In the heart of the Saudi royal family, a story of tragedy and hope has quietly unfolded for over twenty years.

Al-Waleed ben Khaled, a name once spoken with the promise of greatness, became a whisper among palace walls after a single, life-altering night in 2005.

He was a young prince, vibrant and full of dreams, heir to one of the most powerful dynasties in the world.

But fate, as it often does, intervened without warning.

A devastating car accident in the bustling streets of London left Al-Waleed suspended between life and death, his future stolen in an instant.

The world moved on, but his family did not.

They refused to let go, holding tight to the hope that their beloved son, brother, and cousin would one day return to them.

For more than two decades, Al-Waleed lay motionless, his body confined to a hospital bed, his mind lost in the shadows of a coma.

Doctors spoke in hushed tones, offering little reassurance.

 Yet, every heartbeat, every faint flicker of movement, was a reason for his family to believe.

His mother became the guardian of his silent world.

She spent countless nights at his bedside, whispering stories from his childhood, praying that her words might reach him.

His father, a pillar of strength in the royal court, quietly grieved, his pain masked by the demands of royalty.

Siblings and cousins visited, bringing gifts and laughter, determined to remind Al-Waleed of the life waiting for him beyond the hospital walls.

Over the years, the story of the sleeping prince faded from public memory.

New scandals, new successes, and new tragedies captured the world’s attention.

But within the palace, time seemed to stand still.

The room where Al-Waleed slept became a shrine to hope, filled with flowers, photographs, and the gentle hum of machines keeping him alive.

Occasionally, rumors would surface.

A nurse would claim to have seen his eyelids flutter.

A cousin would swear they felt his hand squeeze theirs.

But each time, the hope would fade as quickly as it had come, replaced by the endless wait.

Then, in June 2025, the world’s gaze turned suddenly back to the prince.

A video began to circulate on social media, a brief, grainy clip that seemed to show Al-Waleed opening his eyes.

The internet erupted in speculation.

Was this the miracle his family had prayed for?
Had the forgotten prince finally awakened?

News outlets scrambled for confirmation.

Some experts dismissed the video as a misunderstanding, a momentary reflex mistaken for consciousness.

Others argued that medical science had witnessed stranger recoveries.

For his family, the video was both a blessing and a curse.

Their private vigil was thrust into the harsh light of public scrutiny.

Inside the hospital, the atmosphere shifted.

Doctors performed new tests, searching for signs of awareness.

Relatives gathered, their faces etched with hope and fear.

The palace issued a carefully worded statement, neither confirming nor denying the rumors.

But the world had already decided: the prince was awakening.

For those closest to Al-Waleed, the days that followed were a blur of emotion.

His mother wept as she watched the video again and again, searching for proof that her son was truly returning to her.

His father, ever the stoic leader, allowed himself a rare moment of vulnerability.

He held Al-Waleed’s hand and whispered promises of a future that had once seemed impossible.

Medical staff, who had cared for the prince for years, found themselves at the center of a global story.

They spoke of his resilience, the small victories that had kept them believing in the impossible.

The world watched, waiting for another sign, another miracle.

But Al-Waleed remained silent, his fate still uncertain.

As days turned into weeks, the frenzy of attention began to fade.

The internet moved on, chasing new stories and new scandals.

But for the royal family, nothing had changed.

They continued their vigil, refusing to let hope die.

Every day, they spoke to Al-Waleed, shared news of the world he had left behind, and reminded him that he was loved.

In the quiet of his hospital room, the prince’s story became something more than a tale of tragedy.

It was a testament to the power of faith, the strength of family, and the unbreakable bond between a mother and her child.

No one could say for certain whether Al-Waleed would ever return to the world he had left behind.

But as long as he breathed, his family would wait.

They would wait for the day when his eyes opened, when his voice returned, and when the world would finally witness the miracle they had never stopped believing in.

The story of Al-Waleed ben Khaled is not just about a prince lost to time.

It is about the love that endures in the face of despair, the hope that burns even in the darkest night, and the belief that miracles, however small, are always possible.

And so, the world waits with them, breath held, for the day when the forgotten prince awakens at last