Chapter twenty
“We should forgive our enemies, but not before they are hanged.”—Heinrich Heine.
Like it all began in that small cell of a room a couple of weeks back, the atmosphere in their room was strained and fraught with tension. The trio had slept through it last night, with none of them speaking a word of it. But it was different this young morning.
Afatallah must have noticed the record-high tension in the room and the sidelong stares from his friends, to know it was evident the ice was bound to break sooner rather than later. And that he had to open up to his friends anyhow.
And it eventually did, soon as Nur confronted him with the question he’d been aching so badly to ask. “Are you ready to fill us in on the new acts you’re on about?”
“Oh, what’s that?” Afatallah feigned i
