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[ First place winner of the Fiction Awards 2018 ]
[ Sub Genres : spiritual, romance, action, mystery/thriller and humour ]
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"it's broken by the Almighty. it'll be surely mended by him - gabriel."
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"Sulaaymaan! Sulaaymaan just come here for a minute."
Afra was sorting through the laundry. That day she had taken it over herself to get the clothes washed and dried. Hers, Sulaaymaan's, Queen Basmah's and the triplets.
She always watched Sulaaymaan go about the rooms in a frenzy — with his hair sticking out in all sides and his thoub tucked upwards into his pyjama — carrying clothes from all rooms.
Back then he — of course — didn't take responsibility over her laundry. And now that she was thinking about it, it was pretty respectful of him.
"Yeah Afra what's up?"
Her eyes fell over him leaning against the doorframe, having this silly smirk.
"Missed me?"
He wiggled his brows and she rolled her eyes.
"Too bad, you don't know me still."
He slumped his shoulders and scowled.
"Why did you call me then?"
Afra didn't answer. She took ahold of a long thoub and right in front of him pulled out a note of five hundred riyals.
"What is this doing in the pocket?"
His eyes lighted up and he snatched the note from her hands.
