Warriors from Mesopotamia - Hamada Al-iraqi

Warriors from Mesopotamia (eBook)

The Gripping Adventure of the Brave Sumerians

Hamada Al-iraqi (Autor)

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2024 | 1. Auflage
375 Seiten
Bookbaby (Verlag)
979-8-3509-5922-2 (ISBN)

'The Warriors from Mesopotamia' takes place nearly five thousand years ago in the ancient land of Mesopotamia. This fiction story follows Sumerian culture, conflicts, and philosophy. Readers will begin an ancient journey action, adventure, and drama as the kingdoms of Mesopotamia battle for power.

Hamada Aliraqi was born in January 1989 and raised in Iraq. His real name is Mohammed, but everyone calls him Hamada. He graduated from high school in 2007 but didn't attend university due to security issues in Baghdad. Instead, he spent his time at home playing video games with his friends. In 2011, he studied at the College of Languages at the University of Baghdad. He left Iraq and came to the United States three years later in 2014. Then, he decided to write a book.

This is the story of an army commander who was set up by his king and sent to prison only to meet the rightful king, who taught him valuable life lessons and set his mind free. Both the army commander and the rightful king escaped Marred's deadly fist and reclaimed the kingdom of Ur. They set out on a quest to fight giants and beasts to bring peace to the entire land of Mesopotamia and end disputes between the kingdoms once and for all, bringing invaluable information from an isolated island inhabited by the brutal Pazuzu.

The City of Ur and the Map of Mesopotamia

The kingdom consisted of four major sections: the castle, where King Marred resided within the big city; the harbor; the orchards; and the imposing fortress that housed the army. Two months before he had planned to attack the neighboring village, King Marred had told his friend Kishweel of his plan. “Look, man. I have an idea.”

Kishweel raised an eyebrow. “What is it?”

“I want to build a new city on the other side of the port,” King Marred announced, “but I need a lot of workers. This means I must invade the village near our city, take all of the gold found there, and order the villagers to build the new town.”

“And just how do you intend to accomplish this?” Kishweel asked, stroking his beard.

King Marred raised his fists in the air. “I will send some undisciplined soldiers into the village,” he said. “They will harass the young girls who live there, enraging the villagers and provoking them to kill the soldiers. Of course, we will have no choice but to seek vengeance upon them. We will kill two birds with one stone, Kishweel. We’ll be rid of those appalling soldiers and have a reason to invade the village.”

The king paused for a moment as he ran through his plan in his head. “You see, my friend, humans and animals have something in common: they are both eager to satisfy their sexual desires. Yet animals do not have rules of civilization to abide by; they just succumb to their needs. But there are some people who act like animals. They have only one thing on their minds from dawn till dusk, and that is how to achieve coitus. They lack morals, and these people bring a lot of problems upon themselves and those close to them.”

Kishweel took a moment to process King Marred’s words. “We can teach them.”

“How would we succeed in invading the village then?” King Marred asked, a frown on his face.

Kishweel paused for a moment before speaking. “I don’t know.”

King Marred banged his fist on the table in front of him. “This is why you are not a king, Kishweel. Look at those four homes out there: a tent, a wooden house, a clay house, and a house made of dry-stacked stones. When the heavy rains come, only the house built from stones will remain standing. The other three will not survive the weather.”

“What is your point?”

“The villagers are uncivilized,” King Marred said with a sneer upon his face. “They breed and live only for today, not giving any thought to the future. They don’t abide by our laws, nor do they accept our way of life. They come here to sell their commodities and leave without even cleaning the dirt they bring into our city, returning the following week to find it cleaned for them. Yes, they are hard workers, with good physical strength and some money, but my dear friend, if you are not civilized, you will not thrive in this world.”

Kishweel had not answered. Secretly, he felt his king was careless regarding people’s lives. The king was under the impression that if one was strong, one would survive, and if one was weak, one was useless.

Later, King Marred took his friend to the lush gardens growing behind the castle. He stopped and pointed at the foliage in front of him. “You see these plants, Kishweel? They all have roots deep in the soil. One grows to be a big tree, and the other fades and dies.”

“Maybe the withered tree can’t survive in this climate,” Kishweel said. “But if we plant it in a different environment, it may grow to be a big and strong tree too.”

“Perhaps. But those villagers are not trees, so we can move them. We shall use them to do what we need: build the new town, get rid of the undisciplined soldiers, and consolidate the village with our big city.”

Kishweel said nothing. He knew what would happen if he disagreed with Marred. After all, he was one of the soldiers who participated in the attack against King Kamoosh’s nephew and Marred’s cousin, Tobran. He knew it was wise to stay silent.

There was much work to be done. King Marred had three plans circulating in his mind: The first was to attack the village. The second was to sign a peace treaty with the people in the east. And the third was to get rid of Babylon’s king.

King Marred called for some important people from the fortress to come and attend a secret meeting, far from the prying eyes and ears of his advisers and the army’s commander.

Kishweel and three other big, muscular men entered the room. The guards shut the door behind them. King Marred then opened another door, and everyone entered the secret room behind it. After they were seated, one of the men laid his sword on the table and addressed the king. “May I know why we are here and what we are doing in this room?”

“Mezaloo, I have brought you here to tell you my plan,” King Marred said. “If successful, my plan will make our nation one of the strongest in the entire world.”

One of the other men spoke up. “Please, King Marred. What is your plan?”

The king leaned back in his chair and puffed out his chest. “Every time we send out a caravan of goods and merchandise, bandits attack and plunder our belongings. They are strong and control a large piece of land. We lose seventy to one hundred and thirty soldiers every year in battles with these bandits. If we make a deal with these people and promise them a better life than they have now, we will have them under our control and be able to secure the area to the north.”

Mezaloo leaned across the table. “Give them a new life, you say? But where? Here in our city?”

“No,” King Marred replied, shaking his head. “My plan is to build a new town on the other side of the harbor.”

“Surely it won’t be that easy?” Mezaloo questioned. “We will need money and workers, and that we don’t have.”

A smug smile spread across King Marred’s face. “We are going to invade the village near our castle. We shall enslave their people, take their gold, and force them to build the new town. I have arranged a meeting with King Horeeb to sign a peace treaty and exchange prisoners.”

Kishweel looked uncomfortable. “So, signing a peace treaty just like that? How do you expect them to agree?”

“Relax, my friend,” King Marred reassured him. “There’s no need to worry about that. I will send five big carriages full of gold and jewelry, along with horses and camels; and of course, we are going to release their soldiers we captured three years ago. I am positive that King Horeeb won’t reject my offer. Then we can proceed with our plan.”

Mezaloo narrowed his eyes at the king. “How do you intend to communicate with the bandits? They don’t take kindly to outsiders wandering into their territory.”

“I have an excellent plan, Mezaloo. I’m going to send Messan in to fight them,” King Marred announced with an air of confidence.

The three men at the table looked puzzled, but they were wise enough to know King Marred had no real plan yet. They knew he wanted to get things done without any logic or consequence to his actions. It had always been this way—King Marred was an impulsive man.

“Look, Mezaloo,” the king said. “I brought you all here because we need to go to war.”

Hearing this, Kishweel waved his hands in the air. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! The ‘King of Wars’ is going crazy!”

“War?” Mezaloo exclaimed, his face reddening. “You just said you are planning to sign a peace treaty with King Horeeb. Now you are talking of war?”

“Yes, yes.” King Marred said impatiently. “All that is true, but the main reason you are here is to discuss our war with the king of Babylon.”

“Man, I know we are friends,” Kishweel said, pushing his hand through his hair, “but this is madness. We can’t fight the king of Babylon. His army is too strong and far too well organized.”

“Let me make sure I understand you correctly,” Mezaloo said. “You want to start two wars at the same time!”

“The villagers won’t hold for half a day in front of our army,” King Marred said, obviously frustrated and annoyed. He looked at Mezaloo. “I expect you to be prepared for this war with the city of Babylon. We shall end them once and for all. Then we will go back to end Horeeb’s kingdom. We will become the most powerful people in the world.”

When their conversation was finally over, Marred stood and opened the door leading out to an expansive balcony. Marred held a sword, Kishweel carried a spear, and Mezaloo and his two friends wielded axes as they all shared a moment of silence, looking across their kingdom from their place high in the tower.

“We shall achieve victory and build a great civilization, the likes of which mankind has never known,” King Marred said, feeling accomplished. He rested his hand on Mezaloo’s shoulder. “I depend on you, Mezaloo. We must win this...

Erscheint lt. Verlag	11.5.2024
Sprache	englisch
Themenwelt	Literatur ► Historische Romane
ISBN-13	979-8-3509-5922-2 / 9798350959222

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