Nadia Hashimi - The Pearl that Broke Its Shell

“This is the pool room,” Ghafoor announced, watching for the astonished reaction she knew the view would draw. Shekib’s mouth opened slightly and Ghafoor chuckled. Shekib ignored her amusement. The stone walls rose tall and grand. A balcony on the second level overlooked the pool.

There were plants in the room, lush green leaves that drank in the room’s moisture. The women looked over at Shekib and Ghafoor briefly, but seeing only Shekib’s good half, their attention quickly returned to their conversation. The guards walked onward.

“These rooms are for the concubines. Some have to share, but the ones with children each get their own. In about a half hour, the palace will send over lunch. The palace has female servants who come to these quarters but sometimes we help them gather the plates when the meals are done.”

“What else are we supposed to do?” Shekib’s eyes were busy looking at the maze of doors.

“Just keep an eye on things. Most important is to control the ins and outs. No one is to come in without our knowledge and approval, just as no one is to go out. Every once in a while, especially for someone who is new here, they may want to wander around. It is our responsibility to guard against things like that. And sometimes the women call on us for help with something. Nothing else, really. Like I said before, everybody has a role in the palace. This is ours.”

The voices in the large room grew louder in unsynchronized excitement. Ghafoor’s ears perked.

“Let’s go see what has the women feisty this morning. That kind of chatter means something’s going on.”

Ghafoor was not wrong. Amanullah, the king’s son, had returned to the palace.

“Why all this excitement for the king’s son?”

“Why? Do you not know about his son Amanullah? You poor thing. You have so much to learn still!”

Shekib decided Ghafoor was a snob but tolerable.

“Tell me then. Why all the fuss for him?”

“He’s the one. All bets are that he will succeed the king. He’s the governor of Kabul and he’s in charge of the army and the treasury.”

“What’s the treasury?” Shekib had never before heard the word.

“You know! It’s the group that works with the army. They give out food and uniforms. And… and sometimes they take care of the horses too.” Something about the way Ghafoor fidgeted told Shekib her answer could not be trusted. “But the most important thing about him is that he is not yet married. Amanullah is of age and his father is in search of the right bride for him. What a lucky girl she will be!”

“When will he marry?”

“The king has not yet decided. But Amanullah is well loved among the women of the harem. He is kind and handsome, more so than his father. The women servants of the palace are always on their best behavior around him, wishing they could be his concubine instead of his father’s.”

“Does he have his own harem?”

“No. He hasn’t yet married. He probably will once he marries.”

Amanullah had been gone for two months. Traveling to the disputed British-Afghan borders had exhausted him and he did not care for the usual palace pomp. Shekib would not get a look at him today but two days later, she did see his father.

Amanullah must have brought good news from the front line.

Shekib stood in the corner of the pool room shifting her weight and wondering how long she would be living in this palace. Life was comfortable enough. The rice and vegetables were plentiful, the cakes sweet. She had a blanket to keep her warm at night and the company of women-men who meant her no harm. But Shekib was still restless. She wondered what her mother and father would think to see her living in the king’s palace. She wondered if they could see her from heaven, dressed as a man. Her father would likely not notice any difference. He had never seen her as girl or boy while he walked the earth. She still grew angry when she thought of her father’s land. Her land. Seeing the torn deed scatter in the hakim ’s courtyard like fallen leaves had hurt more than Azizullah’s beating.

Bring your head out of the sky and understand your place in this world, Khanum Marjan had said.

Everyone has a purpose here in the palace, Ghafoor had told her.

Shekib wondered what her place in this world was. Something told her it was not her place to be a house servant. And it was not her place to be the unwanted granddaughter. Surely, being a harem guard could not be her fate either, as comfortable as it had seemed in the last couple of days. Shekib knew in her heart that she would need to act if she were to find her true purpose.

If she hadn’t been so preoccupied with finding a way out of her current situation, she might have noticed the king sooner. As it was, she had no idea how long he had been on the balcony. She hadn’t even noticed that the women in the pool had quieted their loud laughs and started behaving more demurely.

“Guard!”

Shekib jolted at the sound of a man’s voice. She looked up and recognized the man from the carriage. Her heart pounded.

Had he seen her daydreaming? Her defenses went up instinctively.

“Guard! Come here!”

Shekib straightened her back, bowed her head and walked up the narrow stairs that led to the balcony. The king had entered from a back stairway, unnoticed. He had his uniform on but no hat. He was leaning over the railing, eyeing the women in the pool with casual interest.

Shekib said nothing and kept her head lowered.

A lifetime passed before he spoke.

“Bring me Sakina.”

“Bring her here?”

The king turned around sharply. He was not accustomed to hearing the guards speak. His squinted eyes bored into her face. She instinctively turned to the side.

“You are new?” he said finally.

“Yes, sir.”

“Hmph. Tell Sakina I have called for her. She will show you the way.”

Shekib nodded and headed back down the stairs. The women had heard the king’s voice and awaited Shekib’s return. They were familiar with his perch and his habits. Shekib still had much to learn about the palace. The women looked at each other but dared not look up. They spoke in a hush.

Shekib stood at the poolside and looked at Sakina, her thick, dark hair pulled back in a braid and her pale shoulders beaded with moisture.

“He calls for you,” Shekib said softly.

Sakina smiled slyly, her lips pulled to one corner. “Me, again? Dear God, I thought he had had enough of me by now.” She spoke loudly enough for the ladies in the pool to hear.

Shekib saw some eyes roll, some mouths tighten. Benafsha’s green eyes fixated on Sakina’s behind.

“Some days men crave qaimaq . Other days they make do with spoiled milk.” Benafsha’s voice was cool and even. The others tried to hide their giggles. Benafsha dipped her head back, her long dark locks fanning into the water. For now, she was the qaimaq, the cream of the harem.

Sakina turned and shot her a hateful look. She stepped out of the water and reached for her towel. She wrapped it around her naked body and patted herself dry before standing at Shekib’s side. Some of the women noticed Shekib’s face for the first time.

“Allah, have mercy! Look at that! I guess after Benafsha, they have made an extra effort to pick guards who won’t tempt the king!”

“Mercy, Allah, please! I can’t even imagine…”

Sakina looked at her expectantly, ignoring the jabbering behind them.

“He said… he said you would show me the way,” Shekib said finally.

Sakina raised an eyebrow. “Yes, I know the way.”

Shekib heard the conversation continue as she turned around.