Chapter XXIV. The renewed dream

In one of the cheap hotels, in the Sultanahmet district of Istanbul, Baibars sat on a chair with his face towards the window…

A voice behind him tells him: Do you think he will come here?

Baibars: I don’t know, he must. He is anxious to know the fate of his father.

-Are you sure that his father is the leader of the takfiri sect?

– Absolutely, I have no doubts, since Sheikh Suleiman is an Air Force Intelligence agent, as I heard personally from him.

-So how are we going to convince him to act against his father? against Air Force Intelligence? And against his government?

-We will not convince him. The important thing is that he comes to Istanbul. This is their card against his father, and it will be ours.

Voice: Well, what do we have left?

-Mesopotamia’s sniper, everyone is chasing him, he must be protected, never let them get him.

-Why are you so interested in him?

-He is my idea, I made him, and even though he is older than me, I feel like he is my son, I can’t imagine anything bad happening to him.

-“Well, my friend, the only thing we have to worry about is you. We can’t imagine anything wrong with you, given how much risk you’ve been taking lately.”

-you all? Do you think they care about me as much as you do?

-Yes, everyone is worried about you. Be careful not to be found out, losing you is not easy.

He left the hotel, to where his feet led him, Istanbul is beautiful, and Sultanahmet Square tells the history of an empire, the Ottoman Empire, one of the most influential empires in history, not only human history but the history of Baibars himself.