*
The water was cold in the early hours of dawn. Kabeer felt a cold shiver run down his spine as he dipped his hand into the bucket, pulling it out instantly.
"Are you sure you won't let someone else do it?" Anas asked behind him.
"No." Kabeer said forcefully. "I'll do it myself."
Sighing, Anas stepped out of the bathroom as Kabeer began to wash the dead body (In Islam, it is obligatory to bath a dead body before the burial). Jamal's wound had been cleaned properly before this, and Kabeer skirted around the bloodied shoulder as he poured water onto the body slowly, keeping his eyes glued to Jamal's face. Having been dead for almost twenty hours now, his skin had turned deathly pale, as though it were a white piece of cloth drawn over his body. His hands and feet were cold to touch,
