This story picks up two months after “The Deal” left off. If you have not read that story, please go back and do so, then read this one....
Hassan whispered in Layth’s ear. “Give her your coat and count your blessings. Some women ask for gold and a new house. You'd better do something...
He woke slowly, with a sense of calm. The red numerals on the alarm clock said 3 am. Louis didn’t think he could get back to...
Louis splashed water on his face and pulled on a t-shirt. Watching Hassan walk out had felt like watching his last chance go up in a...
Several days had gone by since he had read the Quran, and his mind kept returning to the verses he had read, but he didn’t want...
Louis took the book from the shelf and studied it. What was it supposed to be? He looked at the cover. The Holy Quran, it said....
When she woke for Fajr, she didn’t know at first where she was. Her shoulder was stiff where she had fallen on it the day before.
Feeling as if she’d been shocked with a stun gun, Jamilah hung up the phone and went to the bathroom. She splashed water on her face,...
Jamilah caught the mouth-watering scent of chicken and lentils. When she walked into the living room wearing a dress and hijab, all conversation stopped.
“We don’t make deals with Allah,” Kadija said. “Making a deal implies that each side needs something from the other, and they’re coming to an accommodation.