Chapter 154

“Hands up,” the man uttered from behind, his voice sharp and commanding, as he pointed the gun directly at Moosa’s head. Moosa slowly lifted his hands, raising his arms carefully, his movements deliberate to show he was unarmed, but his eyes never left the man’s, alert to any sudden movement.

“Who are you? What is your name?” the man demanded, his tone suspicious and tense, scanning Moosa from head to toe as if trying to read his intentions in a single glance. “And what are you doing here at this point of the time?” he added, his eyebrows furrowed, clearly unsettled by the unusual sight of someone wandering the garden at such a late hour.

“I am Amir, a gardener,” Moosa responded calmly, choosing his words carefully, keeping his tone steady and neutral to avoid provoking the man further. “I’m new to this city. They told me that this garden is the most famous in this city. I came here to visit at night since during the day it is crowded and I thought I could enjoy some pea