*
He dreamt of the killing once again. This time however, he saw himself crawling along the sands of the Al-Sabʿatayn Dunes. He was observing the scene from high atop the dune, but even he couldn’t deny that the bleeding man crawling towards the caravan was him.
Fareed had expected to see Faisal emerging from the tent with the blade in his hand. As the entrance to the tent flapped in the wind, he held his breath, watching; waiting. Every time he saw this again, it was always Faisal who emerged from the tent with a vengeful look in his eyes.
Somewhere in the dark, hazy depth of his mind, he knew that he was dreaming. He had been here multiple times, reliving the moment of his greatest regret over and over again like a prisoner trapped in his own mind. He knew every detail now, even the
