Men with power often misuse it.
~Sagir
Safah
The North
En route to Saba
Khaldhum emerged as the sole bastion of familiarity in the unfamiliar tapestry of the North for Safah. While Darzi had its coastal charms, the city felt like an orchestrated display, perhaps due to the distinct features of its denizens or the persistent melody of waves against the rocky shore. In Khaldhum, authenticity prevailed – the birds' melodic chirping, the almost tangible silence, and an underlying tension that hung in the air.