“No, Mum. Please be patient, the time is almost up.”
“Alright, Yaseer. Take care of yourself.”
“I will, Mum. You too, take care.”
He ended the call, put his phone back into his clothes, and stepped out to return to the gatehouse.
He sat quietly, thinking about his mother—because he knew how deeply she loved him and how she would miss him, since it had already been four months since she last saw him.