SATURDAY 4PM – ALI RAFIQAs soon as he catches my eye across the crowded arrivals hall, my brother rushes to greet us, hugging me tightly and offering to carry our bags. It's great to see Jameel again, it's been far too long, although I sense that he's stressed due to circumstances beyond his control. Perhaps my news will set his mind at rest. But more about that later. We've got all weekend to go over the details.
“You're doing well for yourself, brother,” I comment, as he unlocks the Lexus and gets behind the steering wheel. “Nice motor, very classy.”
Jameel shrugs, but I can see that he's proud. Life in London suits him and even in his casual weekend clothes, my little brother looks polished and affluent.
“How was your flight?” he asks casually, glancing in the rear-view mirror at my
