The Last Leviathan

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The Last Leviathan by Sana Darkle... "I was about to slam the door in his face when he put his hands up again and said, 'Qasim! I have nowhere to sleep! They've seized our room for debt, and if you don't bail me out, I'll sleep in an orphanage, or at the police station. How can you leave me like this?' 'Yes... I can.' I closed the door despite his protests. I stood near the door, thinking about what I had just done; I can't help Mahmoud, I shouldn't. Am I responsible for all the world's tragedies? The sudden raindrops began to tap against the windows. I wanted to move away from the door, to sit down, to continue what I was doing, but I couldn't, I couldn't move. I looked at Naeem; he was watching me quietly. I returned to contemplating the door, resolved the raging conflict within me, and opened it, calling out, 'Mahmoud... wait.'"