Farid ibn Omar Qureshi, a 27-year-old hacker with the face of a Greek god and a sharp, cunning mind, thrives on chaos. Arrogant, charming, and an unapologetic playboy, he works for Turkey's government, living by his own rules and rejecting all notio...
Close friends will be enemies to one another on that Day, except the righteous.
(Qur'an 43:67 Az-zukhruf)
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I did a quick scan over the table, pleased with how everything looked. I wasn’t exactly eager to meet Farid's friends, but there was a curiosity.
He invited his friend over for dinner, and I couldn’t help but feel a little guilty about the way I snapped at him earlier.
I want to make it up to him tomorrow—not because I have any special feelings for him, but because I don’t want to be rude or seem like I can’t handle myself with grace.
It’s important to me to act with kindness, even if I’m not particularly fond of him. But it was his fault also, then why I'm feeling guilty gosh.
The doorbell rang, and I watched as farid opened it, greeting them with his usual laid-back smile. He waved me over, and I joined him by the door.
“Everyone, this is hala my wife” he said, glancing at me with a cold gaze.
“He is zayden Siddiqui, we're friends from University” he introduced and The first to step forward was zayden, he looked—tall, weird, and a little rough around the edges. “Good to meet you, hala” he said, with a casual nod. He gave a weird vibe. Definitely bad start.
“He is Daniel Malik, my childhood friend” he introduced and pointed at the second one. Here comes daniel. His expression was a bit more reserved, almost distant. He gave me a brief nod, barely meeting my eyes. “Assalam walekum, Thanks for having us,” he said flatly, his tone polite but cool. Okay, so Daniel was the serious one. Got it.
