Adoulla had watched him clean the blade just yesterday, and he doubted that the boy’s sword had grown dirty since then. But he had come to understand that this ritual of Raseed’s was about more than maintaining a cherished weapon. It was about focus. About reminding himself, each and every day, what truly mattered to him. Taking a last long look around the bookshelves and bureaus of his townhouse, Adoulla himself felt something similar.
I wonder if A is seeing his home for the last time.
