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. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ𝒰𝓉𝒽𝓂𝒶𝓃 ࿐ྂ

ᵀʰⁱʳᵈ ᴰᵃʸ

I was taking a stroll on the street today. The weather was nice,  I could feel moist in the air after the rain stopped. Fresh and dewy, exactly my kind of weather. The atmosphere around was the opposite of the weather, the streets were still bustling with crowds of people. Lively and peaceful. That defines Madinah, my homeland. The evening sun cast long shadows on the ground. The slanting rays of the setting sun gave a warm orange tinge to the sky

I have my purpose in taking a stroll though. And unfortunately, no it was not because I want to go shopping or such, I want to see how is the progress for the museum going. I did send my project manager and architect to monitor the site a few days ago, but I'm still not satisfied if I don't check it out myself. Observing from photos is not enough. Because this project is newly developed, anything I mean, anything could go wrong. But Wallahi, I can only do my best, the rest is up to Allah. O Allah, I place my affairs to you, in your care and I hope you can help me.

Finally, after minutes of walking from the mosque, I arrived at the site. I make my way through the white banners that shield the site from the public eye. Since the museum hasn't been publicly announce, many people don't know about this project except for the mosque's higher-ups. I don't want to draw unwanted attention to this project. I began my work mode, observing the construction site and checking if the materials is sufficient for the workers.

" Assalamualaikum." I said in my professional voice. Alarming the workers about my presence.

" Walaikumussalam, boss. " one of the workers stops his work, he notices as I make my way to him.

" How was the project doing? Is everyone has been working ?" I asked him while observing the surrounding.

" Alhamdulillah boss, everything is going well smoothly. There aren't many problems at the moment. But there are some minor things that I have to inform you about," he said waryly, avoiding my eye contact. Oh? Is he nervous?

" Tell me, what is it? " my eyes glanced at him for a while, trying to predict his words while my arms are crossed against my chest.

" Well, there are some reporters and an unknown stranger keeps popping out once in a while to see what's going on. They even bring cameras with them to record the site. We firmly said to them that this project is confidential and no people are allowed to enter except the authorities. It took some scary words to shoo them away but there is no guarantee that they will come back again"

Reporters? Cameras? I don't know where these people came from, but it's better to take precautions step in case they try anything funny.