– Trying to Wait
Thabit stood before the prosecutor's office, his body tense and his features etched with confusion. The prosecutor sat in his chair, his head slightly downward, his eyes reflecting deep sorrow and the heavy burden of responsibility. The prosecutor sighed slowly, his voice low but heavy with seriousness, and he seemed lost. A decision like this was difficult and unrealistic. Prosecutor:
There is no power nor strength except with God, the Most High, the Almighty.
He leaned back slightly in his chair, as if weighing his words before uttering them. Prosecutor:
Suspending the execution on the day of its implementation is extremely difficult and has never happened before.
Thabit turned to him, his eyes clinging to a sliver of hope, as if searching for any way to lessen the
