the next bullet goes through your chest."
Omar (trembling, raising his hands):
"I have nothing to do with this! I swear! I didn't know! I came in looking for… for my sword!"
Mohamed (mockingly):
"And your sword just happened to be lost in my brother's room? You little liar."
Sarah (taking a step forward, eyes blazing):
"If you touch a single hair on his head… I swear I'll kill you myself, you coward."
Mohamed stared at her for a moment… then, without warning, threw Omar at her with one hand, his strength on full display.
It was a violent push that slammed her into the wall, and she collapsed to the ground on her right side, a faint groan escaping her lips. Omar landed on top of her, groaning weakly in pain.
Mustafa (shouting):
"Mohamed! Stop! That's enough!"
Mohamed (without looking at him):
"You have five minutes. Wash up, get dressed, and be outside… or I swear I'll burn this room down with all of you inside it."
Sarah (in a weak voice, trying to get up):
"You think you're a man? You're just a twisted shadow of Islam. Even Islam gives personal freedom—even if a Muslim chooses to sin, it's his right to do so."
Mohamed (dryly):
"I'm the only man here who hasn't tainted his blood with sin. And to answer your question , yes, one has the right… only if he's ready to bear the consequences in this life… and after death."
Omar (interrupting, trying to back away toward the door):
"Father—uh, I mean… if Father were in your place, he would've killed them already… I'm just trying to stop a massacre."
Mohamed (a quick glance at him, then back to Mustafa and Sarah):
"Ask Omar and Mustafa if I'm joking. Five minutes… after that, anyone still in this room won't leave it alive."
The door slammed shut. A heavy silence filled the room. Mustafa exhaled as he crawled toward Sarah, covering her with the blanket and trying to comfort her.
Sarah (softly):
"I won't leave you alone. If you go out… I'll go with you."
Mustafa (looking at her sadly, taking her hand):
"But this time… we might not come back."
A heavy silence settled over the room, as if the door Mohamed had closed had sealed away the very air itself.
Mustafa remained seated on the edge of the bed, exhaling rapid breaths, panic still etched across his face. Beside him, Sarah leaned against the wall, her body aching from the blow, her hand pressed against her right side where she'd been struck.
"Are you okay?" he asked softly, his voice tense.
She lifted her head toward him, her eyes blazing despite the pain, and replied in a voice both furious and tender:
"I'll be fine... But I swear, if he comes near you again, I won't stay silent."
He didn't respond, only gave her a grateful look before reluctantly standing and beginning to dress. His movements were heavy, as if each piece of clothing he put on restored a fragment of his shattered dignity.
Sarah followed quietly, gathering her clothes from the floor and covering herself, her eyes still fixed on the closed door as if expecting it to burst open at any moment.
Once dressed, she approached him, cupped his face between her palms, and whispered:
"Don't be afraid. I won't let him kill you. I'm here."
He smiled despite everything and replied with a faint wink and a playful slap on her backside:
"I know... And because of you, he'll kill me."
She laughed lightly despite the tension, then leaned in and kissed him—a long, tender, romantic kiss that carried both a promise and defiance.
He whispered as he held her hand:
"If we leave... we might not come back."
She answered, her gaze steady in his eyes:
"Then we leave together."
Mohamed stood in the center of the hallway like a steel statue, his eyes unblinking, his chest rising and falling with deliberate calm. Around him, faces began to gather—questioning, fearful, exchanging nervous glances and barely audible whispers.
One of them asked, voice trembling:
"Mohamed... what's happening? We heard gunfire... Is everything alright?"
He replied without raising his voice or even turning his head:
"Prepare to leave. Take only what you need."
Another protested timidly:
"But... why? What's going on?"
Mohamed paused for a moment, then said with icy precision:
"What's happening is none of your concern."
Everyone fell silent. His words cut like a sword sharp, final.
The crowd took a collective step back, feet shuffling hesitantly as they went to gather their belongings. The authority in his voice needed no explanation.
Moments later, the door to Mustafa's room finally opened. He and Sarah emerged, shoulders touching, heads held high despite exhaustion and turmoil. Silence fell, all eyes turning to them as if they carried a secret too heavy to voice.
Mohamed turned toward them slowly no anger in his gaze, no pity. Just the look of a man who knew what had to be done... no matter the cost.
The air was thick with tension, the brooding sky warning of an impending storm.
Everyone stood in an uneasy circle around Mohamed, Mustafa, and Sarah, preparing to leave as ordered... until the unexpected happened.
From behind a crumbling wall near the entrance, from amidst ancient rubble, they emerged like ghosts. Strange figures draped in black robes covering them head to toe, their faces hidden—only their smoldering eyes visible, glowing faintly like embers beneath ash.
They surrounded the group in terrifying silence, as if the earth had split open and swallowed hope whole.The Last Silence had arrived.
Weapons were drawn, breaths held, souls frozen in a moment where only heartbeats could be heard.
One of them stepped forward, his voice a deathly whisper:
"One of you must be handed over... or everyone dies."
A deafening silence followed. All eyes turned to Mohamed as if time had stopped. Then... he took a deep breath and cast one last look at those around him.
His voice was steady, his gaze unshaken:
"Fine... let's make a deal."
The crowd fell silent, eyes locked on him.
"Me... in exchange for their safe passage."
Mustafa shouted:
"What?! No—absolutely not!"
Sarah stepped forward, clutching his arm violently:
"You don't decide for us! We won't leave you!"
But Mohamed didn't turn to them. He kept his focus on the stranger:
"Take me. Let them go."
The masked man hissed:
"Deal accepted."
A chorus of screams erupted:
"NOOOO!"
But Mohamed raised his hand. For the first time, his voice carried something unfamiliar... finality.
"I've... already begun to feel the breeze of Paradise. Yes, I hear it approaching... step by step. Believe me... death no longer frightens me. It's become a promise of rest."
Then he turned to Mustafa and Sarah, memorizing their faces one last time.
"Forgive me... for everything. But my death... might give some of you a new beginning."
Sarah, tears streaming silently, whispered as if her voice came from a broken throat:
"No... Mohamed, don't leave us... don't leave me..."
Mustafa had collapsed to his knees, as if the weight of regret had finally crushed him. His whisper was shattered:
"You were my brother... and you were harsh, but you were also... my last shield against madness."
Mohamed smiled faintly half pain, half peace. Then he took slow steps toward the men of Silence, and as he approached, they parted for him, as if opening a path to the end.
In that moment, it was as if the entire world paused to witness the farewell of a man... who chose to be buried so others wouldn't have to be.
The ranks closed behind him.
Silence.
Then darkness.
Then a wind... as if passing over a grave not yet dug.