"Mmm... Is your mother well?" I tried to change the topic to dispel the embarrassment.
"She's well. Praise be to God," he replied, nodding.
"Didn't she come?"
"She came earlier this afternoon, after the afternoon prayer."
"Not together?"
"Nah. She came with Dad."
He placed the bowl, now just broth, and sipped from a glass of mineral water.
I turned my gaze outside, drawn by the sudden sound of a roar. Like the roar of water and wind coming together.
"Is it raining?" I asked, a bit panicked.
"Seems like it."
The man also turned to look. However, his expression remained calm.
" Glory to God," I said as the roar truly turned into a heavy downpour. The weather is indeed unpredictable now.
"Why?"
He looked at me, puzzled.
"Can't go home."
If I were alone, getting wet wouldn't be
