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For generations, the Zalim family had been the stern wardens of the mountain passes. They were known for a justice that was cold and unyielding. Rojhat grew up in a fortress of basalt, taught that to lead was to be feared. Yet, every morning, he watched the "Ronahi" of the sun crest the peaks, wondering if a man could ever outrun the reputation of his bloodline. The Turning Point

The story of his transformation began on a winter night when a group of traveling musicians was caught in a blizzard near the Zalim gates. Tradition dictated they be turned away; the Zalims did not host strangers. Rojhat Ronahi Zalim

It explores the idea of Individual Agency —that we are not defined by our ancestors or the labels placed upon us. If you’d like, let me know: For generations, the Zalim family had been the

Rojhat, then a young man, looked at the shivering elders and children. For the first time, the "Rojhat" in him—the new day—rebelled against the "Zalim." He threw open the heavy iron doors, defying his father’s decree. "We are Zalims," his father roared, "we do not bend!" Yet, every morning, he watched the "Ronahi" of