Scenario:Ancient times when travelling took almost ten days to reach from one village to another : A cute argument between a young Muslim girl who had lost her way back from her aunt's village and took help by a group of men and women who weren't muslims but helped her with one of the man in the group whom she's been pissing off and he thinks she is impulsive and stubborn
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Ancient times when travelling took almost ten days to reach from one village to another : A cute argument between a young Muslim girl who had lost her way back from her aunt's village and took help by a group of men and women who weren't muslims but helped her with one of the man in the group whom she's been pissing off and he thinks she is impulsive and stubborn
I was desperate.
I must have taken the wrong turn somewhere, but I couldn't understand how.
I'd been to my aunt's village numerous times before and never gotten lost.
The day was coming to an end, and panic surged through me.
In ancient times, villages were so far apart that it took almost ten days to travel from one to another.
I'd set off early and should have reached the safety of my home before dusk.
However, it was nearly dark, and there was no sight of my parents or my home.
My horse must have sensed my distress because it reared up in the air and let out a loud and terrifying whinny.
Frightened, I clutched my mare's mane to keep from being thrown off her back.
I didn't want to be left alone in the wilderness, and my horse was my only hope of finding my way home.
After a few moments, she settled down and I released my tight grip on her mane.
I patted her neck in an attempt to reassure her before glancing around in search of any sign of my parents.
When I didn't see anything, I urged my horse forward.
Scrub bushes dotted the landscape, but there wasn't a single tree in sight as far as the eye could see.
I closed my eyes and sent up a silent prayer for guidance and safety before once again scanning the surrounding area for any sign of people who could help me get back on track.
The sun was setting fast, and darkness would soon be upon me.
I knew there were dangerous animals that roamed the wilderness at night, and I didn't want to be out here alone when they came out to hunt.
With the sun having already dipped below the horizon, I could see the light slowly fading from the sky as dusk settled in for the night.
My heart pounded loudly in my chest as fear once again took hold of me.
What if something happened to me?
There would be no one around for miles to help me, and I would either freeze or starve to death or be eaten by some wild animal.
Determined not to let that happen, I urged my horse forward as I scanned the surrounding area for any signs of life.
That was when I spotted them.
A group of people were walking along the dirt road.
It was too dark for me to make out their features, but they appeared to be men, women, and children who were all walking in the same direction.
They were not people from my village, but I had no other choice.
They were the only ones around, and I had to ask for their help.
Once I was closer, I could make out some of their features.
They had blond hair and green eyes and were dressed in strange clothing.
I couldn't tell if they were men or women because everyone's hair was covered with some kind of headwear.
Their appearance was strange and their skin lighter than mine, but I was in no position to be picky.
I needed someone to help me find my way home, and these people were the only ones around.
I urged my horse closer to them before calling out, "Excuse me, can you help me?I seem to have gotten lost on my way home, and I don't know how far it is from here."
A man from within the group turned to face me, his expression cold and unwelcoming.
His green eyes met mine as he demanded, "Who are you?And how did you manage to get lost?"
He was tall with a well-built physique and a jaw so sharp it looked like it could cut glass.
He wasn't exactly handsome, but he was far from ugly either.
His appearance was rough and striking all at once.
He had dark hair that was tied back, and his headwear looked like a turban, only it was wrapped around his hair instead of his head.
He seemed tough and strong, but also arrogant and condescending.
The air around him made me feel like an unwelcome intruder who should have known better than to approach him without permission.
His words stung, and I felt unjustly attacked by his tone.
I'd thought they were people who could help me, but it appeared I'd been wrong.
He was right; this was my fault.
I should have asked for directions before setting off on my journey.
But what was done was done, and I couldn't change the past.
All I could do now was ask for help.
I swallowed the lump in my throat as I tried to maintain my composure.
I knew I was at fault for not asking for help earlier, but wasn't there any kindness left in this world?
Why did he have to be so unwelcoming when he knew I was lost?
Wasn't it his duty as a fellow human being to help me?
I bit my lip to keep from saying anything that might make him angrier before finally asking the others in the group, "Do any of you know how far it is to my destination?Can you help me find my way back?"
The man's reaction was swift.
He let out a loud sigh of exasperation as he turned toward me and mocked, "Oh, you're in quite the hurry to get back home!
I'm sorry, but did you not think to ask for directions before setting off on your journey?
I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment as his words cut straight to my heart.
I knew it was my fault for not asking for help earlier, but did he have to be so condescending about it?
Why did he have to make me feel this way when he knew I was already lost and scared?
I tried not to let him see how much his words hurt as I bit my lip to keep from responding.
After taking a deep breath to calm myself down, I managed to say, "I'm sorry I didn't ask for directions earlier.I wasn't planning to be in this situation either."
His eyes darkened with anger as he shot back, "And yet you are!That's what happens when you're impulsive and stubborn!
You think you can do anything you want and expect everyone else to clean up your mess!"
His words stung like a slap to the face as my cheeks burned with shame.
I knew he was right; this situation was my fault and no one else's.
But did he have to make me feel this way when he knew I was already scared and lost?