في عصر قديم، عاشَتْ أسطورة موسى وشهيرة الشهيرة، الجميلة والأنيقة. لم تكن حياته مجرد قصة عادية، بل كانت كالحكايات الساحرة التي تجذب القلوب والعقول. ولد لهما ابن، سماه موسى، كما ورد في السجلات القديمة. ولكن هل كانت نهاية القصة؟ لا، بالطبع لا. لأن في عالم الخيال والحكايات، كل شيء ممكن، حتى السحر والمفاجآت الغير متوقعة. فلنتابع القصة ونرى ما الذي يخبئه المستقبل لموسى ولسعيه إلى السعادة في عالم سحري وخيالي

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**Recursive ✨ Dream**

Falling inside…
that’s the one fall no one prepares you for.
There’s no witness.
No scream.
No hand reaching to pull you out.

It begins without sound.
Only a slight dislocation.
Like the thread of time slipping in your grip.

Memories start to collapse into each other —
out of order,
but more accurate than ever.

You realize you're remembering more than just events.
You're remembering atmospheres.
The tension in the air.
The silence between words.
The way people avoided looking at you —
like your deep pain might be contagious.

You remember how nothing happened,
and yet everything did.
How a hallway could hum with meaning.
How a teacher’s voice could sound like mercy —
or punishment — depending on the angle.

Your body starts assigning weight to the fragments:
the pause before someone speaks.
The slight delay in a friend’s reply.
The kindness that felt rehearsed.

And suddenly, you're not just remembering.
You're decoding.

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[LIVE FROM HEBRON – AL JAZEERA NEWSROOM]

ANCHOR (IN STUDIO)
We now turn to Hebron, the administrative capital of the Palestinian Authority, where an extraordinary event is unfolding — Games of Mind, the first-ever intellectual triathlon of the Arab world. Joining us live is our correspondent Layla Hamdan. Layla — good afternoon.

LAYLA (LIVE FROM HEBRON)
Good afternoon, colleagues. Indeed, we are in Hebron — not just the heart of the Palestinian Authority, but the living heartbeat of a dream. Here, Palestinians are not merely preserving their identity — they are building it, shaping it, broadcasting it as a signal of opportunity for a new generation.

Standing beside me is Mahmoud Abbas, head of the PA and founding sponsor of Games of Mind — a new intellectual initiative some have already called the “Intifada of the Mind.”

Mahmoud, tell us — how did this idea of an intellectual triathlon come to life?

MAHMOUD ABBAS
Thank you. Yes, we are indeed here, in the capital of the PA. The idea for Games of Mind came to me during the evacuation from Ramallah, when the Druze uprising shattered what was left of our internal unity. They abandoned the Palestinian dream and joined the so-called United Kingdom of Israel.

LAYLA
We will return to the fall of Ramallah in a future report. Tell us more about Games of Mind. How does this initiative tie into the broader vision of the Palestinian cause?

MAHMOUD ABBAS
Games of Mind is more than a competition — it is the culmination of recursive selection. Any Palestinian schoolchild may participate. We also welcome delegations from Jordan, Egypt, Northern Lebanon, Saudi Arabia — even Iran. This is not just about prizes. It is about refining a dream, a dream Palestinians carried long before the State of Israel was even imagined.

LAYLA
Some have called Games of Mind an “intellectual triathlon.” Can you tell us what disciplines are involved?

MAHMOUD ABBAS
The event spans a full week, structured as follows:

• Sunday: Arrival and Opening Ceremony
• Monday: Chess Tournament
• Tuesday: Cultural Day — a visit to the Temple Mount in Jerusalem
• Wednesday: Mathematical Olympiad — a team-based contest, mathematicians vs. mathematicians. No weapons — only minds. We challenge participants not to repeat formulas, but to construct recursive mathematical ideas atop previously known theorems. They are given paper, pens — and their own minds. Nothing more.

LAYLA
Difficult problems?

MAHMOUD ABBAS
Very. But mathematics is not about correct answers — it is about the ability to reason, to build with concepts, to pursue truth. Unlike the so-called Druze Kingdom — now headquartered in Ramallah as part of the United Kingdom — we seek truth not with force, but with the intellect of future generations. This is a mental intifada, if you will.

LAYLA
A Cognitive Intifada.

MAHMOUD ABBAS
An Intifada of the Subconscious, perhaps. I'd say—

LAYLA
(Slightly interrupting) We’re running short on time — can you briefly tell us about the final day of competition, this coming Friday?

MAHMOUD ABBAS
Of course. On Friday, after the sacred prayer, we move into the most challenging stage. Finalists who succeeded in chess and mathematics face off in Texas Hold'em poker — a game requiring not only statistical prowess, but emotional intelligence. It’s where probability meets perception. And yes — playing chess with your opponents earlier in the week certainly helps you read them across the poker table.

LAYLA
Well then, we wish all finalists sharp minds — and lucky hands.

[CUT BACK TO STUDIO]

ANCHOR
Thank you, Layla. That was our correspondent Layla Hamdan, reporting live from Games of Mind in Hebron.

We’ll be broadcasting the awards ceremony this Saturday — a celebration not only of brilliance, but of a renewed Palestinian imagination. A new kind of dream is forming — and it speaks the language of intellect.

Stay with us.

MEANWHILE IN JERUSALEM – NIGHTFALL

A spacious, dimly lit intelligence room inside an ancient stone building retrofitted with fiber optics. Screens flicker. Surveillance feeds. One screen shows the broadcast from Hebron — Games of Mind, live.

A powerful-looking man in a suit with a heavy ring on his finger picks up the remote and switches off the screen. The room falls silent. Around the table — ministers, security advisors… and a few strange figures: men in plain robes, with pendants shaped like olive leaves, or stars, or unmarked coins. Their presence is not explained. But everyone respects them.

The man with the remote speaks:

MAN IN SUIT
Poker... It seems our dear neighbors are crafting a new signal. A transmission to their children’s children. A wave designed to outlive borders.
What should we do?

A spiritual man in linen clothes, wearing a necklace with a fragment of desert glass, waits. Not because he doesn’t know what to say, but because words matter.

SPIRITUAL MAN
We host our own triathlon. Here. In Jerusalem.

MAN IN SUIT
Same disciplines?

SPIRITUAL MAN
No. Deeper. More psychological. More… symbolic.

A long pause. Even the bodyguards stop shifting their weight.

MAN IN SUIT
Interesting.

SPIRITUAL MAN
Let my student present.

A quiet young man with a laptop walks forward. His sleeves are rolled. He bows lightly.

YOUNG MAN
Gentlemen… if I may. I present to you: HaMishor Project — our version of the Mental Games.

He opens his laptop. The large wall screen lights up. But this is not a normal slideshow.

Each slide contains layers. A slide within a slide. Dreams inside dreams. Every image is a portal — to history, to prophecy, to self.

One participant taps a Star of David on his iPad — and the slide expands. Not just into words, but into a narrative geometry of history: Before the First Temple. Between the Temples. After the Second. And beyond.

Each tap opens recursive rooms — where symbols unfold into voices, voices into parables, parables into maps.

The young man continues:

YOUNG MAN
We begin with chess. And mathematics. But then... we enter the shadows.

He pauses. The word hovers.

YOUNG MAN (CONT'D)
A psychological game. Russian in origin. Known... euphemistically... as “Mafia.”

Silence. This word should not be repeated here again. Everyone here feels it illegal — not in constitutional sense, but spiritually.

YOUNG MAN (CONT'D)
Twelve players. Some carry a secret. All pretend innocence. The game is silence, intuition, and decoding the unconscious.

For a moment, no one speaks. As if roles have already been assigned — and the game has quietly begun.

YOUNG MAN
Mafia is for the gifted. But the final level… is for the anointed.

He breathes. Then continues.

YOUNG MAN
The final competition is a recursive coding challenge. First, punch cards. Then DOS terminals — old school, no IDEs. Like writing code in sand.

MAN IN SUIT
(still intrigued) And after the DOS terminals?

YOUNG MAN
Then we have not a task. A hackathon. But not for speed — for meaning.

Participants must craft their own prize. Not a plastic trophy. Not a coin. But an artifact they can show their grandmother. Their dream, encoded.

MAN IN SUIT
And what’s the point?

YOUNG MAN
We don’t just give them games. We give them a context to project their dreams.

MAN IN SUIT
So the real competition… is between contexts?

YOUNG MAN
Exactly, sir.

He smiles. Not in triumph — in gratitude.

YOUNG MAN
Competitions… They compete with each other. It’s the next recursion of the game.

SPIRITUAL MAN
Good. Very good. Thank you. Thank you for this presentation.

The young man closes his laptop, bows again, and leaves. Everyone knows: now comes the next layer of the discussion.

MAN IN SUIT
Amazing boy. So... how do we secure our version of the Game of Minds?

The spiritual man opens a tiny notebook. No electronics. Just aged paper.

SPIRITUAL MAN
Recursively. Five layers of security. To ensure the best minds return home... in peace.