Chapter 33

Haidar Jega

4 YEARS LATER

SAUDI ARABIA, MEDINA

I touched my chin and the beards that had formed there were becoming troublesome. I had never been the type to keep beards but ever since I flew to Saudi, I kept them. They were of average height and curly. I never failed to oil them every day. They did fit me well, I liked my new look. It made me look intimidating a bit. "Akhi we are late for jumma'a" Salim yelled from downstairs. I chuckled while wrapping my turban around my head. That boy never fails to throw tantrums.

"I'm coming, Salim!" I said. I sprayed a bit of perfume on my body and then dashed out of my room immediately.