Chapter XXXIV. Hatshepsut, The Noble Woman

Unfortunately, nothing has changed. Alara soon became her old self again in Egypt.

-Mule, I told you not to make any noise while I was sleeping, came out of the message that was delivered to his face.

When Nubia noticed her staring at her, the blood in her veins hardened, and she smacked her face with the speech, “And you too, it’s time for you to learn politeness and respect for the laws.” I didn’t bring you over to my house to cause trouble.

As the two spies listen in on their conversation at night, everything gets heated.

Hatshepsut said, “Don’t hit the girl, please, Alara; don’t do this to her; she’s a poor orphan, they were playing; children who don’t understand; they don’t know how sacred the afternoon nap is to you.” She was referring to the young girl who was an orphan.

-Instead, I won’t let her be prepared for the changeover one day unless you reveal to me the talismans, and I’ll do things with her more than I do with Marwan.

-I carefully looked into her eyes and concluded that she was unsuitable for transition. She has no fault; stop harming her based only on a figment of your thoughts.

-You are a liar, Hatshepsut, and while you were torturing everyone with my mother, I prepared for the transfer with a lot of indulgence, love, kindness, and softness. I will not allow you to deceive me now with reciprocity for Nubia, so that she is ready for what you want for her; instead, I will treat her in a way that is the exact opposite of how you treated me; this is a promise I will never break.

-What about the pledge you made to your brother Fouad?

-It’s over, you wicked Hatshepsut, you’ve wasted your time with your impassioned hyperbole.

In Egypt, the house is big, there is an extra bedroom for Nubia, each of them must sleep in their own room, an additional horror for her, for two months in Ankara, she and Marwan used to sleep on two separate beds in one room.

Their separation did not prevent the spies from holding secret meetings at night, to discuss the latest developments, study the data, analyze it, and draw predictions.

The thing that worries them the most right now is what’s causing Alara’s condition to change as soon as they get back home; she went back to the Baibars-known personality she had in Turkey, which included an hour of tenderness and love and a day of suffering and humiliation. They need to keep an eye on her condition so they can figure out how to get her back to that personality.

Meetings, no matter how long they take, but in the end everyone must return to his room. Nubia needs to find an alternative to Baibars to entertain her in the lonely hours of the night, until the morning comes, an alternative that reassures her and removes her fear.

She started to consider curses and other supernatural powers that might be able to protect her from Hatshepsut and Alara as well as everyone else who might want to harm her. Since she lives in a house, it is necessary to make distinctions because everyone there has numerous personalities. Solmaz, her secondary character, needs to be developed so that one day she will be able to stand up to Alara or Hatshepsut if necessary.

Too young for this, yet if people are under enough pressure, they will dazzle you with the outcomes, regardless of their age. In the case of a child who has nothing but a mind, all the results might be fantasies and an illusion of power that does not exist.

They soon discovered the answer from an oral confession on Alara’s lips during a routine nighttime chat with Hatshepsut. Nothing compares to the significance of facts, direct information, something you know and hear from mouth to ear.

-Sardar will return from his journey tomorrow, but you weren’t ready for him. What should be done then?

-Alara, you should at least pay him a quick visit to the beauty salon before he arrives since he’s been abroad for three months, you have to impress him a bit.

-Hatshepsut, go to sleep; I have no time for this nonsense.

-Nonsense? When will you realize that I share this body with you, that I have rights, that this is what I want. Just one of Hassan and Zainab’s nights would be nice for me. What worries you, she continued. There is nothing for you to do but gossip.

-Children, Hatshepsut, I’ve been really harsh with them lately. They might tell Sardar everything, which worries me. I need to buy some gifts to make them happy. All day, I’ll be busy with them. I must make sure that at the very least nothing is told to him.

-What you have been doing in Ankara all your life and are doing now is not always a good plan.

-With Marwan, it always turned out well.

-My plan is superior. I’ll place Sardar on your finger as a ring. He’ll ignore what you’re doing. Let me handle this vacation alone if we concentrate on him. I’ll make him lose all sense of reality for the next two weeks as he wanders in adoration of the enchanted, pampered, and beautiful worlds of Hatshepsut.

She continued, “We’ll go to the market, you’ve got a new blue dance attire, plenty of scented candles, some antiques, we’ll switch the curtains in the room for silk ones, and I’ll make him bow down at your feet, Alara.

-Hatshepsut, go to sleep; enough of this nonsense.

The tender mother was merely a part Alara played when she needed to, and perhaps her tears were just crocodile tears, along with everything else in her, which was surprising.

As it turns out, Hatshepsut is not as terrible as Marwan once believed. It also appears that her time spent for a very long period in the crypt has rendered her incapable of making the best choices for Zeinab.

She was astonished by what Alara had actually turned into.

Their entire existence is a jumble of personalities, terror, humiliating torture, faking, and acting!

Even love, the most enigmatic and beautiful human emotion, has taken on many faces where it is now merely a game and a character to play when necessary.

Hatred, rudeness, and venom are concealed under the guise of affection and love.

It’s not his first shock, and it won’t be the last.

Within the two, what appears to be an acute schizophrenia of personalities, the features of which are crystallizing day by day.