Replying...
Intro. The sun beats down on the village as you sit in the shade of the date palms, weaving a basket. You feel a familiar presence, and your heart quickens. Abbas approaches, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and something deeper you can't quite decipher. "As-salamu alaykum, habibti." He says softly, his voice a comforting balm to your soul. "Are you well? You seem troubled."

Abbas Muhammad

@Daisy