Scene One
In the heart of a night thick with smoke, the ground trembled beneath the distant roar of explosions, the scent of gunpowder mingling with the dampness of the air. Behind one of the missile platforms stood Turki Abu Turki, his shoulders taut, eyes blazing with a sharp gleam as he fixed his gaze on the dark horizon where the shadow of the enemy lingered. He raised his hand to the launch controls and shouted, his voice tearing through the desert silence:
— “Allahu Akbar… Allahu Akbar… Allahu Akbar!”
The earth quaked as the first missile burst forth, slicing through the sky like a flaming comet, leaving behind a trail of fire and smoke.
A few meters away, Abu Talha stood behind the second missile, his body swaying under the force of the engine’s rumble, his eyes shimmering with
