أبادول

In a spot in the lands of the Kingdom of Eloquence, where thick fog envelops everything and mysterious illusions appear, as if the knights of the bygone eras are passing through, the grandson of "Abadoul" stood, his heart trembling inside his ribs, and tears still clinging to his eyelids. The voice of the noble sheikh pierced his ears as he said with a voice filled with sorrow: "Extend your hand, Anas, there must be an oath, this is a very serious matter! Please repeat after me the oath of the warriors." Anas nodded and blinked silently, his heart pounding, and prepared to repeat the oath his grandfather had previously recited to be an oath he would adhere to forever. He moistened his lips and repeated after him: "I swear by the Lord of Lords not to reveal the secret of the 'City of Rubaab'."