*
Kabeer stood in front of the locked door with a dagger in his hands, breathing slowly. There was no one there except for him, and the person on the other side of the door. The conversation he'd just had with Jamal was still playing in his mind. Steeling himself, he raised his hand and knocked gently.
"What?" Anas asked gruffly from the other side of the door.
Taking that as his cue to enter, Kabeer pushed the door open slowly.
"Did I say you could come in?" Anas yelled immediately he stepped into the room, and for good reason. Straddling over him was a fair skinned young lady, wearing a niqab. Kabeer averted his gaze, as that was the only item of clothing on her.
"I wish to speak with you." he said, staring at a random spot on the wall.
"As you can see," Anas smirked, "I am ve
