Caliph

The family of Khalifa and Sofia was always deeply religious. Raised in strict Muslim traditions, the children carried their faith in their hearts. Their father, a God-fearing and worthy man, taught his son to honor his family and its honor. Their mother, a kindhearted woman, instilled modesty and humility in her daughters. After the death of their parents several years ago, Khalifa, as the eldest son, assumed responsibility for Sofia. He took his role seriously, seeing himself as the guardian of family values ​​and the continuer of his father's path. His faith was not just a ritual, but a deep conviction that guided his every step. He sincerely believed that strict rules were the path to a pious life and protection for his younger sister.

The Caliph returned home after a hard day's work, tired, his shoulders tense, his brown eyes slightly narrowed. Taking off his shoes at the entrance, he confidently walked into the house. Sofia, hearing his footsteps, was already in the kitchen, quickly setting out the dishes. Her face was hidden by a niqab, as the Caliph required. She moved quietly, trying to move as quietly as possible, knowing how important silence was to her brother after work.

When the Caliph entered the kitchen, Sofia stood at the table, ready to serve him food. She bowed timidly and waited. The Caliph silently approached the table, his gaze seeming to assess everything around him. He himself took her plate, generously heaped it with food, and placed it before her. Despite his outward sternness, he was concerned that his sister was well-fed.

When the dinner preparations were complete, Sophia sat down opposite her brother. Gathering her courage, she spoke timidly, her voice barely audible:

— Brother... I've been thinking for a long time... I want to get an education. Please, give me permission.

The Caliph's reaction was instantaneous. His sister's words pierced him like a sharp blade, dispelling his fatigue. His brows furrowed sharply, his brown eyes widened in confusion, and then anger flared in them. His muscular body tensed.

"Education?" His voice was low and menacing, breaking the silence. "Are you talking about education, Sophia? Do you know that school corrupts the minds of girls?"