Their father's name is Zayyan!, but they call him Babiy, their mother Jamaima! They call her Ummu. The land of Rum is their ancestral land since their parents and grandparents, this is the only place they know, and this is the only place they live. As I told you at the beginning, the Roman Empire was a country with a lot of different kinds of wealth that was exported within the country and outside it, starting from gold, agriculture, livestock, trees and many other things. However, despite this wealth that GOD gave them, it did not prevent some from being in the position of the poor. Just like them, their father was a poor man with the secret of GOD. A farmer and a shepherd, in his farming he also grew honey. You can find any kind of honey in his hands, this is why he dealt with the Roman Empire. Although they were not rich, their father was a strict and cautious man, and he stood firm in ensuring that they received religious and modern education like the children of the privileged. Their home is a wonderful and inspiring place in terms of mutual interaction, full of love and affection. They have no desire but to please each other, you will always find them in a state of joy because their poverty has never been a concern for their lives or a detriment to their happiness. If one is sick, it is as if they are all sick, if one is happy, it is as if they are all happy. They are friends and allies of each other, including their parents. They have a lot of dreams for life, some written, some written in their hearts, some openly, some hidden in the depths of their hearts. Some have been fulfilled, some of their painful and tearful plans that are currently underway have cut the thread leading to their fulfillment. The story of their transformation, and their breakup, begins on a day that coincides with the completion of the remaining four days of the traditional festival that the Roman country is celebrating. A day whose history cannot be erased, whose hearts cannot forget, whose history and legacy will never cease to repeat itself, even in the afterlife.

         At the end of each month, Babiy would deliver three jars of honey to the Pomegranate, but during the annual festival, he would deliver ten jars to his son. Only the honey farmers were allowed to use the honey that the king had been using since the time of Tajwar Haysam. Even after his death, he did not stop responding. However, despite this permission, they were always surrounded by various security measures, all because of the honey that Babiy used to provide Tajwar. On the day that the four days of the festival were over, Babiy was so ill that he did not allow Hanash to accompany them all to the garden where he was growing honey to put it in the new jars that would be used in the Pomegranate. If only he knew his delay or his fate, his family would never have let this time come, even in their dreams. But alas, fate had already come, as those who could speak of it hoped. They went out happily, because Babiy only let them into his garden three times a year. Not only the garden, even when they went out to school, they would dress in a way that would cover their entire appearance, because his children carried a kind of secret that would attract the attention of anyone who would come to see them, so they always dressed in Arab attire, including a veil, only their eyes could be seen and the palms of their hands, today they went out in their original state without the knowledge of their parents, although they were still wearing abayas, but without a veil. They themselves knew what was going to happen to them in life, which would be to multiply their veil upon veil, more than sixty times, if it were to prevent the arrival of a single pair of scissors to cut off the golden joy in their hearts.

     They arrived at the garden and carried out the tasks that Babiy had instructed them to do with joy and pleasure. They picked a bunch of small trees, each with their own hopes of what they would do with them on the day of the traditional festival that was approaching. Their entry into the house was accompanied by the arrival of tambura and the strange and surprising sounds of the alagaitu in their ears and those of all the other ordinary people in the town, because of something that was not usual except for the occasional appearance of Tajwar from there on the road, not in a neighborhood like that.