Café Astra‘Say it,’ Ramzi ordered his brother as he pinned him to the floor.
‘Move first – then I’ll say it,’ Marwan shouted, struggling to sit up.
‘I want to hear those words now,’ Ramzi demanded.
‘I’m suffocating!’
‘It can’t be that bad – you’re screaming, you’re moving.’
‘You’re really hurting me,’ Marwan protested. Ramzi was now lying on top of him, their faces almost touching.
‘I’m in no hurry. I’ll wait. I’m not getting up until I hear those words.’
‘Shouldn’t you be studying?’ Marwan tried. ‘If you’re going to apply to the military academy, you should be improving your grades.’
‘Shut up!’ Ramzi snapped, sitting up a little. ‘It’s not as if you’re doing so brilliantly at school yourself.’
‘But I’ve no great ambitions, whereas you do,’ Marwan said.
‘It’s time you start think
