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Chapter 32 Home
The bus ride was silent.Muneer sat by the window, watching the city scroll past. The same buildings. The same streets. The same gray sky. But everything felt different. Heavier.He had forty-five thousand dollars in an envelope. Almost enough, but not enough.He thought about the game. The basketball court. The clock ticking down. His hands sweating. The ball slipping. The second basket that didn't count. One basket. Ten seconds.He closed his eyes.The bus stopped. He got off. He walked to his mother's house.---His mother was in the kitchen.She looked up when he walked in. Her eyes widened. She crossed the room and wrapped her arms around him."You're home," she said. "You're home."He hugged her back. He didn't say anything."You look terrible," she said. "Have you been sleeping? Eating?""I'm fine, Mama.""You're not fine. I can see it in your eyes."She pulled back. She looked at his face. Her hand touched his cheek."What happened?""Nothing. I'm just tired."She didn't belie
Chapter 31 The Panic
Muneer's first shot missed.The ball hit the front of the rim with a sharp clank and bounced away, rolling across the floor. He stared at it for a moment, frozen. Then he grabbed another ball from the rack. His hands were sweating. The leather felt slick against his palms.He shot. The ball arced high, too high. It sailed over the backboard and bounced into the corner.Two misses. Zero baskets. Thirty seconds gone.From the bench, he could hear murmurs. Jihad shifted in his seat. Yusuf leaned forward, his hands clasped. Malik smiled. Aisha watched with cold, calculating eyes.Muneer grabbed another ball. He wiped his palms on his shirt. He looked at the hoop. It seemed farther away than it had a moment ago. The distance stretched between him and the rim like a canyon.He shot.The ball hit the backboard, then the rim, then bounced twice and fell away.Three misses.He could feel the panic rising in his chest. His breath came faster. His heart pounded against his ribs. The two-minute c
Chapter 30 The Last Chance
The arena had been transformed again.A basketball hoop stood at one end. A line was painted on the floor at the middle of the court. A rack of basketballs sat beside the line. The masked man stood at center court.The remaining players sat on benches along the wall. Muneer sat at the end. His foot still throbbed from the wrestling match. His hands were still raw. But he was still here. Still alive. Still breathing.Barely.The masked man raised his hand."Welcome to the final game," he said. "This is your last chance to earn money. Every player will have two minutes. From the middle of the court, you will shoot as many baskets as you can. Every basket is worth twenty thousand dollars."Murmurs rippled through the players. Twenty thousand dollars per basket."You may shoot as many times as you can within the time limit. There is no defense. There is no interference. Only you and the hoop."He stepped back."The order has been chosen at random. The first player is—"The screen lit up.
Chapter 29 The Desperation
The final arena was different. No chairs. No tables. No screens. Just a large circle painted on the concrete floor. Inside the circle, two wrestlers faced each other. Outside the circle, the remaining players sat on benches, watching. Muneer sat on a cold metal bench. Beside him sat the old man, Yusuf. Beside Yusuf sat the teenager, Jihad. Across the circle sat Aisha and two others. And the tall man. Malik. The one from the football game. The one who had tried to recruit Muneer. The one who had been dragged out of the puzzle game for sabotage. He was back. Somehow, he was still in the game. His eyes found Muneer. He smiled. It was not a kind smile. The masked man stood at the center of the circle. "Welcome to the final game," he said. "Romanian wrestling." A murmur went through the players. "The rules are simple. Two players enter the circle. They lock hands. The goal is to throw the opponent to the ground. The first to touch the ground with any part of the body other t
Chapter 28 Whatever It Takes
Muneer sat on the edge of his bed. The tablet glowed in his hands. His winnings were still $25,000. Half of what he needed. Half of what Layan's family owed. Two games remained. He had played safe. He had told the truth. He had helped his teammates. And where had it gotten him? Nowhere. He was still short. Still struggling. Still watching others advance while he stayed behind. He thought about the tall man. The one who had sabotaged the woman's puzzle. The one who had been dragged out by guards. He had lost. But he had tried to win. He had done whatever it took. Muneer set the tablet down. "I'll do whatever it takes," he said to the empty room. --- The next morning, the buzzer woke him. Return to the arena. The next game will begin. Muneer stood. He splashed water on his face. He looked at himself in the mirror. His eyes were hard. He walked to the door. --- The arena was different today. A large screen hung on the wall. In the center of the room, a wooden b
Chapter 27 The Privilege
The hallway was quiet. Muneer walked alone, his footsteps echoing off the white walls. His body was tired, but his mind was racing. He had survived. He was still in the game. He reached his room. The door slid open. The small bed, the wooden chair, the table. The vault against the wall. On the table, a tablet. He picked it up. The screen glowed. Congratulations. You have won the second game. Your winnings: $20,000. Total winnings: $25,000. The final game will begin tomorrow. Rest well. Muneer stared at the screen. Twenty thousand dollars. Added to the five thousand from the football game. Twenty-five thousand total. Half of what he needed. Half of what Layan's family owed. He set the tablet down. He sat on the bed. He put his head in his hands. Halfway. He was only halfway. --- A knock on the door. Muneer looked up. The door slid open. A masked man stood in the hallway, holding a tray. "Dinner," he said. He set the tray on the table. Steak. Vegetab
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