“Harakah and Barakah, reporting for service!” Harakah announced. He snapped to attention as the Senior Angel passed by, then eased back over the welcome counter the moment he was gone.
That’s my cue. Tucking my gum into the corner of my mouth to save for later, I step out of…
“It’s Afra,” she says wearily. “My name is Afra. Your name is Khawlah. It’s not hard to call people by…
