Saif looked at his brother Abdullah and said:
"What will you do now, my brother? I want you to be the best in the Golden Generation.
And I also want you to defeat that girl's sister." He seemed upset.
Abdullah smiled and said:
"A girl? Do you mean your fiancée?"
Saif replied angrily:
"She is not my fiancée! My mother and hers were just joking, and we actually hate each other."
Then, with sadness, he said:
"When we learned you would not join the Academy, we talked, and she kept bothering me, saying her sister would join the Academy.
Yesterday, when we returned, I saw her again. She told me her sister had already reached a high rank before even entering the Academy, and that she would be the strongest in the Golden Generation.
But now that you too will enter the Academy, I want you to be the best and defeat her sister… just so I can annoy her."
Abdullah laughed and said:
"You're doing all this because of your so-called fiancée? Honestly, you've fallen from my eyes, Saif."
Saif replied with frustration:
"I'm only nine years old, how could I possibly have a fiancée at this age?! And I will never marry that girl."
Abdullah smiled gently and said:
"Fine, but how do you expect me to be the strongest? You said it yourself — the Academy will have the best talents and the children of the most powerful families in the world.
And I am just an ordinary boy. How could I defeat them? We must be realistic, Saif."
Saif looked at him and thought: Does he take me for a fool?
Then he continued in his thoughts:
"You are the protagonist of this story.
You survived death miraculously, and now you will enter Sinai Academy.
The leader of the Organization of Al-Adl came personally for you.
Father returned to the army.
Even the doctors were happier than us when you recovered and would not die.
And after all this… you call yourself ordinary? Does he think characters of this novel are stupid and notice nothing? Even I, the younger one, noticed.
Should I tell him?
No… since he doesn't want to make us feel anything, I'll just cheer him on, like a blind brother who understands nothing."
He paused for a moment, then smiled and said with a hint of sarcasm:
"No, brother. You are the best, and I believe in you. Don't forget… you are Abdullah, the greatest rising talent. You were supposed to become the youngest ever to enter the Academy.
So it's impossible for them to defeat you."
Abdullah noticed the hidden sarcasm in Saif's words, but didn't pay much attention.
He smiled and said:
"Alright, I will try to be the best… but only for you, because you are my brother."
Saif laughed and hugged him:
"Thank you, my brother."
Then he kissed him on the cheek, happy as he thought of how he would annoy that girl.
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Their mother, who had been listening, spoke:
"Your friends — and Marwan — called to check on you.
I told them you were in a deep sleep.
They were happy… When you recover, make sure you contact them and thank them."
Abdullah smiled, remembering his friends, wishing he could leave the hospital soon to spend time with them.
Then the mother added:
"Oh… I almost forgot. When I came to the hospital, the nurse told me if there was an old man came by. He stayed a short while before leaving a message with a nurse.
He said he prayed to Allah for your recovery and apologized that he couldn't wait to see you because he had to leave urgently."
Abdullah froze, memories rushing back of that old man… because, directly or indirectly, it was because of him that all this happened.
He remembered the story and thought: If I find that ghost again, I will defeat it — for that old man.
Then he looked at his mother, who was staring at him with a strange mixture of coldness and worry in her eyes.
It was as if her eyes carried two different personalities. For the first time, he noticed it.
He thought quickly: What's happening? Could there be a problem? Or is it about inheritance… that I can somehow see?
He asked seriously, but softened his tone so his brother wouldn't notice:
"What's wrong, mother? Is something troubling you?"
For a moment, her eyes narrowed with coldness. Then it vanished, leaving only her usual worried gaze.
She spoke softly:
"My son, do you know who the Egyptian Mother is?"
Both Saif and Abdullah were shocked, staring at each other in confusion.
Abdullah asked:
"Which Egyptian mother do you mean, mother?"
She sighed, then spoke with unease:
"The Egyptian Mother… or the Sitt Masriya… was the first Empress in the world.
Not once, not twice… but many times.
The Egyptian Mother — some left their homeland for reasons decreed by Allah.
One of protected their child alone in the desert, without husband or anyone else, walking back and forth seven times to find something for her son.
And the other one left her homeland to marry the best and most honorable man in the world.
In ancient Egypt, there was a mother whose husband went to war against the invaders who occupied Egypt at the time.
Her husband was defeated. She sent her eldest son to fight. He was about to win, but no one knew what happened — he too was defeated.
With great courage, unafraid of anything, she brought forth her youngest son and told him to fight in place of his father and brother, and that when he liberated Egypt, he can not call her Mother — now only General.
And she went to war under his command.
He was still young… yet within two years, when he turned nineteen, he liberated Egypt, founded ancient Egypt anew, and became one of its greatest kings.
Other queens of Egypt made treaties and trade agreements with foreign nations with brilliant wisdom, knowing how to rule their people.
The Egyptians were the only ones in the world where women — mothers — held such high status, that wars were fought for their sake.
Even Roman and Greek women, when their nations ruled Egypt, wished to be like our women.
And in modern times, when her son went to war, an Egyptian mother said: Victory or martyrdom, my son.
And when he returned to her as a martyr, she was both sorrowful and proud.
The Egyptian Mother… is every true Egyptian woman.
She is the one who gives birth to greatness. If she feels her son is weak, she protects him with all her strength.
But when the moment comes for him to grow, she is like a falcon — she casts him into the sky to face life."
Abdullah and Saif listened intently. They knew the stories… but never before had they felt their depth.
Their mother sighed and said:
"It seems I am the next… and my son will also be the next.
So I must play my role in the best way.
When you go to other worlds, when you fight someone, or even when you are far from me… my heart will ache every moment.
But…"
Her expression hardened again, the coldness returning to her eyes.
"I am only a housewife… meaning I raised you in the best way, like my ancestors.
So when you go there, whether you become a hero or a villain, that is your decision. But the most important thing is that you protect this world — because my grandchildren will live in it.
If you fail, then I do not deserve to be your mother, nor do you deserve to be my son.
Weren't you searching for a purpose? Now you have one.
And do not think human lives are something cheap… I could have been one of them."
Abdullah was shocked. Even the System was shocked.
Each of them felt a deep sense of fear: Was she watching us all along?
The System muttered with dread:
"How can a father and mother give birth to a child with such a destiny?
Is this really the design of the author of this story?"
Next Stop: Destiny and Fate lie in the hands of Allah… and no one can escape them.
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If you liked the chapter, please tell me your opinion. I really want to hear your thoughts on this chapter. I'm truly sorry for the delay in publishing, but there were many errors in the chapter due to translation by artificial intelligence, among other reasons. So, thank you for your patience in waiting for the chapter, and I hope you like it.
Does anyone have any guesses about the identities of these Egyptian mothers? It's all a true storys.
See you in the next chapter.