At last I found a girl who resembles the Raghad that I imagine!! Pic of Raghad on the side>> And I apologize for the mistakes :)

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Eyes aren't made just for sight, There are eyes that speak, and eyes that cry, And eyes that love and eyes that wonder without a goal.

– Nizar Qabbani

Prince of knights, Faris brought his raw, bloody fingers to his mouth then blew a harsh whistle. Once Tufan stood alongside him, he wiped the blood from his lips with the back of his left hand. He mounted the beast and led his men towards the tribe he loathed the most. Towards the tribe where his intolerable, undesired bride resided. By Allah he had never felt infuriation riding Tufan but with the ghastly gash on his arm and the blood that swathe his hand like a vicious serpent caused him to frown as the beast trotted.

Time elapsed, his men followed him without a word pronounced from their chapped lips. Shortly the entrancing tribe came in view. The knight growled when his cold gaze landed on the blood that had smeared Tufan's white fur. He was revolted with himself, indeed many wounds marred his body but this wound was dissimilar, to make it more unendurable he was to be aided in his enemie's tribe.

Ya Allah!

When the knights crossed the boundaries of Al Rashideen, tribesmen and women halted their toil and gaped at the knights, terror-stricken of the blood. A memory displayed before his eyes, memory of the day he had come to strike this very tribe. Faris had never envisioned that he would ride to get aid from the Rashideens. They came to a standstill in the middle of the tribe where he had once seen Raghad sprint up to her father. Faris clenched his jaw, searched around then promptly saw a familiar figure dash towards them.

Khalid.

"Allahu Akbar!" the man hissed,"Ya Faris what has happened?" Khalid demanded, his eyes on Faris's knights.

"I shall elucidate later, my men are maimed they are in great need to be nursed," Faris spoke in a bitter voice, his heart compressed when he verbalized those words. Oh, how it kindled his pride to be present on this land.

Without delay Khalid barked his instructions and things occurred. "Come with me ya Faris," Khalid gestured for 'Faris al Fursan' to accompany him.

Faris dismounted Tufan, handed the reins of his beast to a young man he had seen before and followed Khalid. Every sound clang in his brain, the tiny pebble rocks that his blood stained sandals crunched brought forth a deadly glare on his handsome face. He was vexed, the men that passed stared with wide perplexed eyes which caused him to exhale sharply.

Verily he was Raghad's spouse but for the tribesmen he was Faris, the notorious knight. The fiend that glared death in the eyes. A deep, ominous scowl materialized on his face when Khalid came to a stop by a small tent and assured for him to proceed.

Faris stood there for a few seconds, his senses drowned in the ocean of wrath while his heart clashed with the waves of mortification. After a moment he cleared his throat, pushed aside the flap, bend low to pass and stepped in. "As salamu Alaikum Ummi, you must help us," Khalid announced.

The knight's unfathomable eyes narrowed as Umm Badr looked at Faris then gasped at the wound. "Ya waladi," Instantly she placed the needle and thread on the carpet, "Come, come here," and gestured for Faris. He was unsettled by her reaction.

Faris gradually ambled, slowly lowered his form then sat on his heels and eyed as Umm Badr commenced to aid his wound. The way her experienced fingers moved he knew Umm Badr was indeed a tabiba. His whole physique remained straight, frigid . His pride did not permit him to slouch and pacify his berserk nerves. The wound stung but he did not hiss simply clenched his jaw to endure the vigorous torment.

Khalid had to depart in order to check on the men who were wounded, leaving Faris with Umm Badr, his mother-in-law. Quietude, utter quietude was what greeted them for a long while. He sat there merely blinking while the sticky gore was cleansed from the split skin of his bulky arm.

"Can I ask my son, how did this occur?" Faris heard a small, serene voice investigate him.

His gaze was fixed ahead but the tender voice caused him to glance down ever so slightly to see the elderly woman engrossed in her task. She pulled a small knife from a leather pouch then tore the sleeve of his robe to reveal more of his swollen bloody skin. He averted his gaze, looked at the lantern once again and discern that Umm Badr endeavoured to not hurt him.

"Some imbeciles of the desert desired to assault my tribe, 'Amty. We had to prevent that," Faris staggered himself at the voice that escaped his lips. It was...gentle!

Umm Badr nodded and so they did not vocalize another word. Crimson blood oozed from the gash while Umm Badr washed his arm with cold water and watched as blood dripped in the mud pot placed under his hand. Suddenly his sharp ears picked up a sound. "Come, yallah hurry. I must show you this," spoke a familiar voice. His brows knit well aware Umm Badr did not pay heed to the approaching voice.

His whole stance stiffened and growled deep in the back his throat when his wound blazed as if a chunk of sweltering coal had been poured on his skin. His sullen eyes turned darker when he perceived that someone advanced towards the tent. Faris did not like the mere thought of that, indeed he was wounded, surely tribesmen witnessed his blood but he did not desire for others to see the exposed skin of his arm, the crimson warriror's blood.

"Haiya Haiya." Spoke the same voice comparatively rapturous.

"Salem, let go of my hand, dear brother," here his eyes widened at the new voice. Faris could recognize that smooth, tranquil voice in an energetic crowd. Could recognize it in the midst of a hazardous war.

It was her, it was Raghad.

"Ya Allah," he mouthed then ran his tongue over his cracked lip. Abruptly, he recalled that he was wounded in a war not in a sword training, in a blink of an eye his whole form transformed and the enigmatic knight took over. He sat straight and waited for the flap of the tent to be drawn.

"Wallahi, I saw him go in this tent. I_I must show you Raghad. Come, come," Salem pulled on Raghad's hand. She could not comprehend why her beloved brother acted so peculiar. She had been cleaning her quarter when Salem had appeared, grasped her delicate wrist and tugged her out of the tent. She could not dare chide him, her dearest brother was joyous and wished to show her something. However, whenever Salem acted it was perilous .

They reached the tent and Raghad endeavoured to free her wrist from Salem's grip. Rapidly, he thrust the flap aside and sauntered in the tent. What her eyes spotted forced cold shivers slither down the length of her spine. Her heart commenced to howl like petrified duffs and her ears turned red in discomfiture.

When Faris witnessed Raghad being dragged in the tent his gaze fixed on her face. His eyes did not avert from the doe-like ones. He was contented when they widened as they fell on Faris, he surveyed with immense interest and merriment as they traveled down to what her mother was engrossed with and gasped.

"Raghad, what are you doing here binti?" Umm Badr questioned appalled.

Faris stared while his bride avoided his gaze. She looked at his chest, at his glorious sword, her mother's hands, the mud pot filled with water but not in his detrimental eyes. She was his, he was allowed to gaze at her for as long as he desired.

"I guided Raghad here, Ya Ummi," Salem grinned. Faris was well aware Umm Badr was not delighted with this. Their wedding was just few days away, he was not permitted to see her.

"Ya waladi," the elderly woman exhaled vanquished, she replaced the bloody rag in the mud pot. "Now that you are present here hand me the azure medicine from that wooden chest," Umm Badr ordered her daughter.

Faris did not remove his eyes from her, he was gratified that his presence effected her abundantly. Salem giggled and marched out of the tent, however, the knight's eyes remained on his bride while hers dropped to the carpet with her head bowed. Faris then trailed his eyes on her feet, it was a famous epigram in his tribe. That the woman who dragged her feet possessed no grace. So he scrutinized, he desired to know if Sheikh Faisal's daughter was blessed with poise.

Faris then took note of her long Jalabiyah that swept the drugget, but he could see her feet when Raghad walked. Raghad took her first few steps, the knight of knights at once knew she was indeed bestowed with exceptional elegance. Her feet were like feather on the ground, light and graceful.

He yearned to see if her hands trembled in his mighty presence. Raghad opened the chest took out the medicine, ambled up to her mother and sat behind Umm Badr in order to curtain herself from him. Faris lifted a brow and watched from the corner of his eye, she did not drop the medicine nor did her fingers quiver. A vicious smile propelled his lips upwards at how utterly cautious Raghad was.

Once Umm Badr took the medicine from her hands, Raghad rose to her feet and almost darted out of the tent. Her heart, her ingenuous heart clawed at her bust. She stopped near the sheep herd and scowled at what her brother had committed. He had tugged her to see him, the man she despised the most, the man who paired with her against her will. The monster who demolished her peaceful life. By Allah it traumatized her, she was in agony. Warm water stung her big brown eyes, she blinked them away, few drops of her tears teased her lashes and rolled down her cold cheeks.

Soon she was to live with that brute, seeing him had opened the wound that had begun to heal. Raghad inhaled, her breath came in harsh puffs as winter wind encased it's ruthless robe around her form. The mighty sun attempted to transfer some warmth but the barbarous wind sucked the warmth in it's grasp before it could reach the fragile woman weeping.

Raghad stayed away for a long while, long enough for Faris to be aided and return to his tribe...Safely.

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Heya guys so I wanted to ask, is there any guy who YOU guys think would be perfect to play Faris? I really don't know who is the Faris for me. Let me know about your FAV part in your COMMENTS and like always VOTE I wanna reach 1 in spiritual!

Pic of Raghad on the side>>>

Haiya Haiya= Come on or Come

Allahu Akbar = God is great.

Tabiba= Nurse or Doctor.

Jalabiyah= the long pretty dress we Arabs wear ;)

Ya Waladi= My son.

Ummi= Mother