Eighty years waiting for death part 2

Fifteen years have passed since that day when I buried Ahmed in the grave of his wife Abrar; those years were long days like eternity, dark as the night of the thirtieth, lonely as an abandoned tomb. Those years followed one after the other, during which Ahmed's fame spread; the old young man, the thin stranger, with youthful features and white hair! Ahmed who suffered from a genetic disorder that stopped his body's growth, but his spirit continued to grow old and wither day after day. Ahmed's interest in toxins and their plant and animal sources grew, for in the end he lost the love of his life because of them. His condition became more controversial and curious, reaching the knowledge of Alexander, a ruler of one of the independent cities of Haiti, who hosted and befriended him, enabling him to learn the colloquial language, read in his private library, and learn details of life in his city "Virdom." But Ahmed's condition did not remain peaceful for long, as the winds of fate quickly swept over him, as Alexander's health deteriorated and his reign neared its end, making him feel once again alienated, weak, and hopeless, not only because he was alone but also because he became trapped in the conflicts, conspiracies, and schemes around him.