Chapter 87 55: Grieving

Baffah walked into the room with nothing but tears on his cheeks, he pulled him out of the room and took him to where no one could see them or eavesdrop. He made him sit down and handed him a cup of Zamzam (holy water) that had been supplicated upon. Mujaheed needed whatever it is that will melt the molten magma he could clearly feel in his heart. He gulped it down in a single gulp and Baffah placed his hand on his. "I want you to listen to me, Mujaheed. I know we're in so much grief, but this is something I promise His Highness to do immediately after his death. He told me that he wants to be given the ritual bathe, prayed for like every muslim in the world, but no one should know where he is buried apart from you and me. Kulthum shouldn't know as well, because someone might use her weakness and know it." Even though Mujaheed wasn't thinking straight, and all he had to do was cried until he could feel the hurt in his heart vanishing forever, he had to listen to this. &