It was bloody, it was messy, but right in the middle of that chaos, at the center of all this madness, were two brothers, bent on getting answers out of a mother that seemed to not give a shit about them, but maybe that was further from the truth.
Muhammad had given them a chance to know her better an opportunity for her to come clean and tell them why she had been doing whatever she was doing, but then she just had to go and ruin it by calling on her brother.
They could have had their answers, and maybe, just maybe, everything would have been better. However, right now, there was no knowing whether this would work or not.
They were already fighting each other, but that didn't seem to faze Zarinah, or maybe she was sure they wouldn't kill each other, so she knew she had nothing to worry about, but what was the truth really?
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!