He closed the door and the window in the room, looking at each other, he said in a distressed tone, "Brother!"

He sat close to him, holding his hand. The one he called brother looked at him with great difficulty, squeezed his hand, and said, "Abdul-Salam!"

Quickly, he responded, "Brother."

The brother looked at him, speaking with difficulty, and said, "Abdul-Salam, here is the trust of Junaid. Take care of him. If possible, take him out of this kingdom because I don't want him to rule."

In surprise, Abdul-Salam looked at his brother and said, "Brother? What kind of talk is this? Junaid is the only son who deserves to succeed you. He is your only male child; no one else is fit to rule but him."

He shook his head quickly and spoke softly, "No, you should rule. Please let him live the life he deserves. You know he is a knowledgeable boy who loves peace. I don't want him to grow up in this environment where his life is in turmoil."

Abdul-Salam asked, "Brother, what do you want to be done?"

His eyes began to close, and he grabbed his robe, saying, "Take care of Junaid, please, Abdul-Salam. I leave the kingdom to you; let him live his life..."

The trembling of his body prevented him from finishing his sentence. His heart stopped beating, and his breath ceased, indicating that he had passed away.

In distress, Abdul-Salam began shaking his brother, King Zubair.

He came out, his body weak. The servants and maids standing there looked at him.

The woman who was coming to enter her husband's room stopped and looked at him.

He closed his eyes and shook his head, indicating no.

The servants began to cry over the loss of the king. She started stepping back, shaking her head, then quickly moved forward, trying to enter her husband's room. He stepped aside to let her in. She saw him lying down, and in distress, she shook him, but seeing his lifeless body, she let out a cry.

The news spread throughout the palace and even into the town, with people coming to offer condolences. The house was filled to capacity.

The next day...
His wives and daughters were all present. An 8-year-old boy sat close to his mother, receiving looks of pity from some and disdain from others. He clung to his mother until he was called to perform the funeral prayer for the king. His mother looked at him and said, "Junaid, go for the funeral prayer of the king."

The maid who took care of him said, "Go."

He got up and went out.

As he left, someone asked, "What will happen to Junaid now?"

The queen, his mother, looked at the person, and the look she gave made her fall silent.

After the funeral prayer, everyone offered condolences to Abdul-Salam. At that moment, no one paid attention to Junaid. All the people who used to care for him were now with Abdul-Salam, ignoring him.

Being a child, he stood up and said, "I want to go back to my mother."

The servant who accompanied him opened the way, and they turned back.

As he reached the door of his mother's quarters, he heard someone calling, "Prince, Prince."

He turned and saw the person calling him. Quickly, he ran to him, panting. After catching his breath, he said, "Chief Abdul-Salam is calling you."

He turned back, surprised to see the man he had seen among the people earlier now alone in his father's quarters.

Entering, Abdul-Salam looked at him. Junaid, with wide eyes, began to cry. Quickly, Abdul-Salam moved to hug him. Junaid cried, asking, "Uncle, is it true that my father has died? Was he the one we prayed for earlier?"

Abdul-Salam hugged him with sympathy and said, "Junaid."

Junaid cried heavily before calming down.

Abdul-Salam looked at him and said, "We are going to bury him now. I came quickly to tell you something."

Junaid did not understand but just looked at him.

Abdul-Salam said, "You will go with this person," pointing to the young man who had called him earlier. "We will go together, but you will follow him to another place. You won't stay long; I will come to get you."