Muntaha al-Rayyeh
I hadn’t really planned on saying what I said to Sari when he came to see me; it just came out spontaneously, in response to his arrogance.
But after he left, those words transformed into an idea worthy of consideration. If Fawaz al-Shardah was sending someone to ask me about al-Walid and to warn me, then that meant he had bad intentions towards me or al-Walid.
It was possible Sari interpreted what I said as a threat to him and his boss.
I hoped that was the case, for I feared no one in this world. I spent my old age alone in my house with no husband or son or daughter to occupy me in my loneliness, or care for me if something were to happen to me. I would sit for hours in front of the television, stricken with boredom. I busied myself with sweeping and mopping the fl
