*
The old man had drawn his keffiah across his face, and his thobe was black, large and dirty with several yards of extra garment hanging at his feet. A few patched holes could be seen all around the thobe at random spots, and the sleeves were way too long for a normal person.
The old man stooped slightly, nearly a foot shorter than master Fareed was. But his eyes were piercingly grey, just like the master's. And when he stepped into the light properly, Noor and Lukman saw that it was indeed master Fareed.
"Sahib?" Lukman said astonishingly.
"Who is this 'Sahib' you speak of?" the old man drawled in a raspy voice which sounded nothing like master Fareed's. "My name is Abubakr' As-siddiq, and I'm afraid I do not know who this 'Sahib' is."
Lukman continued to stare astonishingly, hi
