
The Enchanted Bazaar
By Seakh Sameer

18 Nov, 2024

Layla, a clever young merchant with bright eyes and a quick smile, navigated through the busy stalls Her hands moved deftly, inspecting spices and silks, her mind calculating profit and loss

The air was scented with saffron and incense, and the voices of merchants and customers mingled in a cacophony of haggling.

Layla paused by an old stall, her attention caught by a dusty lamp half-buried under a pile of forgotten trinkets She picked it up, intrigued by its intricate designs

A strange warmth seemed to emanate from the metal She rubbed it absentmindedly, lost in thought.

The air shimmered, and with a burst of light, Zahir, a mischievous genie with twinkling eyes and an impish grin, appeared before Layla "You have awakened me, mortal

I grant you three wishes," he declared, a playful challenge in his voice.

Layla pondered her first wish carefully, the weight of possibility heavy on her shoulders "I wish to know the truth of my past," she said at last, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and curiosity

The world around her shifted, revealing memories she had long buried: a family torn apart, a city in turmoil.

As the visions faded, Layla stood breathless, her mind reeling from the revelations "The truth is often a double-edged sword," Zahir mused, his eyes watching her intently

Layla realized that her family's fate was intertwined with the city's secrets, and her role was far greater than she imagined.

Determined to change her fate and that of Baghdad, Layla looked to Zahir once more, ready to make her next wish

Her heart was set on a path of justice and redemption, knowing that her journey had only just begun "I wish for the strength to change my destiny," she declared, her voice resolute.