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The streets of Sana'a were alive with raucous laughter, hearty conversations and trampling feet when a tall black coach plundered past, two identical brown mares pulling it at a slow trot. Men stepped out of the way cautiously as it passed, talking excitedly as they hurried towards the mosque. Fridays were always treated like small festivals in the city. Although the people of Sana'a were known for their frequent visits to each other's homes on any other day, Friday was the only day when everyone could truly be seen in one place; the great mosque of Sana'a.
Inside the coach, Noor still rested her head on Fareed's shoulder, their hands intertwined. The latter was staring out the small window as they passed a large field where the foundations of several buildings were just beginning to
