*
"Good morning." Noor smiled at Fareed. The latter was standing right outside the mansion, his hands folded behind his back. He was wearing a black thobe, which seemed tailored to fit his body in all the right places. His keffiah was draped loosely over his head, and his beard was looking exceptionally sharp. One could almost swear that he had taken his time to trim it before stepping out today.
"You're late." Fareed said, briefly glancing at her.
"Forgive me." she bowed sarcastically. "I was unable to find a dress which would be fitting for this occasion."
"Keep quiet and stand aside." Fareed said without looking at her. Noor glared at the back of his head, imagining horrible ways to torture him. At the top of the list, was the prospect of boiling him in extremely hot oil. But neve
