This chapter is dedicated to an awesome friend, who made the new cover for our story, The amazing Queenofdarkness.                            

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                                              Chapter Nineteen

                                           “An unexpected guest”

                                     إلى أين المفر .. وكل الطرق تؤدي إليك

Zayed

Sunday 10:05 PM

It had been two days since Zayed’s engagement, but he didn’t feel like an engaged man at all. Nothing felt right other than the times when he looked at his father; only then his conscious was at ease. He tried to busy himself in work and stay away from friends and family, who didn’t have another topic to discuss aside from his engagement.

Zayed was in his father’s study room going through a file related to work, when he heard the door open and his mother walked in smiling at him. He examined her sneaky way of coming and knew that she had come to tell him something; something private.

“Hala Ummi (Hello mother) did you want something?” He questioned. They had just had dinner together and if she wanted something she would’ve said it there.

“No Habibi,” She closed the door and Zayed narrowed his eyes. “There’s something I need to talk to you about.” She said, coming to sit opposite him. Zayed turned from his lab top to her, giving her his full attention.

“Yes, what is it?” He inquired.

“Your father told me,” She exhaled and pressed both her hands to her laps as she sat down on the chair. “That you want to set a date for the wedding?” She put forward but her tone was questioning.

“Yes,” Zayed nodded. “I asked him to do that so that we’re over with this thing and he returns to his treatment.” He explained. Umm Zayed frowned when her son referred to his wedding as ‘this thing’.

“But son a wedding is not like an engagement that a few men gather around and the ceremony is over. It takes a lot more effort and time than you think.”

“I didn’t say that the wedding will be tomorrow, mother.” Zayed retorted turning back to his lap top. “You can still have a few weeks ahead of you.”

“Allah yesamhak ya weldi, and what could we possibly do in a few weeks. There is going to be a women’s function for the engagement, your Milcha and then the wedding. We can’t just finish all of that in a few weeks.” Umm Zayed hurried in her defense. “I have waited for this day for so long and I will do everything that I wished to do for my older sons wedding.”

Zayed turned to her with a sad smile. “Easy there woman, you’re gonna have to give up on some of your dreams.” He tried to make his tone light and teasing as he mused over his next sentence. “--- I don’t… want to have a Milcha, we’ll sign the papers in the court and that’s it.”

She threw him a disbelieving look.

“What do you mean?” Umm Zayed seemed surprised.

“You know what I mean mother.” Zayed replied, brushing her astonishment off.

“Yeah but why?”

“You don’t expect me to celebrate full-heartedly when father’s situation is like that.”

“Your father’s fine Alhamdulillah.”

“Yes, and I want him to be better by turning back to his treatment as soon as he can. Badr said his doctor will be back soon. He needs to travel.” Zayed leaned forward at the table and rested his elbows there.

Umm Zayed stared in her son’s eyes not knowing how to bring him around. She knew he was stubborn and once he made his mind on something, then no one could change it. There was no point in arguing with him.

“But that is impossible, what will the people say?”

“What will they say?” Zayed sounded a bit agitated. “That a man doesn’t want to have a ceremony for his Milcha, it’s not the first time it’s happening mother.” He asserted and saw disappointment in his mother’s eyes. “You can save your dreams for your other children. You still have Mona and Jassim.” He now tried to sound calm.

“And what about Mahra? What if she prefers differently?” Umm Zayed set forward, her voice firm.

“Don’t worry about her. I’ll consult it with her.” Zayed confidently said.

“Consult it with her or persuade her?” She asked, with a wry smile. Zayed shook his head not replying. “Haven’t you talked to her? It’s been two days since your engagement.” She then said.

“No, I thought I’d see her at work but she’s not coming.” Zayed stated.

“Yeah, she must feel awkward now.”

“No, I don’t think she’s that unprofessional.”

They were talking when they heard a soft knock on the door. Zayed invited them in and the visitor was Mona. She came in with a cup of tea in her hands for Zayed.

“Mona, it’s been half an hour since I told you to get your brother some tea.” The mother complained. Mona placed it in front of her brother who gave her an appreciative smile.

“I was with father. He needed to take his medicine.”

“Is he asleep?” Umm Zayed asked, standing up. Mona shook her head.

“No, not yet.” She informed.

“Okay Habibi,” Umm Zayed addressed her son. “You drink your tea. I’ll go see your father.” With that she left the room.

“Drink the tea and tell me how it is?” Mona stood there near her brother.

“You made it?” Zayed looked up at her and she nodded.

“It might be the first and the last time I am making tea for you, then your wife will have that honor and to be honest I don’t envy her for that.” She said, walking around the table and taking the seat which Umm Zayed had been sitting at. Zayed didn’t reply but smiled at her.

“Zayed, can I ask you a question?” She said, innocently. Her brother nodded encouragingly as he looked for some papers in the drawers of the table. “Are you content with the decision of your marriage?” Mona’s question made Zayed leave whatever he was doing and raise his face to look at her.

He thought about it for a while, looking in her eyes.

“Why do you ask?” Zayed answered her question with a question. They stared at each other as if they were reading each other’s minds. For a young girl like Mona, she was very observant, that’s why she and Zayed had been very close back in the days.

“I just thought that you were convinced to do this.” Once again she guessed the truth, but Zayed quickly denied it.

“Clearly you thought wrong.” He disagreed. Mona nodded slowly, looking at her hands in her laps.

“For my satisfaction, please tell me that you didn’t forsake your life for me?” She asked, her voice hardly detectable.  Zayed frowned at her assumptions, taken a little off guard yet again.

“What makes you say that I forsook my life for you?” He gave her a surprised look.

“Everybody thought that you would marry someone like Jenaan. She was very much like you.” Mona came clean. “But now you’ve chosen Mahra who…” She paused before continuing. “Who doesn’t have anything wrong in her but she seems very different.”

Zayed stayed silent because he saw her considering something else.

“I would never be able to forgive myself if I came in the way of your happiness.” She uttered, now turning to her older brother. Zayed leaned forward again at the table and sighed.

“Mona, I make my decisions based on what I think is good for me. Seeing the type of a girl Mahra is and her family background I can see that she will make a good wife. We’ve known her family from a long time and don’t forget she is Hamad’s sister.” Zayed waited and saw his sister blush at the mention of Hamad’s name. “You don’t have anything to do with my decisions.” He tried to speak as optimistically as he could, whereas inside he felt the exact opposite.

“And don’t over think stuff, it leads to confusion.” He smiled, recalling what his uncle Badr had once told him. Mona looked at him and nodded with a light smile on her lips.

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Monday: 5:30 PM

The sun was hidden behind the grey clouds and the leaves rustled with the wind, when Zayed parked his car in the parking lot and headed to one of the cafés of downtown Dubai. He was here to see Jenaan who had returned from Abu Dhabi and asked to meet him. Zayed headed to the place where they’d decided to meet.

He spotted her from far away, her golden blonde hair shone from a distance. Since the weather was nice, she had chosen the outdoor seating area of the café. He slowly made his way to her table and when got close enough, Jenaan’s eyes found him too. The corners of her lips cracked into a forced smile.

“Finally.” She said, standing up.

“Sorry I am late.” Zayed apologized not liking himself for keeping her waiting. He stretched his hand and when Jenaan shook it he regretted his move, instantly. The simple handshake did more to him than it should have. “How are you?” He asked, ignoring her eyes.

“Fine, what about you?” She questioned as they both sat down.

“Good.” Zayed now allowed himself to look at her. Once their eyes met, her good-looking face creased into a smile.

“You’ve been kept out of sight?” Jenaan began.

“I should say the same thing about you.”

“I was out of town and I called you before going. Why didn’t you answer?” She questioned, tilting her head a little to look at him closely.

“I was busy.” He stated, staring back at her. A few seconds later, Jenaan’s gaze flickered away from him and she ran her fingers in her long hair, gathering all her hair at one side, out of her way.

“Busy enough to not call me back.” She accused which bothered Zayed.

“You’re the last person I’d ignore. I got really busy.” He revealed half the truth.

“Yes, of course.” She remembered, nodding. “I heard you got engaged?”

“You’ve heard right.” He answered flatly.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You weren’t in town.” Zayed retorted.

“And you couldn’t call?”

Zayed took a moment before answering her question. And she waited for his reply like the sun waited behind the clouds, wanting to come out again and shine.

“So many questions lined up for me. Why don’t you catch your breath?” He tried to lighten up the atmosphere and called the waitress, giving her both their orders.

Meanwhile, Jenaan leaned back on her chair and stared at a couple of European kids that laughed together at something. She was frowning, slightly. And when she turned back to Zayed her face straightened.

“I like questioning things, you know.” She said in a hushed tone.

“Yes, I know that about you.” Zayed replied, examining her expressions closely. She seemed to be lost in a whole different world.

“Like why are people afraid of being alone, why do we always want to be happy?” She had again turned to look at the kids and Zayed at her. “Why are we afraid of darkness and why does God warn us from the punishment of fire, why not something else?” She finished, her green eyes filled with wonder.

Zayed’s face had been grave, suddenly it broke into a brilliant, malicious smile. There was a different vibe in the atmosphere, an awkward energy.

“Go on, why is the sky blue, for instance?” He made fun. But Jenaan was too serious to notice.

“Right, why are some people so ‘selfless’?” She blamed. The last word clicked in Zayed’s brain and he thought he understood her game.

“Why do others have to be so ‘oblivious’?” He responded.

“Why does the sun always make us wait?” This time she peered in his eyes, wanting him to understand the double meaning of her words.

“Why does spring always come so late?” Zayed referred to her realization.

This made her smirk and she looked down.

“You rhymed it well. It could be a poem.” She said, glancing at him.

“Yeah, that’s your doing. You influence the writer in me.” He beamed.

“You could be a poet you know.”

“No, I couldn’t. I must be in grief to attract emotion and as you say ‘Art never comes from happiness.’” He recalled.

“But you were great.” She complimented.

“What are you suggesting?” Zayed questioned eye brows raised. “That I am in grief?”

“No, I didn’t suggest anything.” She declared, staring at the table and not him.

A long awkward moment dragged by and at last the sun came out. She finally raised her head and her gaze met his steadily. In the raises of the setting sun, her dark green eyes became a lighter green, the color of peace.

“I am the first friend who didn’t attend her best friend’s engagement.” She charged and Zayed shook his head slowly.

“It was a men’s function only.” He informed.

“Yes, Deema told me but she didn’t tell me anything about your fiancé.” Jenaan stressed a little at the last word.

“It’s cause your sister doesn’t know anything about her, no one knows anything about her.” Zayed said, fidgeting a little in his seat.

“Including you?” Jenaan asked, biting her lower lip.

“Excluding me.” He admitted. She furrowed an eye brow and nodded.

They fell silent when he glanced over her shoulder and spotted their server, walking towards them, carrying their order. While the waitress placed the order on the table, Jenaan had taken out her phone from her bag and began to text someone. Zayed found her very different and quite odd today and wondered, what was the reason for her noteworthy behavior?

“Is she the same girl you told me about last time?” She asked at length, once she had placed her phone aside.

Zayed gave a short nod and picked up his cup of coffee.

“What’s her name?”

“Mahra.”  The word rolled out of Zayed’s mouth ever so casually. He noticed that it was dry and emotionless. Placing his left elbow on the arm chair and leaning back he added; “Mahra Ali.” This time he tried to mix in some feelings there. He needed it to sound informal. It wasn’t one of his employees he was naming, he was naming his ‘fiancé’ like Jenaan had said.

“How long have you known her?” Another question! Zayed measured her expressions and Jenaan seemed a little unsettled. He took a sip of his coffee before replying, knowing her gaze was fixed at him.

“Since forever you can say. Her older brother is a close friend. I knew her since she was very young even my father and hers go way back.” He explained.

“How old is she?”

“She’s twenty three.” He recalled checking her file at work, this morning.

“Four years difference.” Jenaan pointed out, sounding a bit off. Zayed nodded and carried on drinking his coffee. He hadn’t noticed the age difference between him and Mahra. No wonder there was a huge difference in their way of thinking as well.

His companion had hushed, quietly drinking her coffee. Zayed didn’t disturb her when she looked too deeply lost in them. He waited for her to say something but nothing came forth.

“What? No more questions?” He asked, his lips curving into an involuntary smile. Jenaan’s eyes flickered up at him from under her lashes.

“Congratulations.” She finally said.

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Two weeks later

Friday, 1:40 PM

As the weeks passed by in a blur, Zayed’s sorrow increased whenever he got away from glee. As if he had a chunk of happiness in his hands earlier but now it slipped out of them and he hated his incapability of controlling it. His trials for his own contentment were like the false attempts of catching the invisible air which frustrated him.

Zayed left the Mosque after performing his Friday prayer. He reached his car and stood in front it, waiting for his father and uncle to come out as well. He knew they’d get caught up with friends and acquaintances and that the wait will be long.

Meanwhile, his eyes unwillingly turned to two women walking out of the women’s prayer area. A voice told him to look away but he wasn’t staring at them with bad intentions. He watched the young girl take the hand of her grandmother or mother, God knows. The way the older woman walked reminded him of his grandmother and he realized he hadn’t visited her in two weeks. He must.

As he decided to visit her today, he saw his father and Badr come forth. When they got closer to him, Waleed inquired about Jassim and Zayed told him he had left earlier with his friends; which made the old man shake his head disapprovingly.

Now that the elders were here, he could finally leave. When Zayed was about to open his car’s door, he heard his father call him.

“Call your mother and tell her that we wouldn’t be coming for lunch.” He informed, making Zayed frown.

“Why? Where are we going?” He asked.

“To Hamad’s house. He has invited..no, I told him that we’d be coming over for lunch.”

“What for?” Zayed’s curiosity increased. Pre-planning was one of his father’s ways of acting. He would plan and announce his decision at the last minute.

“Get in the car and I’ll tell you on your way.” Waleed declared and turned to face Badr. “You’re coming with us Badr.” He ordered without questioning.

Badr remained silent and nodded as a reply. Waleed settled down on the passenger’s seat in Zayed’s car and Badr followed them to Hamad’s place. When they were out of their neighborhood, Waleed broke down the ice.

“Your uncle informed me that the doctor that he had in mind has gone to Germany for a vocation. He might be away for fifteen days and when he comes back, he proposes to take me there for treatment.” Waleed spoke. Zayed already knew all of this. He and Badr had discussed this matter, so he listened carefully to the remaining part of the story without interrupting. “I don’t know how long the treatment will take, when or how I will return. God knows who is alive or dead till that time.” He said, making his son frown. “But before leaving I want you to get settled down before my eyes.”

Zayed was staring at the road ahead but his father’s last sentence made him steel a glance at him. He and his father had discussed this matter earlier and had made a decision. He also talked to Mahra about it; who seemed to have had no problems either. “Yes father, as you wish. The earlier, the better.”

“May Allah shower all his blessings upon you my son.” Waleed prayed and was silent for a while. “Some of Hamad’s uncles will be there to discuss the matter and then we will fix a date for your wedding.” He spoke at length.  

Zayed nodded without saying a word. He let the news slowly sink into his brain and his soul without further damage.

Once they got to the place Zayed parked in front of the house and Badr behind him. It was the second time he visited this house in one month. Last time Zayed came to Hamad’s place was to tie knots with his sister and today after two weeks he’s come to perform some formalities regarding his marriage. They got out of their cars; the door was left open and entered the house.

 As they did so, they saw Hamad get out of the men’s Maylis and come forward to welcome and greet them. He led his guests to the maylis which was already bustling around with energy. Zayed entered the very familiar maylis he often visited when he was young. But from the last two visits he came here as family, or so it was supposed to be.

 After exchanging greetings with the guests already present in the room, he took the seat he had taken last time on his engagement, which was placed in the heart of the huge room, attracting the attention of all comers and goers. Badr sat between him and Saif, Mahra’s only uncle who was a great man, Zayed had concluded. His father, on the other hand, sat at the left corner of the room with Hamad’s oldest uncle.

And when the men got together, having nearly the same temperament, then this gathering became more intriguing and gratifying. Zayed had noticed that both his father and Hamad were extremely overjoyed with recent events and he tried to imitate their excitement but was unable to do so. God knew when life would reach his soul and overfill it with joy!

In the core of laughter and liveliness, the men had lunch together and after several times of discussing the same matter they finally came to the end of the line. Waleed announced that his son was to get married after three weeks. All men wished Zayed Good Luck and prayed for his and Mahra’s happiness.

Seconds, minutes and hours passed as they sat there talking, then some of the guests started departing one by one. When the maylis was empty, none but Zayed and his uncle and father were there, Waleed asked Hamad to call Mahra and that he needed to see and talk to her, which was unexpected and surprising for Zayed. Hamad stood up and left both the father and son as they sat there waiting for her to come.

Zayed waited impatiently, not because he couldn’t wait to see her but because he wanted all of this to be over soon. He couldn’t act anymore even though it was just the beginning. But he had promised himself that he will try. He will try and give Mahra all that a girl wishes for and his father all that he hoped to see; no matter how many sacrifices he had to make.

After about five minutes of waiting, they finally heard footsteps on the door. Zayed looked up but the door didn’t open. He heard some whispers from the other side, his eyes fixed at the door knob, soon after it opened and Mahra emerged from the door. Before entering completely she went rigid on her spot, her eyes on Zayed. Waleed couldn’t see her because the door was half open and she stood on the other side.

Zayed’s eyes scanned her and noticed everything that should be noticed. For him, sparks weren’t flying upon seeing her, the world didn’t stop either. It was as normal as he first saw her in his office. Although he did think she looked a little different in that red dress. Different not beautiful, just ‘different’!

Her nervousness on the other hand didn’t go unheeded and too prove him right, the very second she had seen him, she had frozen but when senses kicked back in; Mahra spun on her heels and turned to escape the place.

Unfortunately for her, she hadn’t even taken a step further when she bumped into Hamad, who stood behind her, like a wall between her and her outbreak. He stood there towering her and grabbed her hands that were pressed hard to his chest. She had closed her eyes.

“Mahra,” He whispered, trying to sound dissatisfied but in reality he was enjoying this. His sister opened her eyes and tried to seek his. Hamad nudged her a little to the opposite direction, indicating that she needed to go in.

“Hamad, please no.” She pleaded with her eyes and begged him to not make her do this. Hamad turned to look at Zayed who was looking at them, and smiled.

“Get in, uncle Waleed is waiting for you.” Hamad now said loudly enough for Waleed to hear, all the while smiling mischievously.

When Waleed heard Hamad’s voice and saw them approach he called Mahra. “Ta’ali binti Ta’ali (Come child come).” He summoned her with a gesture of his hand. But for Mahra, her astonishment was beyond explanation. She stared, colored and was silent; then she started to move.

“Salaam Aliakum,” She tried to say loud enough for them to hear. Her fiancé and in-laws replied to her in unison and smiled at her hesitancy.

 “Come sit here, by me.” Waleed invited warmly. Both Badr and Zayed noticed his loving tone when he addressed her.

Zayed leaned back at the sofa with his eyes fixed on her. He noticed how unlikely it was for her to behave in such a way. She seemed to be a different person than that he knew.

Mahra went to sit by her uncle Waleed and unfortunately for her Zayed was seated at a small distance from his father. She knew if she looked up she’ll see him and so to avoid him and his intimidating eyes she changed her position a slight bit, now facing the wall.

“I didn’t take you to be a shy girl.” Waleed’s words flustered Mahra even further, her complexion became pink with embarrassment and the tension in her nerves was visible in every feature and every move.

Hamad interfered to save the day and rescue his sister; “No, she wasn’t expecting some surprising guests.” He humored looking at Zayed who smiled back.

Mahra lifted her eyes to Hamad, and glared at him. She wanted him to stop embarrassing her. It was enough that he brought her in this room without telling her that Zayed was here so that she would at least prepare herself mentally for this encounter.

“Tell me how has my daughter-in-law been?” Waleed turned to look at Mahra, his eyes shining.

“I am good uncle. How have you been? Insha Allah well?” Mahra tried to speak calmly.

“I am very well as you can see.” Waleed replied. Mahra smiled at him still trying to ignore Zayed whose gaze was glued at her.

“How are you Mahra?” The voice that she had been longing to hear from the past two weeks, said.

Mahra looked up to see him, and when their eyes met she searched for any admiration in his eyes. But Zayed was good at concealing his emotions. She wondered what feelings were being hidden? What was it that these eyes liked in her? Still at the back of her mind she wished some day she would live in those enchanting eyes.

She was struggling for the appearance of composure and would not open her lips until she believed herself to have attained it. “Alhamdulillah, how have you been?” She managed to reply at last.

“Alhamdulillah,” Zayed’s answer was brief. He turned to his father who was staring at him. Waleed then introduced Badr to Mahra who sat next to Zayed. Once they exchanged greetings Mahra dropped her eyes, hating herself for acting like a shy girl. She wasn’t like this.

But soon after her uncle’s voice made her look up again; “I have heard about your absence at work.” He stated. Mahra unwillingly turned to Zayed, surprised that he had given her away. “Mr. Faisal surely has noticed your empty spot.” Waleed explained, removing her doubts before she even began to accuse Zayed.

“Yes, I haven’t been able to..I thought I should...” She trailed off. Her nervous behavior was almost frustrating.

“I hope it is okay with your ‘boss’?” Waleed suggested. The men in the room grinned at the last word and turned to look at Zayed.

Mahra smiled, not knowing what to say.

“It isn’t okay…but she has been allowed to have some days off.” Zayed pretended to make a joke, steeling a glance at her. Hamad grinned widely at that looking from him to Mahra.

“I must say Zayed, you are going too easy on her.” Hamad said to his friend. The men laughed again at that.

“As long as I am alive Mahra shall see no hardship.” The old man announced. Mahra looked up at her uncle, giving him the warmest smile she could sum up.

“Please ‘Ammi (uncle) don’t spoil her more than she already is.” Hamad ridiculed.

“I like my daughters a little spoiled and Mahra deserves all the best she can get.” Waleed stated, making Zayed turn to him. He noticed how his father looked at Mahra the way he looked at Mona and Laylah. His affection for her, shown so clearly in his eyes, was far from comprehension.

Waleed looked down and stared at the table in front of him then said in a very deep voice; “I wish your father was here today. Everything here is complete except from his presence.” He paused, in the memory of his friend. “Allah Yarhamak ya Ali.” He prayed and turned to look at Mahra who was staring at him.

“Allah yarhamah,” Everyone said in unison.

Silence lapsed in the room and once again the old man broke it. Now that he had seen Mahra, he was ready to leave. “Very well, we shall be leaving now.” He made to stand up and everyone rose with him. “Take care of yourself, binti,” He said placing his hand on Mahra’s head. “And if there’s anything you need.” He walked forward. “Let me or Zayed know.” He offered.

“Wojudak Yakfee (Your presence is enough).” Mahra replied as they walked out of the room and the other men followed her. They stopped at the door and waleed said;

 “Yalla binti Ma’asalamah, give my regards to your mother.”

After saying farewell, the guests started to leave the maylis but Mahra stayed behind. Hamad and Badr walked after Waleed but Zayed’s steps got slower whereas Mahra’s heartbeats quickened. He got closer to the door which Mahra held open.

“It was good to see you.” he lied.

“Same here.” Mahra’s words were true.

“I hope you weren’t too surprised with my presence here.” He made efforts to lengthen the conversation.

“I was actually, Thanks to Hamad.” Mahra confessed, smiling at the ground.

"Try not to be too harsh on him." He suggested, plastering a smile on his face. Mahra looked down embarrassed.

"I'll try," She added. "Although Hamad has always had a liking for pulling my leg."

"Yes, I noticed. He's had that habit ever since we were young."

Mahra grinned.

There was a small pause which was followed by one of his considerate questions.

“Tamareeni ala shai, (Is there anything you need)?” He offered.

“Salaamtak.” Mahra replied, smiling. He said farewell, took two more steps towards the door and then he was gone.

As he walked out of the room he soon caught up with Badr who was walking slowly behind Hamad and Waleed. Upon seeing his nephew appear next to him, Badr smiled wickedly;

 “You described her falsely for me, she looks anything but wild.” He whispered to him. Zayed himself was confused, judging from what he saw of her today and when he spoke to her on the phone she seemed to look like a quiet and serene person, not as confident and bold as she once was.

“She took me by surprise too,” Zayed confessed and waited for his uncle’s opinion on Mahra but he had none.

“What no more comments on my soon-to-be wife?” Zayed ridiculed, his tone was unintentionally mocking.

“No, but I now know why your father has chosen her for you.” Badr asserted.

“Off course,” Zayed smirked. “You were quiet all along. You must have been observing.”

Badr nodded, not replying and tried to ignore his sarcasm.

“Why then?” Zayed inquired as they got closer to the door and Hamad and his father were near the car. “Why her?” He questioned.

“I won’t give you a reason, but when the time comes, you will know it yourself.”

And Zayed wondered will he ever know?!

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