Noon.
In his heart, there was nothing more important than prayer.This was his faith.More unyielding than steel or diamonds, no weapon could destroy it.
Rain began to fall outside the house, and the fine sound of it was not to Mohammed's liking. Compared to fighting in crisp weather, battling in the rain made treating wounds troublesome and prone to infection. Secondly, the continuous rain gave Mohammed the impression that the country was weeping.
Unpleasant images tumbled through his mind, then quickly receded. Mohammed finished his devout prayers, opened his eyes, and said, "Let's eat."
This time, Mohammed had rushed from Yemen to Japan and hadn't brought many people with him, just two of his closest subordinates. One man, one woman. They were the sect's most devout warriors, among the few whom Mohammed completely trusted.
He picked up his chopsticks, about to grasp a piece of mutton.
BOOM—a distant explosion rumbled and slightly shook the window frame.
