Scene 1
12th July, 2040.
Fifteen years have passed.
The air was cold and heavy. A soft fog floated above the ground, wrapping the silent graveyard in a grey blanket. Dry leaves moved slightly under the weight of the wind, but nothing else disturbed the stillness.
In the middle of this empty space stood a man. Alone.
He didn't move much. He just stood there — straight, calm, strong. His long black coat flowed gently in the wind. His black hair fell freely to the sides of his face, a bit longer than usual but clean and simple. His beard was short and well-kept. There were some light signs of age around his eyes, but his face still looked sharp — like a man who had lived many lives in one lifetime.
This was Basim.
He looked different now. Older, yes — but not weak. In fact, he looked more dangerous than ever. Not in a loud way, but in a quiet, careful way. His eyes held a depth that made it hard to guess what he was thinking. There was peace in him… but not the kind that comes from happiness. It was the peace that comes after loss, after accepting the darkness.
In his hands, he held two white roses.
He walked slowly, carefully, and stopped in front of two graves — side by side.
He bent down and gently placed one rose on each.
The first grave said:
"In Loving Memory of Lily Johnson
1999 – 2025"
"Kindness is not weakness."
The second grave, beside it, said:
"In Loving Memory of Scar Salazar
1977 – 2037"
"The world is a game. I taught him how to play."
Basim stared at the names for a long time. His eyes didn't blink. His breathing was quiet.
Then he closed his eyes… and whispered something. It was soft. Only the dead could hear it.
He stayed silent for a few more seconds, then stood up again. No tears. No smile. Just silence.
He turned around and walked back towards a black SUV parked near the gate.
The car was clean, expensive, and heavy-looking. A symbol of quiet power.
Inside the car, on the driver's seat, sat a man named Hyder. He looked younger than Basim — maybe in his early thirties. Simple haircut, clean face, dark jacket. He looked like a man who followed orders, but also understood them. Loyal, focused, and silent unless needed.
Basim opened the front door and sat beside him.
He pulled out a slim laptop, placed it on his lap, and pressed the power button. The screen came alive with a soft glow.
A world map appeared — digital and detailed — with red dots blinking across many countries.
Hyder looked at him from the side. He didn't smile. He just asked, in a flat voice, "What's next?"
Basim stared at the screen. Then slowly closed the laptop. His eyes looked forward, calm but firm.
He gave his answer in one word.
"Town."
The engine started. The car moved forward and disappeared into the fog.
The graveyard returned to silence.
Scene 2
A black SUV moves slowly through a dense jungle.
The road is narrow, rough, and covered with fallen leaves. Trees on both sides stand tall like giants, their branches hanging low, blocking the sky.
The vehicle keeps going—10 km… 20 km… 30 km deep inside the forest.
Then, the jungle opens slightly.
But not into sunlight.
Instead, a hidden town appears. Covered entirely under the thick jungle canopy, the town is invisible from the sky. The branches above are so dense that no sunlight reaches the ground. From the outside world — even from satellites — this town doesn't exist. Just endless trees.
The town is old, silent, and strange.
In the center, a straight road cuts through — the main street. On both sides of the road, small houses are built close together, mostly wooden, a few made of stone and iron. Every building is under trees, as if the forest is protecting them… or hiding them.
There's a mosque with a small courtyard. A narrow river runs quietly near the town's edge. It flows down from a waterfall a few kilometers away, hidden deeper in the forest. Close to the river is a calm lake, clear and still.
The town has all the basics — and more:
A police station with one jeep outside
A small hospital with a faded red cross on the wall
A school with a broken swing in the front yard
A playground, overgrown with grass
An animal farm, where goats and chickens walk freely
Wide fields, freshly watered but empty
A restaurant, closed but still clean
A mechanic's garage with old tools
A blacksmith's shed
A post office, silent and dusty
And a large, open graveyard in the north corner — untouched, quiet, sacred
It's afternoon, but the light here feels like early evening.
The town is completely silent. No children playing. No shops open. No sounds — except for the soft crunch of the SUV's tires.
As Basim's black SUV stops near a large stone building, curtains move in the nearby houses. People are watching through windows — eyes filled with fear, or maybe curiosity. But no one comes outside. No doors open.
The vehicle turns off. Silence returns.
Basim steps out first. Calm. Focused.
Hyder follows. Quiet as always.
They walk toward the building's door. No words exchanged.
The building is old but strong. A Meeting House — the heart of the town.
Inside, a few people are already seated. Waiting. Their faces are serious.
The room is lit by hanging lanterns. There's no electricity here — only tradition and fear.
Basim enters. Everyone turns toward him.
They were expecting him.
Scene 3
The meeting hall is silent.
Inside, twelve people sit in a wide circle — all dressed simply, their faces calm but firm. No one knows who these twelve truly are, but the town runs under their watch. They report only to one person…
Basim.
Today, a case is about to be judged.
Two men are brought in front of Basim.
Hyder leans close and whispers,
Hyder: "This man is Raheem. He sells fish in the town. He says Arbaaz stole from his shop. But there's no witness. And Arbaaz says he didn't do it."
Basim nods. He looks at Raheem.
Basim: "Did you see him steal with your own eyes?"
Raheem: "Yes."
Basim: "Any witness?"
Raheem: "No."
Basim: "Did you forget? No case is valid without evidence or witness."
Raheem: "My witness is Allah. If I lie, I'll be punished in the afterlife. I swear by God, he stole from me."
Basim turns to Arbaaz.
Basim: "Did you steal the fish?"
Arbaaz: "No. I paid for it. I bought it."
Basim: "Then why did he accuse you?"
Arbaaz: "I gave 500 rupees for the fish. I bought it fair and clear."
Basim: "How much was the fish per kg? And how much did you take?"
Arbaaz (thinking): "It was 200 rupees per kg… I took 2.5 kg."
Raheem speaks up sharply.
Raheem: "He did take 2.5 kg, but fish is 400 rupees per kg. I've sold it at the same price for the last 3 days."
People in the room nod in agreement. They've bought fish from Raheem too.
Arbaaz's hands start to shake.
Arbaaz: "Please forgive me… I made a mistake. I swear I won't do it again. Just give me one last chance."
Basim looks at him coldly.
Basim: "I already gave you a chance before. You were caught stealing back then too. This time, the punishment will be carried out."
He stands up.
Basim: "After Asr prayer, his right hand will be cut off."
Arbaaz: "Please… have mercy… I have two small children…"
Basim: "You should've thought of that before stealing. If you were in trouble, you could've dropped a letter in the complaint box outside this hall. But you chose crime. Now you'll face the punishment."
Basim signals. Guards take Arbaaz away.
The trial ends. The townspeople silently leave the meeting hall.
Only Basim and Hyder stay behind.
In front of them are three wooden boxes on a table:
1. Complaint Box
2. Donation Box
3. Suggestion Box
Basim opens the Complaint Box first.
There are three letters.
Complaint 1 – from Hammad's house
"My crops were ruined in the rain. I'm in financial trouble. I request $10,000 for the next 6 months."
Complaint 2 – from Arif's house
"I'm of marriage age, but no one wants to give me their daughter because I don't have a job. Please help."
Complaint 3 – from Sana's house
"Our roof is leaking badly after the rain. Please fix it."
Basim reads all three.
Basim: "Give Hammad the $10,000, but make sure he brings a guarantor and two witnesses. Get it in writing."
Hyder: "Done."
Basim: "Give Arif work at the animal farm. Let him take care of the goats. Fix his salary."
Hyder: "Noted."
Basim: "Repair Sana's roof immediately. I want all three tasks completed within 3 days. Report back to me."
Hyder: "Consider it done."
Basim opens the Donation Box.
He counts: $17,450.
He adds some more cash from his own pocket. Then locks the total amount in a safe and takes out a register.
He writes down the entry — every amount recorded properly.
Then, he takes some money from the safe and gives it to Hyder.
Basim: "Distribute this to the Twelve. It's their monthly salary."
Hyder nods and walks out.
He goes from door to door, giving payments:
1. Imam Rashid Husain – mosque
2. Dr. Ma'aroof Khan – hospital
3. Principal Khalid Abdullah – school
4. Commissioner Syed Iqbal – police station
5. Butcher Kasim Qureshi
6. Carpenter Akram Saifi
7. Cobbler Irfan Ahmed
8. Tailor Burhan Ali
9. Electrician Maqbool Alam
10. Milkman Arman Malik
11. Accountant Salah ud Deen
12. Businessman Asif Ghani
These twelve men keep the town running. They handle everything.
But Basim's word is final. All decisions go through him.
Back in the meeting hall, Basim opens the Suggestion Box.
Only one letter.
From Asif Ghani (Businessman)
"The whole town has electricity now… except this meeting hall. Please install power here too."
Just then, Hyder walks back in.
Basim looks up.
Basim: "Arrange for electricity in this meeting hall too."
Hyder: "Understood."
Basim stands. Walks out of the hall slowly.
The trees above still block the sun.
The town remains silent.
He walks toward home — alone — while the forest watches.
Scene 4 – The Hidden Order Begins
Time: 4:00 PM
Location: Hidden Town of Momin
The sun had started to go soft. It was 4 in the evening.
The town, which was completely silent in the afternoon, was now full of life. Children were playing in the playground, their laughter echoing in the air. Men had returned to their shops in the market. Women were busy preparing food in their homes — the scent of spices, curry, and fresh bread filled the air from every direction.
Basim was walking back home.
As he walked along the main road of the town, he passed by a notice board placed on the corner of the path.
Town Rules (Written on the Notice Board):
1. No stealing
2. No fighting
3. No arguments in public
4. Break time: 1 PM to 3 PM
5. All markets and work must close after Maghrib (sunset)
6. No cheating or mixing in products
7. Follow daily prayers
8. Respect women, elders, and guests
9. No music or dancing in public
10. Do not spread rumors or lies
11. Give zakat (charity) regularly
12. Help your neighbors in need
13. Maintain cleanliness in and around your house
14. Men must attend Friday prayers in the mosque
15. No entry for non-Muslims
Basim smiled briefly at the board and continued walking.
As he reached his house, the wooden door opened before he could knock.
His wife Zainab greeted him with a warm smile:
Zainab: "Assalam o Alaikum."
Basim: "Wa Alaikum Assalam."
His son Abdullah, around 7 years old, rushed to him excitedly:
Abdullah: "Assalam o Alaikum Abba! How are you? Did you bring any gift for us?"
Basim laughed gently and bent down to hug him.
Basim: "Wa Alaikum Assalam, Alhumdulillah, I'm well. Here, this is a mini bank for you. Start saving your own money now."
Then he turned to Zainab, handing her a small box wrapped in white cloth.
Basim: "And this is for you — your favorite coconut sweet. Just don't forget to leave a piece for me."
Zainab smiled. "Only if you behave."
Their Home & Background:
This very house once belonged to Scar Salazar — a powerful man in the past.
Zainab is Salazar's daughter, and after Salazar's death, everything he owned passed on to Zainab.
Now, Basim and Zainab live here, and Basim has become the leader of the entire town.
Population of the Town:
Total Families: 40
Total People: 167
60 Women
50 Men
57 Children
And everyone here is Muslim.
No one else is allowed to live in or enter this town.
After freshening up, Basim went to his room and opened his laptop.
A large map appeared on the screen — a map he designed himself.
This was the map of his town.
He zoomed out slightly.
Another town appeared.
Then another.
And another…
Soon, he could see five other hidden towns around the world — just like his.
1. Hidden Town of Momin – under Basim
2. Hidden Town of Jews – under Noah
3. Hidden Town of Christians – under Jordan
4. Hidden Town of Sanatan – under Shiv
5. Hidden Town of Buddhists – under Dashin
6. Hidden Town of Atheists – under William
These towns were spread across the world, all invisible from the outside, hidden beneath forests, mountains, or deserts. No satellite could see them. No human could find them — unless allowed.
Basim then opened another window.
It had the names of all the town leaders, the people known as Lords.
👑 The Structure of Power:
Each town has:
12 Lords – who manage and protect the town
1 Chief Lord – like basim in Basim's town
But there's a deeper truth...
> None of these Chief Lords know about each other.
They all believe they're reporting to a higher unknown authority.
But in reality, they're all reporting to one man.
Basim.
Project Name:
"The Hidden Order"
A global secret system.
Each town, isolated. Each group, controlled.
Each leader, unknowingly working under Basim.
And Basim?
He's planning something much, much bigger.