Rochdi

This is a short story I wrote yesterday, I wanted to share it with you and I hope that you’re going to like it.“Abduljabbar”I stood up, took a deep breath and left the room. There was nothing to add. The Masjid was built and people started to talk. They talked about everything: the architecture, the ceiling, the clocks, the width of the marble, the colour of the rugs…everything! But they never talked about him. In fact, they didn’t know him. He once told me that if I wanted to give a Sada...