Episode 4
She stepped back in fear.
Noori felt that he might harm her now.
For the first time, she felt a slight fear of Molsik.
Molsik stared at her for a while,
Then let out a long, hissing breath like a snake—
as if trying to calm the lava of rage bubbling within him.
After staring at Noori a little longer,
He suddenly turned around and walked off on his path.
Noori thought for a moment
Then started following behind him.
The thought of being alone in the wilderness terrified her.
Hearing footsteps behind him, Molsik stopped,
Took a deep breath, and turned around.
His burning eyes made Noori freeze.
He kept staring but said nothing.
"P-please take me with you.
I'm scared here."
Noori said anxiously, looking around.
Molsik said nothing.
"I beg you in the name of Allah, please take me with you.
Just drop me at a nearby village—I'll find my way home."
Noori pleaded.
"Go..." was all Molsik said, and
He turned and continued walking.
Noori, from a distance, followed behind.
Molsik, by nature, kept flicking his forked tongue across his lips.
In the darkness, Noori couldn't see it.
Otherwise, being the daughter of a snake charmer—
a girl who had played with snakes since childhood—
she might've realized this strange young man wasn't human or jinn... but a snake.
Molsik kept walking.
Noori trailed behind.
They eventually reached Kamil's vehicle.
Molsik passed by without even glancing at it.
He was headed toward the graveyard, which was now close by.
Noori glanced once at the vehicle
and hurried her pace to keep up with Molsik.
Molsik didn't look back but quickened his own steps.
Dawn was nearing, and he needed to return to his lair before sunrise.
The graveyard came into sight.
As she noticed it, Noori's feet came to a halt on their own.
But Molsik kept walking.
Just before entering the graveyard, he turned and looked back once
and smiled before stepping inside.
Noori couldn't see his eerie smile in the dark
but stood there stunned—her eyes filled with a mix of disbelief and fear
as she watched Molsik enter the graveyard.
She didn't have the courage to go further.
The ancient Makli graveyard, stretching for miles,
now seemed like the domain of something not human.
"This can't be a man..."
The thought chilled her.
Just standing near the world's oldest graveyard,
the mere idea of a non-human entity sent shivers through her.
She turned back and walked quickly to the vehicle.
She first thought to spend the rest of the night inside the vehicle,
but then worried someone might see it and question her—
especially about what had happened to Kamil and his men.
She didn't want any more trouble.
She started walking back in the same direction they had brought her from,
though she had no idea where she was or where the road would lead.
Reciting prayers silently, she kept walking.
Even the slightest rustle of the wind startled her.
By morning, she saw signs of a village in the distance.
She had been walking for a long time.
Though she was exhausted,
the sight gave her a boost of energy.
Staggering and stumbling, she entered the village.
A few people looked at her in confusion but asked no questions.
She knocked on the door of the first house she saw
and slumped down in front of it.
No one came out for a while.
Noori opened the door herself and stepped inside.
It was quiet—seemed like no one lived there.
"I-is anyone there...?"
Her dry lips barely spoke the words.
She walked toward the only room inside.
There was a small courtyard with a spot for fire, and one mud room.
Nothing more.
Inside the room, on a flimsy bed, lay a frail figure.
Noori stepped in without hesitation.
The old woman turned slowly toward the sound.
"Who is it?"
The weak voice asked, eyes filled with confusion.
"I'm a traveler, Mother."
Noori replied gently.
The old woman didn't have the strength to speak.
She gestured for Noori to sit.
Noori sat on a nearby cot.
Then footsteps approached the room.
An old man walked in, setting down a water pot.
Noori helped him and placed it inside.
"Who are you, girl?"
The old man asked softly, puzzled.
"I'm a traveler, Baba Sain," Noori repeated.
Seeing water made her thirsty.
Without asking, she filled a cup and gulped it all in one go.
She felt revived.
The old man smiled kindly.
"Sit, child. I'll get something for you to eat."
"No, Baba Sain, show me where the flour and water are. I'll cook."
Touched by her gesture, he gave her the ingredients.
Noori made flatbreads.
The only thing they had to go with it was dry mango pickle—
but to her, it tasted like a feast.
After eating, sleep overcame her.
She asked for permission, laid down, and
was fast asleep instantly from exhaustion.
The old man woke her up gently in the evening.
She rubbed her eyes, splashed water on her face
and was stunned to see that night had fallen.
"Did I sleep the entire day?" she wondered aloud.
That night, after dinner, she told the old couple everything—
except one detail.
She didn't mention that the one who saved her seemed inhuman
and had disappeared into the graveyard.
Instead, she said she didn't know who he was—
only that he saved her and vanished.
"Allah Sain can defeat hawks with sparrows,"
the old man said, looking to the sky.
"Maybe he was the son of a poor peasant like me."
Touched, Noori looked upward in gratitude.
"Baba Sain, who is Allah Dad?" she asked.
The old man was shocked.
"H-how do you know Allah Dad?"
He was wide-eyed.
"The man who died—Kamil—he was his son."
Noori said.
"What are you saying, child...?"
the old man's voice trembled.
Then he broke into dance.
Noori watched him silently.
"Thank you, Allah Sain! You avenged my son!"
He ran inside—perhaps to tell his wife.
When he returned, joy sparkled in his eyes.
"Child, you've brought happiness to our home after 15 years.
May you always be blessed,"
he said, placing his hand on her head.
Noori asked what happened.
He told her they weren't childless—
but Allah Dad had taken their only son away.
Fifteen years ago, their son Musa worked at Allah Dad's mansion.
He was handsome.
Allah Dad's daughter, Nusrat, fell for him at first sight.
Despite the differences in class,
She kept pursuing him.
Musa told her it was impossible.
But love doesn't back down.
Eventually, a servant saw them together and told Allah Dad.
Without question, he had Musa kidnapped.
Three days later, his body returned.
Nusrat had pleaded her father—Musa was innocent.
But to save his honor, Allah Dad had sacrificed a life.
Nusrat went mad with grief
and cursed her father and brothers.
When Noori mentioned Kamil was Allah Dad's son,
The old man said he had finally received justice.
Noori teared up.
"My son was beautiful," the old man said.
"He bought matching clothes for both of us... these I wear now.
For 15 years I never wore them—until today."
Suddenly, Noori remembered—
Molsik wore the same color clothes.
Could he be the spirit of Musa?
Then again, she dismissed the thought—
but those glowing eyes?
Maybe he wasn't human after all...
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