Scarred For Life
"I'd forgotten. Poor fellow, he probably doesn't know what he's signed up for."
Amina opened her mouth to speak, but it was at that exact moment that the front door was pushed open. As one, they all turned to look at the newcomer.
Fahad was immensely tall, much taller than anyone Afrah had seen in a long time. He was bulkier too, with his wide shoulders and immensely huge arms. He was wearing a plain white kaftan, with a black cap, black cufflinks, black shoes and a black wristwatch.
"Assalamu alaikum," he greeted, his voice deep and booming. It reminded Afrah of a bulldog growling.
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