By: Nuradeen, Nomadic Grain Merchant Turned Reluctant War Bard

Salam, Peace, and Pew Pew to All!

When I was a child in Arar, sitting by the fire with dried dates and strong tea, the elders used to tell me stories — tales not found in scrolls or books, but in the blood memory of our people.


One tale always stuck with me:

The Invasion of the Sacred Land.

Not Just Greed — But Jealousy

They said the foreign enemies came not only because of greed — not just for the oil, the gold, the camels with perfect jawlines — but out of jealousy.

Jealousy of our strength.

Jealousy of our glory.

Jealousy of our legendary heroes.

The Golden Champions of the Tournaments

Since ancient times, Saudi Arabia produced warriors unlike any other.

They roamed the world’s greatest tournaments — from the icy duels of Siberia to the spiciest chili-eating contests in Chile — and won. Every. Single. Time.


With every victory came treasure, fame, and most dangerously… envy.

The Shadow Gathers


And so, in the darkest corners of the world, they gathered.

The envious.

The bitter.

The losers of past tournaments.

They came together and whispered of war — of vengeance — of taking back what they never earned.

And one day…

they struck.

One by one, our shining cities fell.

The desert ran red. The palm trees wept dates. The falcons flew no more.

Until only one remained:

Riyadh.

Our final bastion.

There, the last of the heroes made their stand.


Wave after wave of evil forces crashed against our walls.

The heroes fought bravely — until their hands bled and their swords broke.

It was the end.

Or so we thought...

A Screech Across the Sky

Just as hope turned to dust, a thunderous screech cut through the smoke.

At first, we thought it was the sound of doom.

But then...

We saw them.

Black dots on the horizon.

Growing larger.

Larger.

Until we saw the truth.

Warriors on Eagles.

THE AMERICANS HAD ARRIVED

A thousand warriors of freedom, each astride a mighty eagle, wings gleaming with justice.

They dove into the enemy ranks with fury and grace, and chaos exploded in the enemy lines.

And in that moment, the heroes of Riyadh rose for one final charge — side by side with their new allies.

Together, they broke the siege.

Together, they saved Saudi Arabia.


But Peace Was Temporary

We thought it was over.

We thought the evil had slithered back into its caves for good.

We were wrong.

A few days ago, rumors began to spread once more.

The dark banners rise again.

But this time — they struck America.

Yes, our ally.

Yes, our savior.

The beacon is lit.

The United States of America calls for aid.

And now… it is our turn.


To War!

Gather your camels.

Sharpen your scimitars.

Polish your falcons.

This is no longer a fight for glory — it is a fight between good and evil.

And Riyadh remembers.


Signed,

Nuradeen

Grain Merchant by Trade. War Historian by Necessity. Defender of Desert and Democracy.

"They came for us once. Now we come for them — together."