Dawood had a pit in his soul, a hole carved in his heart in the shape of Kris’s smile. A void, dead space within him that hummed, that threatened to overtake his mind, his soul. And he had a husband who had thrown him aside, who had lain in the arms of another man. A traitor. Allah, what am I supposed to do? I thought this was your path. Endure patiently, the Quran said. With beautiful patience. Endure.
