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"Oh my god, praise Allah you have returned safely." She cried joyfully when Jack opened the door. Farah Ibn Maz was a small woman, dark skinned petite bodied and dressed as a pilgrim donning a deep violet headscarf and a deep violet veil.
"Farah, I hope that you're not mad because I wasn't here for your birthday." She laughed embracing her like they were long lost sisters. She felt so grateful to have someone actually come and see her.
"Where is the large man I saw with the Imam? The one who was so frightening to look at." She said looking around. She removed her veil and clasped her hands squeezing them.
"He's out. Why?" she asked pulling her to the couch. Her face was warm and comforting and Jack's guard lowered as she chitchatted and caught up.
"No reason." She said looking around suspiciously. "Did you know that Faisal's brother Akbar has taken Anne to wife."
Her stomach went sour at the thoughts of Anne under the perverse control of Faisal Mohammed or anyone in his family. She poured a glass of water and watched Jack go to the window deep in thought. She placed a liquid that she held in her pocket into the water and placed the glass back down on the table. Jack took a drink and sighed. The only expression on Jack's face was regret at not staying to fight.
"I am sorry Jack. I shouldn't have said anything. Ziza has been in a fit of rage since your escape. You know how she rules the harem for the family." She told her walking around and looking at her surroundings. "Kalifa has talked much about you since you left and I wondered if he…no matter. It is so good to see you. If you need anything you have only to call on me, I am your friend."
They sat for a while and Jack felt at ease, unusually calm. "I need friends just now, with Imam dead, Yasmine dead." Her mind wandered and she felt a little tired, not unusual since she had been feeling that way for almost a week.
She watched Jack take a drink and smiled.
"Anne is happy. My cousin treats her well." She lied putting her veil. "I can arrange for her to see you if you like. I know she'd love that. To be able to see you and know that you're all right."
"I'm not sure that's a good idea." She said drinking the rest. "Hey, what's the matter, why… Farah…you…bitch…" she tried to say as she slumped against the chair dropping the glass.
For the moments before she blacked out, Jack thought of murder. She glared at Farah,
"My cousin will be so pleased to finally have you, Adeni. My place back in the family will be secure now. I will deliver them you. Whore that you are."
"Why?" she asked stumbling falling on the floor. Her limbs were weak and the room seemed out of focus. She was taking deep breaths trying to fight the weakness and call of the unconscious.
"The pictures you whore." She spat as she raised the shades up and down twice, a definite signal. "You think I didn't know you peddled yourself to my husband, to my cousin, to every man that you came into contact with?"
"You were my f-rien-d…" she choked as the room spun faster.
" You have no friends Adeni, whores never do. I am a Mohammed first. You better get used to that." She sneered as Jack noticed the sound of gunfire. "For soon, you will be too."
"Kalifa loved you." Jack swore as the men broke through the door and grabbed her. "I'm gonna kill you. Remember that…"
"Kalifa cast me out!" She said kicking her in the back. Jack didn't give her the satisfaction of crying out.
The small book that Jack had on her table showed a blinking light since the strange woman arrived. Farah did not notice that it recorded everything that had occurred.
"Take her before the infidel comes back." She said placing the veil on her face and confidently walking out the door.