CHAPTER 13

“Babe, I am so tired I could fall asleep on your couch right now,” I say lying down on one of the couches in Fatima’s office.

“I have been going for interviews for the past two weeks. I am so tired of saying the same thing to different people. I could lose my mind doing this,” I say getting comfortable on the couch.

“I am fine, thank you for asking and work is great,” Fatima replies sarcastically.

“I’m sorry, Fatima, I did not ask you how you are doing. Let’s start again. As-Salamu Alaykum, how are you, Fatima? How is work?”

“Wa Alaykum salam, now that’s better. I am doing fine, and work is work. So now I would ask you how your day is, but I already know. Sorry about all the interviews. Don’t worry, In Shaa Allah, you will get the visas,” Fatima says.

“How are things with Udar?” I ask recalling her telling me they had a few issues.

“Like I always say, better than you working with Ismail.”

“That’s not true, and for your informat