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🌄 The Birth of Rostam – The Lion of Zabul > The night was vast and trembling with starlight, when destiny chose to roar in the cradle of Persia. Inside the palace of Zabul, Rudabeh cried out in agony—her voice echoing like thunder across the mountains of Kabul. The moon hid behind the clouds, for it could not bear witness to such divine pain. The earth itself seemed to hold its breath. Zal, the white-haired hero, knelt beside her, his hands trembling between love and terror.…