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CHAPTER ONE

IT’S ALL FATE AND CHANCE

Deep into the subterranean dungeon of the malevolent Emperor Akhdar Dadgar, the newly crowned monarch of the Dozhakian throne and ruler of the Thulian people; in the middle of the prison cell sat a man whose broad shoulders and sun-browned skin seemed out of place among these dismal surroundings. He seemed more a part of the sun and winds, and the high planes of the outlands. The legendary sailor Sinbad knelt on top of the red Martian dirt and began to greet the morning’s dawn on this strange world he has been stranded since far back as he could remember by praying to Allah. The first of the five sessions he had to perform for the day. Salah is intended to focus on the mind of Allah, and seen as a personal communication with Him. Sinbad hoped the benevolent deity would hear His worshiper’s prayers from all the way back to Earth. But Sinbad wasn’t pleading for himself, but for those he had befriended on this planet.

Sinbad stood upright facing Qiblah and then proceeded to make Niyyah in his heart. He raised his hands to his ears and said softly, “Allah is the greatest.” Sinbad placed his right hand on top of his left hand on his chest and looked downward to the ground. “O Allah, how perfect You are and praise be to You,” the humble sailor silently began. “Blessed is Your name and exalted is Your majesty. There is no god but You. I seek shelter from the rejected Satan. In the name of Allah, the most Gracious and Merciful.”

Sinbad took a breath to replenish himself before he could continue. He held onto his chest tightly and recited the first chapter of the Quran.

“All praises and thanks be to Allah, the Lord of the worlds, the most Gracious, the most Merciful; Master of the Day of Judgment. You alone we worship, from You

SINBAD: ROGUE OF MARS

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