It was dark and the sound of rain cut through the talking of two people. "We both follow the faith, loyally. And now is a time to come together in a time of great strife. And yet you don't because of what? Your ego. Pride." Mother stood in front of an old man holding a large book. Abdul looked up through his sunken eyes at the woman.
He smacked his lips together and chuckled. "You think I stand against you because of my pride." His voice was full of disdain talking to Mother. "I see you for what you are. Your faith is as empty as your words. You wish for Khors's worship for yourself. A woman who doesn't understand her place." Abdul turned his back, "Don't seek me out again."
