"Kin shirya (Are you ready)?" Mansur asked, poking his head into Salma's bedroom. The cold air greeted him instantly, accompanied by the overpowering smell of her incense sticks. He was surprised to find the room in darkness. Salma was lying on her bed, reading the history of Prophet Suleiman on her phone.
"In case you didn't hear me the first time, let me clarify. I'm not going anywhere with you." she said, turning her back to him. She was surprised to find him wearing a tuxedo. He looked dapper. And although Salma tried to convince herself otherwise, something fluttered in her midriff; something she'd never realised was there before.
"Come on, sweetheart. Don't be like that." he pouted, stepping into the room. Salma pulled up her blanket to her neck, ignoring him. The smell of his col
