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Chapter 17: Mahbubur ibn Abdel Fattah Khalid

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Chapter 17: Mahbubur ibn Abdel Fattah Khalid

[Recap: Astraea's long wait during summer was finally over, and it was nearly time for her first day of school. But, before that, she had to try out for one of the best football teams on the east coast]

~Recap~

[A week later, The Davenport Preparatory Academy of Arts and Athletics]

Astraea and Aurora had been dropped off at Davenport Academy by Argus at eight in the morning. Astraea had hoped to try out and make it onto the football team while Aurora hoped the same for gymnastics. They wished each other luck, before heading off in separate directions, Astraea to the main football field, and Aurora to the large gymnastics gym.

Walking up to the field, seeing more than a hundred guys stretching and warming up, Astraea felt the first wave of nervousness she had felt since deciding she wanted to try out.

She was a freshman, likely to be overlooked just for her age and lack of experience having never played before. But Astraea wasn't one to quit before she started, so she plowed onto the field.

She felt several eyes on her. Boys, freshmen to seniors, watched her as she passed. But she ignored them. She could see a group of older men that could only be the coaches huddled just off the field. None of them had given any directions yet as far as she was aware, she was still twenty minutes early, but she followed suit in loosening up like those around her.

The coaches broke up and headed towards them, walking through the field of hopeful students with an evaluating eye. An older man with a pot belly halted in front of her, looking her up and down like she was something nasty he had stepped on.

"You're on the wrong field, girlie." He jutted his thumb behind him as he started to walk off. "Cheerleader tryouts are on the south field. Talk to Coach Vanessa-"

"I'm here to tryout for football." She told him, immediately regretting cutting him off. Last thing she wanted to do was insult one of the people who would decide if she got onto the team or not. "Coach." She added quickly, saying the word with all the respect she would use for her dad or a trainer at Camp. She hoped it would be enough.

The man snorted, an ugly sound. "Powder Puff tryouts aren't until the week before Homecoming." He told her, continuing to walk away. "Stop wasting my time and get off my field already."

"But, sir." She said, still trying her best to be respectful. "I'm here to tryout for the team. The regular team."

A few dozen boys and a few other coaches were watching them now, as if they wanted to see the outcome.

The coach stopped and turned around, facing her with a stony expression. "You ever play before?"

"Well, no." She admitted. "But I-"

"Then why would I want you on my team?" He said evenly. "You're what, a sophomore? Junior? With no experience? I've never seen you before, so you can't have played other sports for Davenport before. You new?"

"Yes, I'm new." She said, quickly adding. "But I'm a freshman-"

"A freshman? With your height and size?" He cut her off, looking her up and down as if he was evaluating her physical ability and potential. He grunted. "You'd be better trying out for the girls' basketball team this October. You'd make a good Center. Coach Danielle would kill to have you."

Astraea didn't know if he said 'girls' basketball team' to be rude, or just because that was what it was. But Astraea wasn't discouraged, he obviously noticed she was in good physical shape, so maybe she could use that.

"I want to play football, Coach." She said, keeping her cool. "Yeah, I haven't played before, but I've been training in wrestling and MMA since I was old enough to stand. I can bench 215 and run the forty in-"

He held up a hand, silencing her. "I didn't ask for your life story. You can tell me numbers all day, it won't change my mind. I run the best football team on the east coast, I don't have the privilege to just take any kids' word. You know how famous my team is? You know how many times kids come up to me and speak the way you just did? You know how many get on the team? None of them." He snarled. "I only take the best of the best. Players come from across the country in hopes of even sitting on my bench. So, no. I'm not letting you on my team."

Astraea opened her mouth to reply but a new voice cut in. "Oh, let her tryout, John." A different coach was standing next to them. He was in his thirties, and in much better shape than the old coach in front of her. "If she's good, why not let her play? Isn't that how you run your team? 'Best player plays' and all that?"

"Would you really want her on the team?" The old coach asked, talking about Astraea like she wasn't there. "Even on the freshman team, she'll be nothing but a distraction for the boys. Look at 'em already, they can't even warm up without her distracting them." Then he yelled to the gathered boys. "What are you gawking at?! Run some laps and warm up!"

The boys left with a few mumbled apologies. And before she knew it, Astraea was left on the field surrounded by five coaches.

"What's your name, young lady?" The younger coach asked, giving her a polite smile.

"Astraea Jackson."

"And have you ever played football before, Ms. Jackson?"

"No, Coach." She said. "But I've been training to fight and lift weights for years. I can compete, I swear."

He smiled kindly. "Well, I for one am eager to see what you can do." He said. "You can tryout."

"Allen," the old coach said. "Do you really think it's wise to let her waste our time?"

"Just let her tryout, Bronson. If she makes it, she'll likely be on my team anyway, you won't have to worry about her on your Varsity team." A dark-skinned coach said to the old coach. He gave Astraea an almost apologetic smile. "I'm Coach Washington. The Freshman coach. I agree with Coach Allen, I'm excited to see what you can do."

"She'd be good for publicity." Another coach said plainly, as if Astraea wasn't there. "Upstate Academy got sued last year for not letting a girl on their wrestling team."

A low growl escaped Astraea's lips. She wanted to play football, not be some sort of showpony or be used to make them seem better than their rival school.

Coach Bronson must have heard her and, as if he had only remembered she was there, turned to her. "Alright, girlie. You got yer wish. You can tryout for the freshman team." The words must have burned his throat if the look on his face was anything to go by. "But, you won't be getting any special treatment. If you can keep up, you won't make the team. Plain and simple. You understand." He said it like a statement, not a question.

It was taking all of Astraea's self control to not just deck the man. "Yes, Coach. I understand. I'll keep up, I swear."

He showed his teeth. "Then welcome to Hell Week, pray you make it out alive."

~Page Break~

Astraea quickly fell into line with the boys running around the track. And as she ran, she decided to get back at Coach Bronson for underestimating her. And the best way to do that, she thought, was to be the best one on the field.

After warming up, they were divided into groups and sent through a few drills while Coach Bronson took his returning Varsity players to the far end of the field for their own drills. Astraea eyed the boys with awe, one of them was the size of a small hill giant, pushing seven feet tall and built like a rhino. He was the slowest one on the field by far, but with his bulk, Astraea assumed that wasn't an issue.

Astraea easily passed the freshman agility drills, but wasn't the best, not that she expected to be. She was built for power, not agility, that was Sacniete's thing. Freshman coach Washington divided them further into what position he thought they would excel at, promising to wait to make his final decision until the conclusion of Hell Week. "Every guy on the team should know how to play every position", he said, before giving her an apologetic look and saying, "Or girl."

Astraea decided he was one of the nice ones, with Coach Allen, the younger coach who stood up for her earlier.

After agility drills, they moved to outside weights. They took turns hitting the tackling dummies and flipping tractor tires. Astraea grinned when it was her turn to flip the tire. The previous three boys in front of her hadn't managed to flip the hunk of rubber and ball bearings, but Astraea flipped tires at home for fun. She had full confidence in herself.

"Alright, Astraea." Coach Washington told her, clipboard in hand. "Give it your best shot, but don't hurt yourself and don't- HOLY SH-" He cut himself off before he swore in front of all the freshmen. Astraea had walked up to the massive tractor tire, squatted down, and flipped it with perfect form and zero effort. "Wow, just… wow." The coach looked lost for words.

"How was that, Coach?" Astraea asked with a hidden grin. All the boys around her looked at her seriously for the first time. She liked that.

"Make her flip the 250lbs one." Coach Allen's voice cut in, the man appearing out of nowhere. Astraea got the impression that he had been watching her from the Varsity area.

Coach Allen gave him a confused look. "But the freshman weight requirement is only-"

"And not see her full potential? If she can flip it, we'll add it. And if she can't, no big deal." He cut him off kindly. To Astraea, he said, "Ms. Jackson, think you can do it?"

She scoffed despite herself. "Think? Coach, I know I can do it."

Coach Allen grinned. "You've got spirit. I like that." He looked to Coach Washington. "Mind if I watch your tryouts for a bit?"

"Not at all." The dark-skinned man said easily. "Alright, Astraea. Give it a go." He pointed to the tire. "Just don't hurt yourself. You have nothing to prove."

Wrong, Astraea thought. She had everything to prove.

Astraea squatted, put her hands under the massive tire, and flipped it with ease. "Cake."

A few boys clapped, but they were subdued. Both coaches grinned. "Care to try the next one, Jackson?" Coach Allen asked.

Astraea ended up flipping more tires than she could count, each one heavier than the next. The crowd of boys didn't just include her fellow freshmen anymore, but nearly the entire field. Even Coach Bronson had huffed his way over to her.

"What's going on here?" He demanded of the other coaches. "Why's she flipping the tires like some circus bear? Shouldn't she be doing drills?"

"Look at this, John." Coach Washington said, not responding to his question. "Astraea's a natural. Her power is insane. You just might have to consider letting her practice with the JV or Varsity teams to-"

"I'll never let a girl on my team." The old coach said sharply, as if slapping Astraea and Coach Washington across the face. "I don't care how many tires she can flip." He said this as if Astraea and nearly all the students couldn't hear. "Get back to drills."

Coach Washington looked ready to finish the swear he started earlier. He looked at Astraea as if he were insulted for her. "John, she's right here-"

"I don't care." Bronson cut in again. "A girl has no place on the football field except at half-time with pom-poms and a skirt."

Astraea clenched her fist, about ready to actually punch the man-

"She beat Bubba's freshman time." Coach Allen said calmly, as if trying to diffuse the tension by going around it.

That made Bronson stop, his brows rose over his Neanderthal forehead. "...What?" He asked in disbelief.

"Ms. Jackson beat Bubba's freshman time." Allen repeated, calm as a tranquil sea. "27.28 seconds, to be exact."

"Two and a half seconds faster than Bubba's time." Washington added, seemingly understanding Allen's thinking. "She's good."

"She's a natural." Allen said simply.

Coach Bronson looked bewildered for a second, before his face contorted into a scowl. "You must have miscounted." He claimed. "Or your stopwatch malfunctioned. There is no way this girl beat Bubba's time."

"You want to see her do it again?" Allen asked in challenge. "Ms. Jackson? Think you can show Coach Bronson what you just showed me and Coach Washington?"

With fucking pleasure, Astraea thought. But aloud, she said, "Yes, Coach." Rotating her shoulders, lining up at the beginning of the row again. She squatted down and got her hands and knees in position.

"Get ready." Coach Allen said, stopwatch in hand. "Three… Two… One… GO!"

Astraea exploded forward, lifting the massive tire up before flipping it over with ease. She plowed on down the lane, flipping the tire over and over until she hit the finish line.

"Time!" Coach Allen yelled, signaling for her to stop. Astraea looked right at Coach Bronson, and with all her might, launched it with an extra flip. The massive tire slid across the neatly trimmed grass, stopping only inches from his feet. She gave him a rebellious look.

"Told you I could compete."

The field was silent for a few seconds, Coach Bronson looking at her with a furious and yet impressed expression. Finally, he spoke up. "What was her time?" He asked Coach Allen.

"26.89 seconds." The man said with a grin. "Told you she was good."

Bronson didn't say anything.

"She's not just good," one of the Varsity players said. "She's amazing." He looked over his shoulder to a person walking up slowly behind him. "Did you see that, Bubba? She beat your time."

Astraea saw the entire crowd look to the newcomer as one. This 'Bubba' seemed to be the seven foot giant Astraea saw from the other side of the field with the Varsity team. The guy was massive, the biggest mortal she had ever seen. He wasn't nearly as tall as Olympia, who was a half-giant, but this guy was even bigger than Astraea knew her dad was.

The giant guy grinned. He had a Middle Eastern complexion, with medium length black hair, neatly trimmed short beard, and almost near-black eyes with golden rings around his irises. He was handsome, with a square jaw, high cheekbones and a defined brow. And unlike the rest of the boys around him, he didn't have a single drop of sweat on him, despite being covered head to toe in long athletic pants and a shirt. He even wore his football gloves.

"You did good." His voice was low, and despite only speaking a few words, he had an air of regality to his voice. He looked to Coach Bronson. "She did good."

Bronson seemed to take Bubba's word for Astraea's effort more than her effort itself, making her wonder who exactly this giant guy was. He was still in school, a senior, not an assistant coach or anything. "How did you do that?"

"I have tires at home." Astraea told him. "I train with them almost every day. My dad has to keep buying new ones all the time because they get too light for me."

"Your dad?" Coach Bronson asked, as if expecting to know him. "Is he a football player? Pro or college?"

"No," Astraea said. "He's a swimmer. Well, he's retired now."

Coach Allen's eyes went wide. "Wait, Jackson? Is Percy Jackson your dad? The retired Olympic swimmer?"

"Yeah." Astraea said, hearing several of the boys around her mumble to each other. Even the other coaches. Bronson didn't seem to recognize the name, but he looked thoughtful. Giving Astraea another evaluating look, slower this time. Finally, he sighed.

"If she makes it through Hell Week," he said to Coach Washington. "She'll be guaranteed a spot on your freshman team, granted she can play, that is. Power alone isn't enough, she needs the skills to play the game."

"I'd be honored to have her on my team." Washington said. "But don't you think we should at least put her on the JV team-"

"Thank you for changing your mind, John." Allen said to Bronson, getting a click of his tongue in reply. Bronson left without another word.

Allen and Washington turned to her. "I apologize for Coach Bronson…" Coach Washington said, looking like he didn't know what else to say.

"Thank you for convincing him to let me tryout." She told Washington and Allen both.

"No need," Allen said. "Anyone should be allowed to play, regardless of anything. Here at Davenport, we only pick the best of the best, so sometimes I think that gets to Bronson's head." He gave her a smile. "But you did good, Ms. Jackson. You have a lot of power, and your speed isn't shabby either. Though, I would recommend working on your agility, footwork is key on the field, no matter what position you play."

"I'll work on it, Coach. You haven't seen anything yet."

He smiled. "I like the confidence. Who knows, maybe I'll see you on our Varsity team one day."

Her eyes went wide. "Really?"

"'Course. Though, when that'll be is up to you. If you're willing to put in the work, we'll see."

"Working hard is like my motto." Astraea grinned.

"Good, you'll need that here." He held out his hand for her to take. "I'm excited to see how you progress going forward."

"So am I." Washington said. "Even if I don't think you'll ever play on my freshmen team, much to my dismay."

"Tryouts are done for today," Allen said. "But be back here at 8 o' clock sharp for practice. Hell Week still has four days to go. And, if you make it, Coach Bronson guaranteed you a spot on the freshmen team at least. But, if you impress us, and once we see how you perform on the field, we'll see about moving you up to JV."

She grinned. "Thank you, Coach. Both of you."

Grabbing her bag, Astraea was heading off the field when a voice sounded behind her. "That was impressive." The low voice said. Astraea turned around to find the giant senior standing there.

"Thanks, um, what did they call you again, 'Bubba?'"

"It is my nickname, no one can pronounce my real name." He explained, sounding like he has said this countless times in his life.

Astraea couldn't help her curiosity. "What's your real name?"

"Mahbubur ibn Abdel Fattah Khalid." He told her.

Astraea blinked. "Yup, I can see why they call you Bubba."

Bubba laughed, a full-bellied, hearty laugh. "Yes, it is. And you are?"

"Astraea." She said. "Astraea Jackson."

"You're only a freshman?" He asked, seemingly more impressed. "You're tall and strong, Coach Bronson would have to be stupid not to let you play."

"Thank you." Astraea said. This was the fist person who wasn't her parents or a coach that agreed with her.

"In case you didn't know, it was my record that you beat today." He didn't look upset, more like he was impressed, so Astraea smiled as well.

"No hard feelings, right?" She joked.

He gave another full-bellied laugh, saying, "I don't mind, I don't mind at all. That was just my freshman record." He grinned. "My record this year was 17.23 seconds."

"You- gah, what?!" Astraea muttered in disbelief. He completed it in 17 seconds? How was that even possible?

He chuckled as he began to walk away with all the speed of a mountain. "See you tomorrow, Astraea."

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[The end of Hell Week, Davenport Academy]

The week had been Hell, Coach Bronson hadn't been lying about that.

Astraea was in fantastic shape, but even she was pushed to her limits over the course of the week. They ran drills, ran more laps than she had even run in her life, pushed their limits on the weights, and went over so much information on the positions that Astraea felt like her head was going to explode.

And while she and the rest of the hopeful students rested after a long day in the grueling sun, the coaches huddled, going over who they wanted on the teams.

"All of the guys who were in varsity last year made the team again," Bronson told the rest, his words final. But since he was the head coach, it was.

"I'm fine with that," Allen agreed. "But what about Ms. Jackson?"

Coach Bronson growled. He hadn't been hiding his dislike for the girl from the other coaches at all. Allen knew Bronson could see how good she was, but his belief that girls didn't belong on the team was preventing him from saying it.

"You should at least put her in JV, John." Washington told him. "She's good. She has the power, the speed, the dedication. And she's only a freshman, imagine if we train her until her senior year? She could be the new Bubba?"

Bronson paused at the mention of his star player. All of the coaches— the entire school, in fact— knew of his pride in the young man. He had found the boy in middle school, gotten him into Davenport Academy and convinced him to play. Now, Bubba was set to go pro. He already had dozens of offers to play for college teams all across the country. Bronson was the one who got him there, and he would be the one credited for finding the next great NFL rookie and eventual hall-of-famer.

"...You really think she has that kind of potential?"

"You've seen it yourself, John." Allen told him. "She's good. She could be a perfect fit for a few different positions, though I think she should play Safety."

"I agree." Washington told him. "Her power and speed is incredible. Now I'm kinda pissed I won't get her on my team."

"She's too good for your freshmen team." Allen joked, "Even if she's a freshman. She should be on the varsity team. What do you say, John?"

All eyes turned to Bronson, who didn't look happy with what he was about to say. "She's varsity material. She has power, yes, but she's still crude. And I'll be the judge of her skill going forward. If she can't compete in practices, and during out first few games, she'll be moved down."

"To junior varsity?"

"To freshmen." He grumbled with a tone of finality.

"But-"

"I've made my decision." He told them bluntly. "It's my team, it's my title, it's my say. Deal with it."

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She had made it!

She hadn't even made the freshmen team, but the varsity team! The best team in the school, composed mostly of seniors and juniors. From what she heard from the other players, the last freshman to make the varsity was Bubba, the giant guy she spoke to Monday.

Astraea had just finished texting her parents the news, leaving the girls' bathroom down the hall from the locker rooms. Coach Allen told her they would work out where exactly she would get dressed for practices and games, since she couldn't exactly go in the boys' locker room. Gross.

As she headed down the hall, she noticed a small group of varsity players was waiting for her. She didn't know what they wanted, hoping they didn't have a problem with her being on the team, but she noticed Bubba standing in the back, figuring he didn't have a problem with her. Not many of the boys she beat out for her spot on the team exactly liked losing, especially to her. She had heard many mumbled curses under breasts after the coaches gave the announcement. She had felt eyes follow her all the way off the field and into the bathroom.

"You're Astraea, right? The freshman who's gonna be on the team?" A tall senior asked. He had light brown hair and gave her a friendly look. Astraea thought she heard he was the Quarterback this year.

"Yeah," she said, stopping in front of them, but leaving plenty of space so she could go around them if necessary. "That's me."

"I'm Tyler," he greeted. "The Quarterback. You must be really good if Coach Bronson took you in as a freshman. That doesn't happen often."

"Not since Bubba here, I think." A tall and broad black senior said. He eyed Astraea in a way she didn't like. "You don't look like a freshman. Were you held back? How old are you?"

"I turn fifteen next month," she said, adjusting her stance and crossing her arms over her chest to block his gaze. "I haven't been held back, I'm just tall."

"You play basketball?" Tyler asked.

"No." Astraea told them. "I play at home sometimes, but I've never been on a team."

"You should tryout." Tyler said. "Our girls' team lost a lot of their tallest players last year. If you made varsity for football, you have a good shot making it for basketball too."

"I'll think about it." Astraea said. "Who's the coach, again?"

"Coach Danielle." The creepy guy said, "I can show you where her office is. My ex is on her team." He gave her a smile like she should be grateful for him taking the time to show her the way, but as well as giving her attention. It made Astraea sick.

Bubba suddenly elbowed the boy in the arm, his long-sleeved arm coming out of nowhere. "Devon." He only said the boy's name, but Astraea had clearly heard the warning in his tone.

The boy looked at him like he had no idea what he was going on about. "What, man? I'm just offering to show the new girl the way. Camaraderie, and all that."

"You can't even spell camaraderie." Tyler grinned.

Bubba only gave Devon a look, before looking to Astraea. "My girlfriend and I will walk you there if you want, Astraea." He said.

"Your girlfriend?" She asked. Bubba seemed like a decent guy, especially compared to Devon, who was still staring at her. But she still felt better if a girl would be with her too.

Bubba gestured his head behind her. Astraea turned to find a beautiful girl with the body of a gymnast. She was stunning, like, queen of the school, stunning. Her skin was flawless, her face pretty. Her chestnut colored hair trailed behind her as she walked, almost as if there was an invisible breeze. She stopped next to Bubba and he leaned down to let her kiss him.

"Good job at practice today, babe." She told Bubba.

"Thanks." He blushed, it was almost cute. He gestured to Astraea. "Hope, this is Astraea, she made it onto the varsity team. Astraea, this is my girlfriend, Hope."

Hope gave Astraea a friendly smile. "Oh, I saw you at tryouts today too." She said. "You're good, like, really good. How are you so strong?"

Astraea blinked. "I workout?"

Hope laughed, it was a musical sound, like it was composed by a master. "I can tell. Damn, girl, you look really good."

Astraea didn't sense any lies in her voice. It was her turn to blush this time. "Uh, thanks."

"Astraea was thinking about talking to Coach Danielle," Bubba said. "Would you mind if we showed her the way to her office?"

"Not at all." Hope said cheerfully. "I had played basketball my freshman year, but I'm just too short to play at a school like Davenport." She shrugged like it was no big deal. "But I was always better at gymnastics and cheerleading anyway. At least, I used to be."

She didn't elaborate any further, so Astraea didn't ask.

"Want us to show you the way?" Hope asked.

"I'd appreciate it." Astraea said, being sure to avert her eyes from Devon, who looked upset. "Thanks."

"No problem." Bubba said, taking Hope's heavy backpack from her and throwing it over his shoulder. His girlfriend gave him a grateful look, but didn't say anything.

Astraea followed them down the hall, planning on only talking to the coach about tryouts, not sure if she wanted to play basketball or not. Her focus was going to be football, wrestling and weightlifting first and foremost. But it didn't hurt to ask.

"Where are you from, Astraea?" Hope asked as they walked. "New York City?"

"Chicago, actually." She told them. "I was born in Maine, but I don't remember much of it. We lived in Chicago until a month or so ago."

"That's cool." Hope said. "I've only been once on vacation with my mom, but I thought it was beautiful in places."

"Have you ever been, Bubba?" Astraea asked.

The temperature in the hallway dropped, and Astraea didn't miss Hope's glance at Bubba.

"No." Was all he said.

Astraea waited for further conversation, but none came. The three of them walked in silence until they stopped at an office door.

"Well," Hope said, trying to act as if nothing happened. "Here we are. Coach Danielle's office. She's really nice," she told Astraea. "But a word of warning, once she sees you, she probably won't let you escape until you agree to tryout."

Astraea smiled. "I'll keep that in mind. Thanks for walking me here."

"No problem," Hope said, giving her a dazzling smile. "We'll see you later, alright?" She elbowed Bubba's sleeved arm. "I gotta get this oaf back home so he can finish his homework."

"Homework?" Astraea asked. "But it's summer?"

"I have summer school." Bubba said. "I failed a few too many classes last year."

"So I gotta whip him into shape or he won't be able to play." Hope said, giving Astraea a goodbye wave. "Talk to you later."

To be continued

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(Author's Note:)

Well, there's chapter 17 of Daughters of Olympus. Astraea had to deal with a sexist football coach, students underestimating her, and ogling perverts.

Just a heads up, while Astraea will be playing football and other sports, they won't be a giant focus. Also, I'm not an expert on sports, so don't crucify me in the Reviews.

Until next time!

Fun Fact: Mahbubur ibn Abdel Fattah Khalid, better known as 'Bubba', has a very thought out name. One that took literal months of off and on research to get to where it is now. The main problem for his name came from the fact that I came up with his nickname, 'Bubba', before his real name, and didn't want to change it. So I had to find a real name that fit the nickname.

Name origin and meaning:

~Mahbubur: very common Arabic name meaning 'beloved'

~Ibn: Son of

~Abdel Fattah: "servant of the Conqueror", Al-Fattāḥ being one of the names of God in the Qur'an

~Khalid: popular Arabic male given name meaning ""eternal, everlasting, immortal", and it also appears as a surname

~Full name meaning: Mahbubur ibn Abdel Fattah Khalid - meaning Mahbubur, son of Abdel Fattah; whom is of the family of Khalid

Question of the Day: Do you play any sports? Did you used to? Do you have a favorite sport to watch?

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