All That Is In The Heavens [Part 13]: By Faith Alone

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Yasin Rahman should battle to the dying in opposition to an invisible murderer, and one other sporting a spotlight gem.

 

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LOCATION: PERSEUS ARM OF THE MILKY WAY GALAXY

YEAR: 4097 HIJRI – 565 UNITED ARMY CALENDAR

United Army Squad 3690 of the UA Starburst, so as of rank:

  1. Yasin “Cutter” Rahman – Captain. Combat technique grasp.
  2. Weili Menco Zhang – Corporal. Xeno-geographer. Calm and funky in battle. Carries a lasgun and a tekpi (trident).
  3. Ammar Abuzaid – Master Sergeant. Botanist and fight coach. Oldest member of the squad. Quran hafedh.
  4. Bilal Mustafa – Fleet Officer. Xenobiologist, married to Rowaida.
  5. Rowaida Ali – Fleet Officer. Ship’s pilot, mechanic and fabricator, married to Bilal.
  6. Samir “Smasher” Sufyan – Specialist. Drone tech and explosives professional. Carries an ax. Multiple awards for valor, but in addition repeated misconduct violations.
  7. Ami Abdulghaffar – Specialist. Medic and psychotherapist.
  8. Amina Quraishi – Private First Class. Computer tech and AI diagnostics. Hijabi. Silat professional. Fearless.
  9. Hisham – Private. Grenadier, plus provides & requisitions.
  10. Summer – Private. Riflecarrier and meals companies.
  11. Tarek – Private. Riflecarrier and janitorial. 18 years previous.

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Excerpt from The Life and Death of Yasin Rahman, By Dr. Ami Abdulghaffar:

It astounds me that there are individuals who commit violence in Yasin Rahman’s title. Have they discovered nothing from his sacrifice?

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Icer

Rahman heard the phrases popping out of Colonel Bakri’s mouth: “We want you to assassinate the president of NewMalaysia…” But his mind couldn’t make sense of them.

He stood as if hit by an icer. It was a brand new weapon the crabs had gotten their fingers on not too long ago. It regarded like a rifle with a cone affixed to the barrel, and despatched out a wide-dispersal vitality wave that prompted a person to freeze in place, or, if he was off steadiness, to fall over, however nonetheless frozen like an iced cincau. The crabs had certainly not developed it themselves. Technological innovation wasn’t their factor. Rahman had heard that they’d bought from the Marachanda A considered one of two genetically comparable peoples – the opposite being the Marachanda B – occupying separate planets within the Marachanda system, and locked in a perpetual state of warfare.

Rahman had seen an icer solely as soon as, in a battle out within the deepity deeps, a couple of mild years from a blue-white supergiant star that was a part of the Double Cluster. He was a corporal again then, a part of a cluster of ships attacking a crab mining colony. UA command needed to protect the mine and the orbital processing station that accompanied it, so the UA troopers had been boots-on. Rahman himself was on the orbiting station, shifting wing to wing along with his squad, participating in hand-to-hand fight.

When a crab stepped out of concealment and fired the icer, each soldier in Rahman’s squad was immobilized, together with Abuzaid, Zhang, and Smasher. Except for Rahman himself. Two years earlier than, the UA had saved his life by constructing him a synthetic nervous system, and apparently it immunized him in opposition to the results of the icer. He proceeded to battle alone, combating desperately to maintain his squadmates from being additional harmed. He dragged all of them behind a bulkhead and made a stand, combating till a semicircular mound of crab our bodies lay earlier than him. All his squadmates survived that battle, and Rahman was promoted to lieutenant, and was given the inexperienced crescent – the best medal for valor.

Now, nonetheless, standing earlier than Colonel Bakri, he felt like he’d been hit by an icer once more, however this time it had labored. He stood immobile as Bakri continued to speak, apparently taking Rahman’s silence for assent:

President Hena Khan

“The President’s name is Hena Khan. She is the granddaughter of Helmy Kham, who was President when you joined the UA. You will be alone on this mission. You will receive no support from the UA, whether tactical or human. If you are caught, we will disavow you, and you will certainly be executed by the civilian government. There is a network of monitoring satellites that blanket the surface of NewMalaysia. The system is called Cornea. It’s run by an AI, and not only can it identify an individual bumblebee buzzing around a flower anywhere in the world, it has a highly successful track record of analyzing and predicting human behavior patterns, in order to track fugitives. If you succeed in killing President Khan, planetary law enforcement will attempt to activate Cornea. However, the UA owns the system, and we will inform them that it is down for routine maintenance. We can get away with this for perhaps six hours. By then you must be already off-planet and well away.”

Colonel Bakri took a small glass marble from his pocket and held it up. It was white, with tiny blue occlusions. Rahman had seen these earlier than. They had been disposable knowledge drives, meant for use as soon as and destroyed.

“This contains complete schematics of the presidential palace, along with Khan’s daily routine, and what is known of her itinerary for the next seven days. It will also give you information on her diet, sleep patterns, and known health conditions, most notably high blood pressure. Download the data to your brain drive, then destroy the marble. It’s quite fragile.”

Bakri threw the marble to Rahman, who caught it reflexively.

Top Secret

The act of shifting appeared to interrupt the spell, and Rahman was lastly in a position to communicate. “You’re insane. I’m not going to assassinate the leader of my own homeworld. Even if I was an assassin, which I’m not. Why would you even want that? The UA is sworn to protect humanity and the worlds under its aegis, isn’t that the mission statement? What kind of night-drunk warp is this?”

White marbleHe dropped the marble to the ground and stepped on it. It crunched beneath his heel, crumbling as if it had been fabricated from sugar. Bakri was proper about it being fragile.

The colonel half rose, and reached for his sidearm. Then he relaxed and waved a hand, dismissing Rahman’s act of defiance. “She is a traitor. She has been working in collaboration with the crabs, just as her grandfather did. Do you remember the firebombing of Bornaya? That city is nothing but glass now, as far as the eye can see. Her grandfather engineered that in order to eliminate his political opponents. And Hena Khan has followed suit. We know for a fact she has been in secret contact with the Imperium. This is all classified, you cannot speak of it. It would cause civil war if people knew. We can’t just arrest her, for the same reason. She needs to be eliminated in a way that looks either like an accident, or the work of a lone nutcase. Some night-drunk wacko acting alone.”

Rahman stared at Bakri. He’d by no means heard of any of this. But if Bakri was telling the reality, he wouldn’t have heard it. This type of data could be prime secret. He simply wished he had a way of figuring out if Bakr was telling the reality or not. Not that he would take the job anyway. He wasn’t an murderer. But simply to know if he was being lied to and manipulated to his face.

Lie Detector

Abuzaid as soon as advised him that within the previous days they’d methods of telling if an individual was mendacity or not, even with out brainwave scans and empaths. Rahman peered at Bakri, attempting to discern these telltale indicators. But it was ineffective, he may detect nothing.

As if in response to Rahman’s intent, his synthetic eye adjusted its focus. It was an odd sensation. His visual field break up down the center. His proper eye’s imaginative and prescient remained regular, however on the left aspect, Bakri was magnified. Rahman may see each wrinkle and fold within the man’s ruined face. Data appeared on the higher left of his visual field:

Respiration – 15 bpm – higher regular.
Heart fee – 80 bpm – higher regular.
Blood stress – 120/80 – higher regular.
Perspiration regular.
Conclusion: reasonable systemic stress. Inconclusive.

SubhanAllah! His eye was a lie detector! Rahman needed to cease himself from grinning. He’d been via a fact examination himself, when he joined the UA, and he remembered that they at all times requested a couple of management questions to find out a baseline.

“Colonel… are you Muslim?”

Bakri stiffened, as if offended by the query, however then he relaxed and answered. “Yes, of course, alhamdulillah. I was born on NewMalaysia. South Selangor, born and raised.”

The bio indicators remained regular, and even declined a bit. His eye concluded: Truth

The colonel was telling the reality. Huh. The man was a Southie. “That’s rough territory,” Rahman noticed.

“You have no idea. Do or die from the moment you can walk.” – Truth

How About This

Lie detector chartNow that he had a baseline, Rahman wasted no time. “At least show me the respect of telling me the truth. Is the President really a traitor?”

“Absolutely. We wouldn’t lie to you.”

All the bio indicators spiked. The eye reported: Deception

And her grandfather?

“Like I said, treason runs in the family.” – Deception

With his magnified imaginative and prescient, Rahman noticed beads of sweat get away on Bakri’s higher lip. He snorted in derision. At the identical time, he felt bitterly disillusioned. He hadn’t actually recognized if the colonel was telling the reality in regards to the mission or not, till now. He’d at all times believed the very best in regards to the UA, or not less than he’d at all times needed to. Now his illusions had been shattered. The group he belonged to, and fought for, was corrupt in some basic means, even when Rahman didn’t know the precise causes. La hawla wa la quwwata illah billah, as his mom used to say.

Seeing Rahman’s response, realization dawned on Bakri’s face. He sat again in his chair and set free a bitter chuckle, shaking his head at his personal stupidity.

“It’s the eye, isn’t it?” the colonel mentioned. “It’s bio-analyzing me. I didn’t think it would be online for several hours more, and I didn’t read the briefing on it in any case. I tend to forget about such things, since I have zero implants.”

“Is anything you said true?”

Bakri set his fingers flat on the desk and leaned ahead. His expression was grim. “You want some truth? How about this: This highliner is part of a fleet of one thousand ships. We carry the most formidable weapons of any surviving race in the Perseus arm. The UA takes exception with how Hena Khan is running NewMalaysia. The specifics don’t matter. The point is that if you do not kill that woman within one week, this fleet will rain down fire and death on NewMalaysia. They will burn that warping planet to the ground.”

Truth, Rahman’s eye concluded.

The Wrong Man

Rahman was shocked. Destroy NewMalaysia? A planet with a inhabitants of billions? It was unthinkable. La ilaha il-Allah. Finally he stammered, “But – but you said you’re Muslim. And you’re NewMalaysian. You have family there.”

“It’s not up to me!” the colonel shouted, his face turning purple. “Get it through your night-drunk skull. I am a pawn here as much as you are.” – Truth

Rahman’s eyes darted across the massive empty room as if in search of solutions. “You have the wrong man,” he mentioned lastly. “I’m not an assassin. I’m a soldier. I’m not qualified for this.”

“I thought you might say that.” Bakri took a small e-link out of his pocket and pressed a button. “Send in Gem.” He confronted Rahman matter of factly. “An assassin is coming in here to kill you. You may fight back with your knife only. No guns. Can’t have you blowing a hole in the hull. I’d rather you only disable him, not kill him. But he will not hold back, I assure you.”

Rahman dipped his chin, finding out the colonel. Was the person loopy? The eye reported: Mild Deception. Inconclusive. So there was certainly somebody coming to kill him, however Bakri was not telling the entire fact.

Rahman darted ahead. The colonel started to succeed in for his sidearm, however earlier than his hand reached it Rahman pressed at his aspect with a nanoknife one millimeter from the jugular vein. At this vary he may see each particular person striation of the colonel’s pupils, and odor his cologne, which someway reminded Rahman of the scent of a wet summer season evening on NewMalaysia. “One more question, Colonel. If I take this mission and succeed, what happens to me?”

The colonel glared at him. “You and your crew will be given a long range suicide mission. It’s a real mission, but no one has ever returned from it alive. A handy way of ensuring your silence.” – Truth.

Bone and Gem

A door to the aspect opened, and two males slipped via. Rahman knew that he was solely supposed to have the ability to see considered one of them, as the opposite wore a skin-tight refraction swimsuit that lined each centimeter of his physique. This was the deception the attention had detected. Bakri was attempting to trick him.

The murderer’s swimsuit was bone white, and Rahman noticed the air round it shimmer as the person moved. He’d heard of those fits, however by no means seen one. Anyone sporting one was speculated to be almost invisible. Rahman’s synthetic eye should be capable of see via the sunshine refraction impact.

The putatively invisible man carried no weapons, as they might have been seen. His fingers had been fashioned into stiff blades, with which he would little doubt chop or jab, attacking Rahman’s very important factors, such because the kidney, liver, backbone, base of the cranium, jugular vein, brachial nerve, diaphragm, or throat. Rahman pretended to not see him, and the person slipped behind him at a distance, shifting slowly in order to not make any sound.

Rahman backed a number of steps away from the colonel, forcing the invisible murderer to take a wider arc to get behind him.

Invisible warriorThe different murderer – Gem – was plainly seen, and in reality could be onerous to overlook, as he was a hulking big who stood shut to 2 meters tall, with muscle mass like small boulders. He was a Hindu focus priest, with a forked black beard and lengthy black hair, and an eight-pointed emerald – a spotlight gem – implanted in his brow. He carried a pair of curved swords that he saved in fixed movement, weaving in intricate patterns, thrusting, slashing, and circling.

Rahman flexed his jaw, activating his skinsuit, which took not more than a fraction of a second to roll up over his face and head, and down over his physique. It would seal cuts and counter viral and chemical assaults. His imaginative and prescient slipped out of truth-telling mode, although he may nonetheless see the light-refracting murderer.

Knife Only

Rahman drew his nanoblade. He possessed different weapons as nicely, however Bakri had mentioned knife solely, and Rahman didn’t doubt that if he violated the phrases of the combat, he could be handled harshly.

The white-robed murderer, who Rahman regarded as Bone, had been creeping up behind him. Rahman had pretended to not discover, however he sensed and noticed the person’s motion out of the barest nook of his peripheral imaginative and prescient. The man was now two steps behind him, surrounded by a subject of shimmering air, and with these weapon-like fingers able to ship paralyzing blows to Rahman’s kidneys, backbone, or neck.

Without warning, Rahman took one speedy step backward and shot out a thunderous again kick, leaning ahead and placing his hip into it. His heel linked with Bone’s photo voltaic plexus, driving the air out of his lungs explosively because the “invisible” murderer’s physique jackknifed and flew backward.

At that instantaneous, Gem attacked. The big murderer charged ahead with each swords in movement. Rahman was barely in a position to proper himself after his kick, parry the primary sword assault, and sidestep away from the whirling blades. The Indian stayed on him, pivoting easily and coming with a thrust from one sword adopted by a slash from the opposite. The two blades fashioned a spinning wheel of dying, in order that Rahman couldn’t penetrate to launch his personal assault.

At shut vary the person reeked of attar and sweat. His lengthy hair flew as he moved. Rahman felt like he was combating some type of wild beast. Seeing a gap, he thrust low along with his nanoknife, pondering to slash the hulking Indian’s calf. To his shock, the massive man parried the thrust with one sword and aimed a slash at Rahman’s neck with the opposite. The murderer was not taking part in round. His intention was clearly to kill. Rahman barely averted the counter, and darted again out of vary. Rahman was very quick, a lot quicker than a traditional human, however this man had the benefit of the main target gem.

Rahman knew in concept how the gem labored. It allowed the wearer to focus his total consideration, his total thoughts, on one single job. In these moments, the particular person would possibly overlook even his personal title. There could be no consciousness of ache or fatigue, little doubt or concern, no distractions.

The initiative shifted to Rahman. He thrust once more, and once more it was blocked and countered, and once more, and every time he barely averted the lethal replies of the swords. Bakri had advised him to not kill the assassins, however you might throw that instruction out of the viewport. Rahman would do no matter it took. He feinted low and attacked excessive, aiming for the person’s neck. Gem twisted away on the final instantaneous and the slash caught his proper triceps, the nanoknife driving absolutely into the flesh, severing the muscle and putting bone. At the identical instantaneous, the Indian introduced up his different sword and slashed throughout Rahman’s ribs, reducing him deeply.

The Only Way

Rahman stepped again, his chest heaving. The Indian’s proper arm hung uselessly at his aspect, pouring blood. The man dropped the sword from that hand and kicked it away. Rahman, in the meantime, had not but begun to really feel the ache of his wound, whereas the skinsuit had already stopped the bleeding.

Leaping ahead, he pressed the assault. The massive Indian had just one sword now. It was all the person may do to counter every blow. But counter he did, and as Rahman thrust at Gem’s coronary heart, the person parried the blow and lashed out at Rahman’s knee with a kick. The kick linked, and Rahman stumbled. The Indian got here excessive with a decapitating strike, however Rahman turned the stumble right into a roll and escaped.

Back on his ft, Rahman discovered himself limping. The ache within the knee was agonizing, however he may bear it for now. Even with one sword, and despite the fact that Rahman was quicker, Gem was too good.

Behind him, Bone moaned. Rahman risked a fast look and noticed the person slowly climbing to his ft. Rahman knew he couldn’t combat each of those killers on the identical time. He needed to end this massive Indian, and there was just one solution to do it. He bellowed, “Satria Malay! Allahu Akbar!” and darted towards the massive murderer. When he was two steps away he threw his knife on the man’s stomach, and leaped excessive, ignoring the explosion of ache in his knee.

He hated to surrender his weapon. This was an all-or-nothing transfer. If it failed, he was performed for.

The Indian barely managed to parry the knife. He then turned his consideration to Rahman, but it surely was too late. Rahman’s leap carried him towards the murderer’s head like a cannonball. He lashed out with a fist, placing all his weight, momentum and energy into the punch. His fist linked squarely with the main target gem, and it shattered. Rahman’s knuckles cracked and the pores and skin of his hand break up open. The big Indian screamed and toppled backward. His head struck the bottom and he lay flat on his again, twitching, his eyes open and looking at nothing.

Rahman, down on one knee the place he’d landed after his leap, heard the slightest patter of a footstep behind him. He snatched up his fallen nanoknife and rolled to the aspect simply in time to keep away from a kick aimed in the back of his head by Bone. The veiled murderer aimed one other kick at Rahman’s throat. Rahman slipped to the aspect, introduced up his knife and sliced off the killer’s foot, his molecular knife passing via flesh and bone as simply as if it had been rice pudding. Blood spurted from the stump as the person shrieked and collapsed to the bottom.

Must Be You

Rahman deactivated his skinsuit, eliminated the collar and positioned it round Bone’s neck. Reaching via the invisibility subject made his fingers and arms tingle. He squeezed the collar to manually activate it. The swimsuit lined the person’s physique in lower than a second, and robotically sealed the amputation wound. The murderer lay on the bottom, absolutely seen now within the black swimsuit, clutching his leg and moaning. He would survive.

Rahman stood wearily, painfully. The minimize on his aspect ached, his knee was wobbly, and his hand was spilling blood. He turned to Bakri, who nonetheless sat on the desk within the middle of the room. The man’s expression was considered one of fascination and vindication.

“That,” Bakri mentioned, “is why it must be you.” The colonel eliminated one other marble from his pocket and tossed it to Rahman. “I brought a backup. Upload it and destroy it.”

Rahman felt a wave of fury stand up. He had heard that when a person wore a spotlight gem for lengthy sufficient, his consciousness grew to become certain to the gem. If the gem was destroyed, the wearer may die. So he had fairly presumably killed the murderer, Gem. And for what? Some type of silly check? These generals and colonels taking part in their depraved political video games, utilizing individuals like pawns, mendacity and manipulating. He took a step towards Bakri, his fingers shaking with rage.

The colonel paled and reached rapidly for his sidearm. Rahman didn’t care about that. He might be on the person earlier than the laser pistol cleared the holster. Bakri would by no means know what hit him. He’d messed with the mistaken particular person on at the present time. Rahman wouldn’t kill him, however a damaged nostril or jaw was the least the colonel deserved.

Yet… The colonel would possibly nicely punish Rahman’s total squad. Rahman set free a disconsolate breath and let his shoulders stoop. This was not a combat he may win.

Bakri noticed it. He relaxed, although he nonetheless regarded shaken. “Download the data.”

“I don’t want to do it,” Rahman mentioned dully. He felt hole. He had not eaten an precise meal in lots of days, since earlier than the battle of Breena Five. The autodoc had advised him that he should eat quickly, however as a substitute he’d simply fought for his life. His limbs felt like lead, and his thoughts was starting to fog.

Two Alternatives

“You face two alternatives,” Bakri mentioned. “One, you complete the mission. Your family is safe and your crew is happy. Two, you refuse. Your world – our world – will be bombed, and the President will be killed anyway. Maryam Munir will die, and your man Abuzaid will be prosecuted for treason. Make your choice.”

Rahman was overwhelmed and he knew it. He touched the marble to his skinpad and obtained a immediate for entry to his braindrive. He uploaded the information, then dropped the marble and crushed it.

Colonel Bakri stood. “We will be in orbit around NewMalaysia in three days. From there you’ll have one week to kill President Khan. Utilize whatever methods you must. This mission is off the books. It doesn’t exist. This meeting never happened. We never talked. I don’t know you, nor do Colonel Sani or General Aurangzeb.” He strode out of the room, taking the aspect door.

A second later the entrance door opened, and several other medics rushed in. They loaded the 2 fallen assassins onto hover stretchers and took them away. Another medic, a younger Chinese girl, approached Rahman. “Sir, let me take you to the autodoc.”

Food First

Rahman waved her off and walked away, limping and clutching his aspect the place he’d been slashed. Outside the convention room, he discovered Abuzaid pulling up in an open-topped two seater hovercar. He’d by no means been happier to see anybody in his life.

Amid exclamations and questions on what had occurred, the gray-haired sergeant helped Rahman into theRice and curried chicken automotive, insisting that Rahman should go to the autodoc.

“Food first,” Rahman mentioned. “Take me to the mess hall.”

“No need.” Abuzaid indicated the small storage compartment behind the seat.

Rahman’s hand was nonetheless bleeding. He drew his nanoknife and minimize a tiny piece out of Abuzaid’s pores and skin collar, and slapped it on the again of his hand. It instantly spreads over the wound, sealing it. He took a disinfection wand from a pocket of his uniform and waved it over his fingers. Only then did he attain again, painfully, to find a complete pot stuffed with a triple serving of rice, inexperienced beans and curried rooster.

He mentioned a heartfelt, “Bismillah!” and commenced to eat hurriedly, ravenously, then regarded up at Abuzaid in shock. “This is real food! Real meat. Not shaped algae. What did you do, raid the officer’s pantry?”

Abuzaid grinned. “I know. And guess what else?” He pointed to the buttons on his shoulder. “I’m a Master Sergeant! And, they moved Maryam Munir to a top-shelf autodoc, like the one you used. They even have a full time attendant watching her.”

All Alone

Still shoveling meals down his throat, Rahman nodded. The triumvirate had saved their phrase, and wasted no time about it. As he ate, nonetheless, he felt his spirits sinking. He’d been pressured to just accept an not possible and insane mission. How may he presumably assassinate the President of NewMalaysia? She was doubtlessly surrounded by scores of guards. Not to say the truth that he was not a chilly blooded assassin, nor a traitor to his personal individuals, his planet. And even when he may someway pressure himself to do it, and he succeeded, then what? Bakri had mentioned he’d be given a suicide mission to some far-off place. He couldn’t let his squad get dragged down with him. He needed to minimize them free.

It was all an excessive amount of, and for a second, regardless of the nice and cozy meals filling his stomach, he thought he would possibly weep.

Watching him, Abuzaid’s grin light. The elder man studied him, then mentioned, “Captain, I’m no fool. Such things don’t happen for no reason. Someone obviously hurt you, and something was asked of you. Whatever it is, I’m with you. You’re not only my captain, you’re my friend and brother.”

Rahman ate, and regarded. He’d been knowledgeable explicitly that if he advised anybody in regards to the mission, he’d be executed for treason. He was on their own on this. Just him, and Allah watching over him. Whether Allah would assist him or curse him for this damnable act, he didn’t know. He prayed for the previous, however feared the latter.

“What are they making you do?” Abuzaid repeated.

Rahman didn’t meet the person’s gaze. “Nothing,” he replied. “Nothing happened, and they didn’t ask me anything. We just got lucky, I guess.”

By Faith

Abuzaid set free a sigh and pulled the automotive over to the wall, stopping to let site visitors move. He turned to Rahman. “Fine. But think about this. How many battles did we survive, when we should have died? How many fell, while we press on? It wasn’t luck or skill, Cap. We’ve come this far by faith alone. Iman, tawakkul in Allah, and Allah’s mercy, nothing else. We can’t turn away from Allah now. He never failed us, never will. This life is confusing and muddled. That’s the definition of dunya. It’s disturbing and strange. That’s what it’s supposed to be. Faith itself is the only answer to dunya. We’ve come this far by faith. Don’t turn away now, don’t turn back.”

Abuzaid had at all times seen extra deeply into Rahman than anybody else. Rahman set his tray down, wiped his mouth with a sleeve, then leaned towards Abuzaid. He gripped the previous man’s face, and kissed him on the brow. “I hear you, akhi. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Now take me to see Maryam Munir.”

“Aye aye, sir.” Abuzaid began up the automotive and swung out.

Rahman picked up his tray and commenced to eat once more, letting the scrumptious meals – actual meals! – revitalize and restore him. Abuzaid’s phrases struck his coronary heart like an arrow of sunshine. It was simply what he wanted to listen to. Though he’d accepted the mission Bakri had given him, he would full it his means. We’ve come this far by religion. He would maintain to that religion, and Allah would see him via.

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Next: All That Is In The Heavens, Part 14 – NewMalaysia

 

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