In the hospital, specifically inside Abdullah's room, his family sat by his side while he remained in a coma, lying motionless on the bed.
His mother was worried, yet her heart overflowed with joy because her son had survived. She called for her husband and younger son to come eat, and the three of them gathered around Abdullah's bed, refusing to leave him alone.
The little boy looked up at his mother and asked:
"Mama… when will my brother wake up? I want to eat with him. Every day you say 'tomorrow,' but three days have passed and he still hasn't woken up. Is he still sick? Does that mean he won't wake up for a long time? I want to live my childhood with all of you—and with my brother."
His mother smiled and replied:
"I know you want your brother to wake up, but he's in a deep sleep now. He'll wake up once he's ready—when he breaks through to the second level and joins Sinai Global Academy."
The little boy's eyes lit up as he shouted joyfully:
"Really?! That means he'll be part of the Golden Generation?!"
Then he smiled proudly and added, "I'm sure he's stronger than all of them. He'll be number one!"
The mother laughed with him, and they shared a warm moment together. The father watched them, feeling that this was one of the happiest moments of his life. Deep down, he wished his son would wake up in peace. In that moment, he made a life-changing decision: to accept the position as the head of the new World Health Organization. With that power, he would protect his family—and their smiles.
He looked at his wife, the woman who had given him the best children and stood by him through everything. He silently vowed to make her happy for the rest of her life.
Time passed slowly for the family. Despite their concern for Abdullah, they remained hopeful and trusted in Allah, doing their best to make the little boy's moments happy—even if the reality was difficult.
After they finished eating, each went about their own way. The mother sat down with a Qur'an in hand, reading it in every spare moment. It had become her faithful companion—her way of remembering Allah and showing gratitude that her son had survived.
The little boy went and sat by his brother's bed, staring at him and imagining a prank he'd play once Abdullah woke up. He didn't want everyone to worry like this again. A soft yet mischievous smile formed on his face as he whispered with longing:
"Wake up, brother… I really miss you."
He tried to hold back his tears. Meanwhile, the father called the head of the Justice Organization to discuss procedures and how the Sixth Medical Organization would be involved.
Time passed quickly—so quickly they didn't notice.
They were all brought back to the present by the sound of the Asr adhan.
Surprised by how fast time had flown, the father looked at his son and said with a teasing grin:
"Did you forget how to make wudu? Want me to show you again?"
The boy replied with a smirk, knowing his father was teasing him:
"I remember… but if you want to help me, I won't say no. You're my dad after all."
The father, caught off guard, chuckled and said:
"Alright, go do your wudu before I hit you, you little rascal!"
The child ran off playfully, rolling up his sleeves to make wudu. His mother smiled and went to make wudu as well, followed by the father.
They all lined up for prayer—father in front, mother and son behind—like a perfectly in-sync family. Though they felt Abdullah's absence, they still said Alhamdulillah that he was alive.
After prayer, a nurse entered Abdullah's room as usual to check on him. She exchanged a few words with his mother and then left.
The peace didn't last long.
The little boy, seeing his father talking to his mother, decided it was the perfect time to stir up some trouble. He walked over and said dramatically:
"Daddy, don't you have work? Do you want me—a poor little kid—and my sick brother to go work because you're about to get fired? I didn't expect you to be this kind of father, really... But I guess you are my dad, and I have no choice."
Then he looked at his mother and said innocently:
"Don't worry, Mama. I'll work and help you."
He paused, looked back at his dad, and added:
"But only because my brother is sick."
His mother hugged him, laughing at the situation—just as she always did when her children teased their father or when he teased them back.
The father, half-laughing, half-annoyed, said:
"I guess you've gotten so comfortable these days that your tongue's grown longer than your body!"
The boy stuck out his tongue and replied with mock seriousness:
"Dad, didn't you go to school? It's impossible for a tongue to be longer than the body! Look!"
And he stuck his tongue out again, clearly just trying to provoke his father.
The father laughed and said:
"Alright then, do you want the stick or the belt? I'm a democratic father—choose how you want to be punished!"
The child ran behind his mother, giggling and shouting loudly:
"Save me! There's a dad bullying his poor little son… and even his wife!"
The room filled with light-hearted laughter and warmth.
But suddenly, the child stopped laughing. His expression changed—his eyes wide with disbelief, tears forming.
He raised his hands and pointed toward the bed, as if what he was seeing couldn't possibly be real.
The mother and father followed his gaze… and were shocked.
Abdullah… was awake.
He was smiling and quietly laughing at them.
At that moment, Abdullah had opened his eyes. He saw his family and heard his little brother's voice. He smiled—but remained silent, not wanting to scare them.
He smiled to himself, thinking of all that had happened. So much… all triggered by the awakening of this "inheritance."
He whispered to himself:
"What should I do now?"
Then he smirked and said:
"This is déjà vu… I said this exact sentence at the beginning of the second arc."
He looked at his family and laughed.
"Alright… everything is about to begin again."
Next Stop: A New Plan and Realizing the Situation
-----
"As always—if you liked this chapter, tell me your thoughts!
I'm especially curious:
- What do you think of Abdullah 's little brather ?
- How do you feel about this family dynamic?
Yes, the story is progressing slowly—but every detail matters for the bigger picture.
Hang in there with me!
And if you've got any advice to share… I'm all ears."