The Legend From Rhodes

There are stories that time forgets.And there are stories that time turns into legend.In the ports of the Mediterranean,where the wind carries the smell of salt,wet wood and distant lands,old sailors still tell one of the oldest stories of the sea.They tell it in the still nights,when the waves gently lap the docks and the stars light up the sky like lanterns lit by the gods.It is the story of Nikos from Rhodes and Nadira Bint Harun.Some say it was a love story.Others say it was a story of destiny.But those who have sailed a lot believe it was a battle between light and dark,between love and obsession,between what people choose and what fate prepares for them.Many generations ago,when ships with white sails crossed the Mediterranean carrying goods and dreams,and caravans crossed the deserts of Arabia following the stars of the night,two different worlds met.One belonged to the sea.The other to the desert.He was Nikos,a shipbuilder from Rhodes,a man of wood,wind and waves.He had spent his life in harbors and on decks,listening to the song of the sea and learning to respect its whims.She was Nadira Bint Harun,the daughter of a great merchant of Aden.She had grown up among spices rare,caravans from distant lands and stories brought by merchants from all the roads of the world.No one knew that a storm would bring them together.No one suspected that their meeting would change destinies.Their love would be tested by fire,kidnapping,lies and wars.Sailors who never met them.But all this was to come later.In the beginning there was only a harbor.A storm.A ship with torn sails.And a woman who watched a stranger come down the quays without knowing that at that moment fate had begun its work.And the sea,silent witness of all stories,remembered them forever.