Thanks for stopping by for another helping of my Thursday Taster. It is yet another snippet from my WiP (Diamond in the rough). It answers some of the questions from last week's snippet. As usual I would appreciate some feedback. Thank you.
Duty Calls (Thursday Taster #4)
“From God Almighty we have come and to Him we shall return.”
Ahmad barely managed to whisper the words from the Quran before he buried his face in his palms. Surrendering under the weight of his grief, hot tears bathed his hands as he quietly mourned the two most important men in his life.
Nothing he had experienced ever prepared him for that moment, yet after grieving for a few more minutes, something deep inside him snapped into place. Infused with renewed sense of purpose, he recognized that his family needed him to be strong.
Eventually lifting his gaze, his eyes met Fareed’s. He was glad that his late brother’s best friend was with him at such a difficult moment.
‘Only Fareed could possibly begin to understand how difficult this is for me.’
Fareed had been Khalifa’s childhood friend and classmate.
‘He is more or less like a second brother to me.’
When Ahmad got back on his feet, the sadness had left his face and receded to the depth of his eyes.
“Thank you for your discretion and assistance, these gentlemen would wait here while Mr. Ibrahim accompanies me to my room to fetch my things,” Ahmad shook the hotel manager’s hand.
On arriving at his suite, Ahmad packed quickly and then reached in his pocket for his cell phone. The shock of the tragedy had overshadowed thoughts of Diamond up to that point. He longed to hear her soothing voice, and share the burden of his grief with her.
He turned around and then before he could even begin to ask a favour of Fareed, the older man’s eyes followed his finger as he pointed to Diamond’s clothes.
“Don't worry Ahmad, I’ll make arrangements for the young lady to pick up her things and also sort things out...”
Soon it was time to leave the hotel. As they made their way out of the hotel, Fareed whispered instructions and then handed an envelope to the hotel manager with the word Diamond hand written on it.
Walking ahead of the party was the third man whom Ahmad hadn’t recognized earlier. The man stepped out the front door, and then after looking left and right, he nodded to the Consul General and then swiftly rushed Ahmad into the waiting Limo with diplomatic licence plates. It was then that Ahmad noticed that he was wearing an earpiece, the same type widely used by the secret service protection detail.
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