The Worthy Page #3

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She kindly loved me back.

And after a great deal of pleading

and all sorts diplomatic efforts...

our dear friend Shuaib...

finally agreed to marry us off

in front of God and His witnesses.

There's something very strange

going on here.

What are you talking about?

Glbin is afraid of Mussa.

How do you know that?

Just watch her. She's always frightened

and nervous when he's around.

There's something off about Mussa.

I don't like him.

Or the way he stares at everyone.

He saved Dad's life.

I know. But we still have to be careful.

We owe him an invitation to stay here.

Do you even know the man?!

It's the right thing to do!

We've done more than enough

for them already. I say we--

Maryam.

Mussa has until tomorrow to decide

whether or not he wants to stay.

Well, what if Glbin wants to stay,

but is too scared to say so?

You two get some rest.

We'll have our answers tomorrow.

Good night.

The knife.

Can you explain to me

why you trust this guy so much?

Can you explain to me

why you're such a know-it-all?

As if you know anything.

Idiot.

Call me an idiot again

and I'll tell Dad about you and Daoud.

Seriously? What are we, children?

You started it.

And you know I'd never tell Dad.

I hope you liked the food.

Best I've had in a while.

Brought me back to the good old days.

Are you more comfortable

keeping this knife on you?

Does it make you uncomfortable?

Not really. But as you can see...

we all keep our weapons

inside this cabinet.

Which stays locked

unless there's a problem.

I'm the only one with a key.

I don't carry a gun.

I'm sure you've noticed.

What goes for everyone else here

goes for me too.

No.

No.

You're testing me.

Not at all.

Yes, you are.

Because you don't know me.

You see, this knife and I are old friends.

Friends for life, as a matter of fact.

So what's it gonna be fearless leader?

Do you trust me to keep this knife

under my pillow?

Or am I the one who has to trust you?

And the next thing I know, you'll be

killing me and Glbin in our sleep.

If I had the slightest intention

of killing you...

I'd hardly have fed you dinner.

Unless you wanted to fatten us up

like goats before the slaughter.

- Ain't that right?

- No, it's not.

And I don't mean to make

a test out of this.

It's already done.

Listen to me, Mussa.

Unless you've already made up

your mind to settle down here,

you are still a guest under my roof.

And as far as I know, guests are expected

to abide by the rules of the house.

Your knife goes into the cabinet

with the other weapons.

And that's final.

I'm just f***ing with you, man!

Can't you take a joke?

This knife...

is my dearest belonging.

You honestly call yourself a leader

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