In the hospital…
Mazen, the head of the Al-Adl Organization, entered the hospital not knowing how he would talk to this person.
But as soon as he entered the patient's room, he was shocked to see Abdullah's father.
With surprise, he said:
— "Commander... it's really you?!"
Adam's expression turned serious, though there were clear signs of weakness and worry for his son. Calmly, he said:
— "It's been a long time since I last saw you, Mazen… or should I say, Head of the Al-Adl Organization."
Mazen walked up to his former commander and old friend and said with respect:
— "I pray that Allah heals your son and brings him back in good health."
Adam replied with faith:
— "In shaa Allah…"
But he remained visibly puzzled. Why is Mazen here?
Still, he had an idea. He simply chose not to show it.
Mazen understood the silence and said:
— "Can we speak in private?"
The two stepped aside, and Mazen said:
— "Unfortunately, I can't tell you everything… but your son has become very important to Egypt. That's why I'm here. If he survives, I'll protect him. And if he doesn't… well, then it won't matter."
He then looked his former commander in the eye, as if challenging him:
— "So, what will you do now, Commander?"
Adam responded calmly:
— "I'll do what I can."
Mazen sighed and said:
— "I know you understand me. Your son has become a target. They may try to assassinate or kidnap him. Some may try to exploit him here in Egypt. I'll protect him, but you know I can't do it alone."
Adam nodded, clearly having thought about that too, and said:
— "Then tell me, Mazen… what do you want? You wouldn't say all this without needing something."
Mazen smirked:
— "You're still the same, Commander…"
Then his tone shifted, his features turned serious, and his gaze became confident:
— "I want you to become the head of the soon-to-be-established Fifth Organization. You are the best man for the job. You understand medicine. You're a legend in the Egyptian army. No one is more qualified than you."
Adam looked at Mazen and said with a confident smile:
— "Did you forget what I did? How I was discharged from the army?
And now you ask me to return and lead the Fifth Organization?
Do you think I can just come back that easily… or do you already have a plan, Mazen?"
A slight smile appeared on Mazen's face:
— "The past is one thing, and the present is another.
Back then, your actions caused a problem, but your achievements reduced the consequences.
You were going to return as a basic soldier, but you refused and resigned.
Now, because of your son, and what you've done—something Egypt desperately needs—they'll negotiate with you.
With the help of us, the five, you'll return and become the head of the Fifth Organization.
What do you think? Once you're in charge of the most powerful and influential organization in the world,
you'll be able to protect your son and your family, Commander."
Adam placed his hand on Mazen's shoulder and said:
— "We'll do what you say… but only after my son wakes up safely."
Mazen smiled. He had found the perfect candidate to lead the Fifth Organization and a young heir to inherit the legacy of an ancient Egyptian god. He had hit two birds with one stone.
He went to speak with the doctor, then sat beside his friend Adam and quietly prayed for the child's healing.
Meanwhile, the mother sat in shock. She did nothing but recite Qur'an and pray to Allah, her mind unable to accept the possible loss of her son.
A small child stood watching his mother, then his father, then the room where his brother lay.
He wept silently but held himself together.
He saw everyone doing what they could…
So, he decided to do the best he could as well.
He walked up to his mother and said:
— "Mama… Mama…"
She looked at him, dazed, then asked gently:
— "What is it, my dear? Are you hungry? I'm so sorry I forgot to feed you… Tell me what you want and I'll get it for you."
The child looked at her with an adorably angry face, cheeks puffed up with tears, almost comically sad.
He replied, voice trembling:
— "I don't want to eat! How can I eat when my brother is sick?!
I'll eat with him only… I want to ask you something."
The mother understood that her son was trying to be strong and thought she'd get him food later when he was hungry.
She asked softly:
— "What do you want, my love?"
He asked:
— "Mama… aren't children the beloved of Allah?"
She was surprised by the question. It wasn't the time for this, but she answered patiently:
— "Yes, my dear… children are the beloved of Allah."
He smiled and said:
— "And Allah answers the prayers of those He loves, right?"
The mother grew more confused, and everyone in the room began to listen, not yet understanding what he was getting at.
She replied again, with patience:
— "Yes, my dear. If Allah loves someone, He answers their prayers. Not only those He loves—He listens to everyone."
The child smiled again, but tears began to return. Still, he held himself together and asked with determination:
— "Then, Mama… I'm a child, and Allah loves me, and I am His servant…
So if I pray to Allah to heal my brother…
Will He answer me and heal him?"
He looked at his mother with hopeful, expectant eyes.
Tears slipped from his eyes, but he stood firm and composed.
Everyone in the room—the nurse, the doctor, Mazen, and his parents—were stunned.
They wept from the sheer emotion… and smiled, too, because the child was just too pure and sincere.
His mother hugged him tightly and said through her tears:
— "Yes… yes, my little one. In shaa Allah, Allah will answer you and heal your brother."
The child sat, raised his hands in prayer, and began to make du'a.
Everyone in the room closed their eyes and prayed in silence.
A strange tranquility filled the room, a comforting, peaceful atmosphere like a gentle breeze from the heavens.
As for Abdullah, lying unconscious and seemingly asleep...
Inside, he was fighting to survive…
To inherit the legacy of an ancient Egyptian god.
And within his body… Abdullah appeared in the form of his soul.
He slowly opened his eyes, staring into an endless darkness with no light in sight.
Then he spoke, softly:
— "Am I… dead?"
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Next Stop: The God "Set" and the Heir Meet
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"Alright, if you liked this chapter, let me know what you think! I know this part was a bit long, but it was important—these 'small' things will matter a lot in upcoming chapters. See you in the next one!"