Twenty five
Sahabi had just gotten off a conference call with his members because most of them couldn't leave the various places they were at. He rested back on his comfy office chair with his index fingers pressed together, slowly rocking. Ya Allah, guide me. Help me make the right decisions. His prayer thought was interrupted by his ringing phone, it was unusual seeing an unknown number on his private line. He usually took all his public calls on the landline. "Assalamu Alaikum" He called into the phone. At that instant he knew something was wrong and he was talking to a devil because not replying a Salam was haram. He heard a snort and a laugh. "Sahabi Kamba, I'm sure you know who is speaking" Sahabis jaw clenched "I'm not going to beat around the bush, I want you to drop out if this race. We
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