Last updated on November 2nd, 2025 at 05:26 pm
Burning Hot, Who is Amenokal?
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Thabita
After feeling exhausted and sick with sunstroke, she finally felt a little better. The blisters, from being too long exposed to the sun, were almost gone. Still hurt a bit, but no as much as before. Hopefully there won’t be too many scars.
In her mind, she went back to what had happened the last days. Walking through the hot desert, with no water, hardly anything to eat. With one thought in her mind, surviving. The problem was, what was she trying to survive? She could not remember.
Just before she couldn’t go any further, just before she collapsed, she was caught by a stranger who took her to a kind of hospital in the middle of the desert. Later, she was told that his name was Amenokal. He was highly respected, that much was clear to her.
During the last days, it was over a week already, she got most of her energy back. The women in the camp, and the men, treated her with respect. And she respected them likewise. At home, she’d started to learn the language of Saharaya and that helped a lot. Although, everyone spoke English too.
She loved their language which sounded, in her ear, a bit like music. A bit like singing. Yes, a happy language, she thought. As far as you can speak about happy languages.
Today was the first day that she started to feel fidgety. Wanting to more than only relax and sleep. Maybe there was a way to learn more about him. About Amenokal. Everyone she had asked the last days about him kept quiet and only said he would be back soon. No answers were given.
Helping with the Chores
When one of her nurses came to bring her tea, she mentioned she wanted to do more and that she wanted to help with whatever needed in the camp. First, the woman hesitated and asked her if her memory came back. It hadn’t. But she hoped that this would happen while she was helping out the others in the camp.
After a long thought, the nurse nodded and approved her getting up and helping in the camp. But only for one hour at a time. Afterward, she had to rest again for at least an hour. When everything went well, she could do 2 hours tomorrow with 1-hour rest. And double again the day after that.
The next days Thabita was doing extremely well. Although her memories didn’t come back, she remembered how to bake and cook without any help. Of course, it was different with not electrical stove or gas stove, but she managed. And it seemed they liked her cookies.
During her chores, she thought about the conversations she had with Amenokal. And about how much she loved them.
She tried to get information about him from the women she helped. They were extremely secretive about him. Told her she would learn to know him when he picked her up to travel to his home.
It scared her a bit. Going to a house of a stranger. Someone she doesn’t know. It felt dangerous. And this feeling crept into her bones. As if something the same just happened to her. She only couldn’t remember what it was. If… When… Why…
The people in the camp, though, both men and women, explained to her that Amenokal was a very honest and reliable man. Virtuous and honourable. And he would never harm her, but protect her from anyone who would cause, or had the intention to cause her, harm.
Learning their language was difficult for her. But, she managed to learn several words every day. And in the evening, after her chores, she tried to remember all the new (and old) words of the Saharayaian language.
Picked Up by Amenokal
One evening, when she was almost 14 days in the camp, she noticed the people were a bit restless. They started making all sorts of extra tasty snacks. Not that their normal food wasn’t tasteful. But these snack were different. As if a very important person was coming over to visit.
When she asked about this, she was told that the next day, Amenokal and his entourage would come. And the day after, he would take her to his home. So she would be able to visit a hospital and learning more about her conditions. Her memory loss. In his house, she would be able to recover fully and regain all her strength.
The next day, she felt nervous and asked a few times what time Amenokal would arrive. The answer was always “at the right, correct, time”. Which of course didn’t make sense to her. One of the women explained to her that they believed everything happened at exactly the right time. And when it hadn’t happened yet… Well, the right time simply wasn’t there, yet.
After several chores, she was forced to lie down and rest. The reason mentioned was that she had a very busy travelling day the next day and that she still hadn’t recovered completely.
She woke up because of sounds around her tent. It sounded if the people of the camp were welcoming a small group of people. That must be him, she thought. And felt her cheeks getting warm. Nervously, she got out and dipped her face with water to refreshes herself.
Although she didn’t have many clothes, the women of the camp had made one beautiful dress for her. A dress that would befit a princess. She had protested, but the women would not hear a refusal. They wanted to give her something for all the help she had given them.
Yesterday evening, the women had helped her to wash her hair. She combed her long hair until it shone. When she watched herself in the mirror, she could not believe how pretty she looked.
She looked out through a crack in the curtain. What is he handsome, she thought. More than handsome, he is beautiful. Aware of the fact that men are hardly called beautiful. I bet he has a wife, or at least a fiancée, she thought. That would be a bummer.
She took a deep breath, gathered all her courage and walked outside.
Next: Thabita in his Palace, Amenokal (Sheik Khalid Saif Amir)
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