Ashraf, you are Athirat's brother but you will have to be a mother too

I am a man, father

Indeed you are ・・・

But you do remember what a mother is . . . Athirat, on the other hand, knows not and may never know this

I was sold as a slave when I was still a small child

And after the countless battles fought alongside his lordship Salah ad-Din, I do not remember anything of my own mother

Only you still cherish a memory of a mother's touch