The Beginning of the Battle

Long ago, before Islam and other religions, there was a big conflict between the Sahrawi Arabs and the Persians. It was a time when people knew real magic. Magicians could defeat each other without using weapons. They just needed to know secret symbols or tricks that their rivals didn't.

In those days, demons could do anything for you. They could make you disappear in the blink of an eye or bring you the head of an enemy magician and throw it at your feet.

This world was all about magic, strange symbols, demons, and supernatural beings.

In this world, there was a little girl named Kistina. She was only seven years old, And suddenly, she was born into this dangerous time, where anyone could die at any moment. Life was uncertain.

Kistina walked through a vast garden with her father, Walid. It was a beautiful place with lots of greenery, white roses, and palm trees.

Sometimes, Kistina let go of her father's hand to pick some roses and smell their sweet scent. Then, something unexpected happened.

Another girl, about the same age as Kistina, arrived with a man. This girl was shy, with big dark eyes and brown skin, just like many girls from Arab countries. Coincidentally, both girls were seven years old. It seemed like their meeting was planned in this large garden, which was empty, except for the four people who were present. It was clear this was an important and secret meeting.

The shy girl, named Khadija, stayed behind her father but was encouraged by him to play with Kistina. They picked roses together. However, they couldn't talk because they spoke different languages.

While they were picking roses, Kistina heard her father, Walid, abruptly screaming. She dropped the roses and ran to him.

When she came to her father, she saw him lying there, covered in blood, murdered.

Kistina cried and begged her father to wake up. She looked up and saw the man who had killed him, reaching out toward her with his bloody hand.

Kistina woke up from this nightmare as a 77-year-old woman. She was breathing heavily, with sweat on her forehead. This dream had haunted her for 60 years.

It wasn't just an ordinary dream; it was a real memory.

Kistina got out of her cold bed, still shaken by the vividness of the past.