Mohammed Hands Over the Keys
Mohammed again attempted to dissuade Ali from following the path that he had chosen for himself. “My friend, please reconsider this course of action. It will only lead to your death. Try to understand—human life is precious and not meant to be wasted for such ordeals. You are meant for–”
Ali cut him short. “No matter what I decide to do, I must leave. Now!”
Mohammed let out a loud sigh. All his efforts to dissuade Ali were going to waste, and it pained him to see Ali waste his life like this. Mohammed put his hands in his pockets and fished out a set of keys. He tossed them to Ali, “My car is in the back. Take it.”
Ali had called Mohammed his friend—he had proved himself to Mohammed—and now it was Mohammed’s turn to do the same.
The sound of police sirens screamed in the distance and with every passing second, the sounds were moving closer. Mohammed hurried to the back door of the house, opened it, and indicated to Ali to leave immediately. He did not approve of the path that Ali had chosen but he also understood that his friend was not wrong. Their own people had hardly left any choice for them.
Ali was moved by Mohammed’s actions. He hurried over to the back door and hugged Mohammed. “Thank you, my friend. I shall…think about what you’ve said.” He started to run toward the car parked in the backyard. Kelly started to run after Ali.