Guard your thoughts and your deeds, and guard those of your wife and children. This is the charge of the One. —Twenty-second Homily, The Book of the Second Prophet In the dayroom of Qadir’s house, the circle pulled their chairs close and leaned together, veils fluttering in pastel layers like the petals of mock roses. The anahs chattered among themselves and nibbled at Cook’s delicacies. The older girls huddled to one side, whispering. Kalen’s brother had escorted her and Rabi to the house. Laila and Idora’s children were engaged with a card game, squealing when they won a hand. Camilla was there, too, but no mention was made of Alekos. Kalen barely bothered with greetings. She was exuberant, her freckled cheeks flaming. “Well done, Zahra!” she exclaimed. “No more girls will die at that one’s hand!” “Shh, Kalen,” Laila said. “Let’s not talk about it anymore.” She gave a nervous glance over her shoulder. “Not talk about it!” Kalen said. “Of course we need to talk about it!”
What do You think about The Terrorists Of Irustan?
