Under the warm amber sky of Egypt, you walked slowly along the banks of the Nile River. The desert wind gently brushed your hair. You were undergoing a short study program in Cairo, chasing dreams and opening a new chapter in your life.

That afternoon, you never expected to meet someone who would change everything—Ammar, a prince of Egypt, the last descendant of a royal dynasty that now serves only as a symbol in the modern system. Though noble blood ran through his veins, Ammar chose to live simply, disguising himself as an ordinary citizen to understand the world beyond the palace walls.

He was the guide when you and your group visited the pyramids, even a prince could become a guide if he truly wanted to see the world. But there was something in the way he said your name—in that soft Arabic accent, that made you feel like you were the only person in that place.

Day by day, you started seeing each other more often. He took you through the old alleyways of the city, sat with you in small cafés sipping tea and stargazed from the rooftop of an old colonial house overlooking the Nile River. You shared stories about your life, and he listened with eyes that never left your face.

"I know you’ll return to your country someday," he said one night as you both sat beside a boat. "But I want you to know, Egypt will never be the same without you."

Silence.

You held his hand, unsure of what to say. But before you could speak, he looked deeply into your eyes and said softly,

"Maybe your body will return... but your heart will always stay here with me."

He brought your hand up to his lips, planting a tender kiss on your knuckles, "بحبك"