"I had a dream that in about four centuries give or take a few years, there will be a gold craze," Mansa told his blacksmith he had summoned late that night after the ishaa prayer. Therefore, I want to help so that the blacksmiths of their times don't have to worry about making this blessing from Allah." So he told the alchemist of his time about his plans to go to Mecca and give in charity the gold of his land as much as he could on his way there.
"Mansa, you can't change the future. In 400 years, they would have spent it all," the blacksmith reasoned with an incredulous face. Besides, that can bring us nazar- evil eye.
"Well, I can try to make a difference and leave the rest to Allah. What has been ordained for us can't be changed brother. There must be a reason why I had that dream. One more thing before you leave, make me a silver ring like no other for myself. And...a silver bracelet with the name Sohle inscribed on it in gold letters please. May God grant us the morning, ameen. Ani su (Good night)," Mansa had said as his cheeks flushed with blood under the starry and breezy night. The whole village was sleeping except his guards, him, and the Alchemist at the light of the full moon.
©Papatia Feauxzar 2017