He widened his eyes, looking at the vast stretch of the forest and the thick plants and leaves that filled the place. There was no path through it. If you wanted to pass, you would have to cut your way through with a machete or knife just to see ahead of you. But for them, this was nothing—they were used to it. This was how they lived, surrounded by vegetation and plants, always carrying sharp, deadly knives on their bodies as if it were a necessity, or perhaps a strong tradition. This was an era when people were trafficked and sold as slaves.
It was a kind of life where, anywhere you went, you could meet people stronger than you who could overpower you, weaken your life, and transport you to be sold as a slave. It wasn’t just one or two or a few people who showed such strength—entire towns could be attacked. Slave traders did not spare even whole communities; they would overrun towns by force, gather people, and take them away.
ANJOM GHAZ
The town of ANJOM GHAZ was surrounded by vast waters on all sides—east, west, south, and north. Beyond the waters stood huge, towering trees and dangerous forests that encircled the town completely, despite its size.
If you entered, you would find a massive forest filled with many snakes. This was partly because it was as though the people deliberately raised them, scattering food and things snakes liked so they would remain there.
At the edge of the forest, they built a strong barrier for protection—so powerful that no one could break through it except someone of the chief’s bloodline. The chief himself established it for the peace and security of his people. This barrier didn’t allow even a single snake into the town; they remained confined to the forest. Any stranger who entered the town uninvited—or anyone who approached without knowledge—would not survive. They would meet their death because of the intense danger surrounding the place.
Despite its size and population, in the town of ANJOM everyone lived with freedom and peace. Everyone had a role and order within their traditions. God had blessed them greatly with wealth from the land. There was no poverty—almost everyone possessed their own riches. There were hardly any outsiders; nearly everyone was related in some way, united under a strong leader with unmatched determination, strength, and fearlessness.
The name of the town, ANJOM GHAZ, came from the lineage of their current leader, GHAZ ALI. “ANJOM” was the name of their first ancestor, who founded the town, and the place was named after him.
Now GHAZ ALI was their leader—the third in the history of ANJOM’s leadership. He inherited the strength, determination, stubbornness, and fearlessness of his ancestor ANJOM, unlike his father, who had been gentle and soft‑hearted.
Time had passed, and almost all the elders and parents were gone. Now only Ghaz Ali and his household remained, living in authority, peace, prosperity, and safety.
He had only one wife but four children—three daughters and one son. The son was the youngest of all. He was the only boy and also the most gentle and compassionate.
AYANAH was the eldest. She inherited her father’s intense love and devotion to her siblings—loving them more than herself. She never separated her love for her siblings from anything else. She could not accept having something they did not have. They always came first before her own desires. This mindset was something her father instilled in her from a very young age because she was the eldest. One day, if he was no longer there, she would inevitably lead the town. That was her inheritance. The town would allow her to rule first unless she was ill, mentally unfit, or had a son of her own who could take her place. If that son stepped down, leadership would then pass to the next among her siblings.
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He widened his eyes, looking at the vast stretch of the forest and the thick plants and leaves that filled the place. There was no path through it. If you wanted to pass, you would have to cut your way through with a machete or knife just to see ahead of you. But for them, this was nothing—they were used to it. This was how they lived, surrounded by vegetation and plants, always carrying sharp, deadly knives on their bodies as if it were a necessity, or perhaps a strong tradition. This was an era when people were trafficked and sold as slaves.
It was a kind of life where, anywhere you went, you could meet people stronger than you who could overpower you, weaken your life, and transport you to be sold as a slave. It wasn’t just one or two or a few people who showed such strength—entire towns could be attacked. Slave traders did not spare even whole communities; they would overrun towns by force, gather people, and take them away.
ANJOM GHAZ
The town of ANJOM GHAZ was surrounded by vast waters on all sides—east, west, south, and north. Beyond the waters stood huge, towering trees and dangerous forests that encircled the town completely, despite its size.
If you entered, you would find a massive forest filled with many snakes. This was partly because it was as though the people deliberately raised them, scattering food and things snakes liked so they would remain there.
At the edge of the forest, they built a strong barrier for protection—so powerful that no one could break through it except someone of the chief’s bloodline. The chief himself established it for the peace and security of his people. This barrier didn’t allow even a single snake into the town; they remained confined to the forest. Any stranger who entered the town uninvited—or anyone who approached without knowledge—would not survive. They would meet their death because of the intense danger surrounding the place.
Despite its size and population, in the town of ANJOM everyone lived with freedom and peace. Everyone had a role and order within their traditions. God had blessed them greatly with wealth from the land. There was no poverty—almost everyone possessed their own riches. There were hardly any outsiders; nearly everyone was related in some way, united under a strong leader with unmatched determination, strength, and fearlessness.
The name of the town, ANJOM GHAZ, came from the lineage of their current leader, GHAZ ALI. “ANJOM” was the name of their first ancestor, who founded the town, and the place was named after him.
Now GHAZ ALI was their leader—the third in the history of ANJOM’s leadership. He inherited the strength, determination, stubbornness, and fearlessness of his ancestor ANJOM, unlike his father, who had been gentle and soft‑hearted.
Time had passed, and almost all the elders and parents were gone. Now only Ghaz Ali and his household remained, living in authority, peace, prosperity, and safety.
He had only one wife but four children—three daughters and one son. The son was the youngest of all. He was the only boy and also the most gentle and compassionate.
AYANAH was the eldest. She inherited her father’s intense love and devotion to her siblings—loving them more than herself. She never separated her love for her siblings from anything else. She could not accept having something they did not have. They always came first before her own desires. This mindset was something her father instilled in her from a very young age because she was the eldest. One day, if he was no longer there, she would inevitably lead the town. That was her inheritance. The town would allow her to rule first unless she was ill, mentally unfit, or had a son of her own who could take her place. If that son stepped down, leadership would then pass to the next among her siblings.