Not all heroines are born in palaces.
Some are born in shadows, raised in the cradle of pain, and teach the world that light can rise only from the deepest darkness.
This is my first journey into the realm of storytelling, and I truly hope it reaches your hearts.
I wanted to add something different to this world — an Arab heroine, with our Eastern features, and a story unlike any other.
I am a mother of three, and my love for anime is what pushed me to write this tale.
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Your journey with Sarah begins now.
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Sarah.
A simple name for a woman who was anything but simple.
Thirty years of survival measured not by time, but by loss.
Skin kissed by desert shadows.
Black hair that didn't fall — it spoke.
And gray eyes… the ashes of a homeland burned before it could be buried.
She wasn't a warrior.
She was a scientist walking enemy soil with no bullets in her bag — only a secret.
And she had to learn a truth harsher than any battlefield:
The deadliest wars are not those fought with weapons,
but those that explode inside the heart.
Marley
The sky was gray, wearing a mourning that never ended.
The wind screamed behind the windows, and the city swallowed its breath.
Marley was not a homeland —
it was an elegant graveyard where truth was buried under military boots.
In one of its corners, Sarah was born.
Daughter of an Arab refugee named Jalal —
a man who never carried a weapon, but fought injustice with knowledge.
He believed books could liberate,
and forgot that Marley feared minds more than guns.
One night changed everything.
They were at the dinner table
when soldiers stormed the house like a storm that doesn't rain… but steals.
Her father was dragged away without a farewell, leaving behind only his last words:
"Don't fear the truth, Sarah.
Sometimes pain is the only road to change."
Then… gunshots in the distance.
The end of a man.
And the beginning of a world collapsing.
Two months later, her mother died —
a Marleyan aristocrat rejected by her own bloodline,
a woman whose heart broke long before her body did.
Sarah and her little sister Layla were left to face a world that had no mercy.
A child could have shattered under that weight.
But Sarah chose to burn, not break.
She grew, and with every year, the ashes in her eyes deepened…
and the knowledge in her hands sharpened.
Until she discovered something capable of changing the world:
a serum that could turn Titans back into humans.
She hid it.
Because in Marley, every discovery becomes a chain.
Every spark becomes a weapon.
She would not let her father's legacy be sold in the market of war.
But Marley… was watching.
After Zeke and Reiner failed to retrieve the Founding Titan, Marley bled more than defeat —
it bled fear.
Whispers filled the walls of the military council:
"If we don't control the Founder… we are finished."
And for control, they needed a mind — not a weapon.
Someone who understood the darkness of that ancient power.
They had one name.
Sarah Jalal.
She was summoned to the military court the way people are summoned to a guillotine.
The general sat across from her, his eyes like unmelted ice.
"You will go to Paradis… and extract everything the Founder hides."
Sarah looked at him — steady, unwavering —
the same way she had looked at the sky the night her father died.
"I am a scientist… not a spy. I will not be a tool in your war."
Silence.
Then the general smiled — a smile that did not belong to mankind.
"How lovely…
Then your sister will pay the price."
The earth froze.
Layla's name struck her like a blade.
She didn't need further explanation.
She saw the truth in his eyes —
a truth already carved in stone.
The Departure
That morning…
Sarah stepped onto the ship bound for Paradis.
Her hair carried the scent of the sea, and her tears burned quietly down her cheeks.
She did not look back.
Because behind her stood nothing worth a farewell.
And ahead of her…
waited the unknown —
and a wound ready to be opened again.
Arrival at Paradis
The sun was sinking behind the horizon, leaving the sky stained with a burning orange.
The scent of the ocean mixed with the cold air as the ship cut through the waves, sailing under the banners of Hizuru.
Sarah stood at the edge of the deck, wearing a uniform styled after the Survey Corps — belts, jacket, the Wings insignia.
But no cloak.
That's what Marley told her:
"Wear their clothes. They will think you're one of them."
Now, as she saw the line of soldiers waiting on the dock — eyes sharp, hands near their weapons — she realized how foolish that advice was.
The Survey Corps was waiting for her.
Their stares were knives — slicing, judging.
But what caught her attention wasn't their number, nor their suspicion…
It was him.
Short, yet carrying a presence that felt like a blade drawn under the sun.
Black hair.
Steel-gray eyes that didn't just look at her —
they looked through her.
Levi Ackerman.
First Confrontation
"Is this the Marleyan scientist?" Levi asked, his voice low but weighted.
"Yes," Hange replied, pulling out a sealed letter from Zeke.
"He said she might be a tool… or an opportunity… or a trap."
Levi stepped closer.
Quiet steps, but deadly — like a sword crossing the air.
He looked at her face for a moment, then at her uniform.
"Thought you were one of ours… until I noticed the missing cloak."
Sarah blinked, confused.
Levi continued with a dry, cold tone:
"Nice of Marley to get the details right.
Even the emblem is placed perfectly.
But Reiner, apparently, forgot that Survey Corps soldiers don't wander outside the walls without their cloaks."
He turned to Hange, unimpressed.
"If this is a disguise, the designer knew the uniform… but not the people wearing it."
A tremor touched Sarah's chest.
"I… didn't choose this," she whispered.
Levi's voice sharpened like the edge of a blade:
"If you're here to deceive us, I won't hesitate to kill you."
The air thickened.
The sky dimmed.
But she didn't step back.
Looking into his eyes — fear and dignity and defiance all at once — she said softly:
"I'm here because they forced me… not to betray you."
A heartbeat of silence.
Then she added in a bitter whisper:
"How foolish of them…
sending a spy in half-correct clothing
to an island built on suspicion."
For a moment, something unspoken passed between them —
a silent clash of wills.
Levi turned away.
"That doesn't matter.
We are here for one thing: to make sure you are not a threat."
He didn't look back.
But Hange did — and her eyes saw something different.
Something worth watching.
Inside the Walls
Sarah was escorted in silence.
Behind her, shadows of soldiers followed like unspoken verdicts.
Their eyes dissected her — scrutinizing every step, every breath.
To them, she was not merely a scientist.
She was a puzzle delivered by the enemy.
Her features didn't resemble anything they knew —
not North, not South, not East, not West.
She looked like a story forgotten in some old archive.
Or a dream that slipped into reality uninvited.
But Sarah wasn't running from their eyes.
She was running from herself…
from the life she left behind…
from the question echoing in her chest:
Was this survival…
or betrayal?
She was now in Paradis.
No one knew who she truly was.
And she no longer knew, either.
But one truth remained:
Walls in this world were not made of stone.
They were made of fear… hatred… memory.
And the wall inside her —
the one built since childhood —
was beginning to crack.
Flashback — "My Mother's Hand"
The evening was gray, clouds weaving a shawl of longing over their windows.
Little Sarah sat on an old wooden chair, her tiny legs swinging freely as her mother gently combed her curly hair — gently enough to make flowers weep.
"Mother…" Sarah whispered, "why do they say I'm different? Why don't they like me?"
Her mother paused, leaned close as though descending from her own universe into her daughter's world, placed a warm hand on Sarah's chest, and smiled with a tear that didn't fall:
"Because you are not like them, Sarah.
You are the daughter of the desert, and the heartbeat of Andalusia.
You are the warmth of the East when the world grows cold…
the flame of truth in a time that loves shadows."
Sarah didn't understand the words,
but she felt them —
deep, warm, unforgettable.
That night, she made a silent promise:
To remain like her mother's hand —
steadfast, gentle, unbroken…
even if the world shattered around her.
And now, as she entered the Survey Corps headquarters under the gaze of a commander who knew no mercy,
she still carried that hand in her heart.
Flashback — "A Flower from the Storm"
Rain slid down the windows of the command room, whispering secrets through its thin trails.
A soaked envelope arrived with the latest Hizuru supplies — sealed with an unfamiliar mark.
It looked like it had traveled through fear itself.
Hange examined the seal, then glanced at Levi standing by the window.
"Zeke?" she muttered, and opened it carefully.
She read aloud:
**"To the Survey Corps,
This is not betrayal… but a warning.
One drunken officer in Marley laughed and said:
'We sent them a flower…
a flower of science and fire.
Beautiful enough to trust, brilliant enough to open any door.'
Her name: Sarah Jalal.
Desert skin.
Black hair touched by night.
Gray eyes that look like a homeland reduced to ash.
But the strange thing?
She doesn't know everything.
Marley chose her because she's smart…
and because her heart is fragile enough to break.
I don't know whether she'll be with you or against you.
But if fire finds its path…
she might be the flame that saves,
or burns.
— Zeke."***
Silence filled the room.
Levi didn't move, but something tightened in his fist.
For the first time, his eyes lowered.
Sarah.
The name echoed in him.
Gray eyes…
Something in the description stirred a feeling he did not recognize —
a faint tremor,
a scent not yet present,
but already there.
"Flower of science and fire…" Levi murmured.
Then, in a voice sharp enough to hide what it revealed:
"Let her come.
We'll see whether she is a flower…
or a thorn that blooms only when it bleeds."
Questions for the Readers
Will Sarah prove her intentions and gain the trust of the Survey Corps?
How will she react when she realizes someone is watching her every move?
Can hostility between her and Levi turn into an unexpected alliance…
or will tension ignite into conflict?
Do you think Sarah is just a scientist?
In Chapter Two, a new face of suspicion, rage, and betrayal emerges.
A fierce confrontation with Levi,
a slap that cannot be forgotten,
and a confession that may change everything.
Who is the real spy?
Who is trying to survive in a fire that shows no mercy?
Discover the darker side of truth…
in a chapter you won't forget.
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