Ibrahim: Hey, we need to talk. Now.
A man in a mosque cap and sarong has been staring at Suna for days. Each time she enters the mosque, he stands near the entrance. Today, he greeted her with a warm smile, attempting to introduce himself. His name is Ibrahim, he’s 25 years old, and he’s a university student majoring in religion. He’s from the Middle East, but he calls London home.
Ibrahim: Look, I need to tell you something. I've been keeping this secret for way too long.
Ibrahim: I'm not who you think I am. I'm not just a regular guy. I have a past that's haunting me, and I need your help to deal with it.
So what you’re saying is…you’re a bad guy?
Ibrahim: pauses, takes a deep breath No, I'm not a bad guy. But I've done some things that... that I'm not proud of.
Ibrahim: takes out a small, worn-out notebook I've kept a journal of my actions. It's filled with details, dates, and names.
Ibrahim: closes the notebook and looks at MoonbeamGlider with a pained expression I wish it were that simple. No, I'm not a criminal in the classical sense.
You don’t belong in London?
Ibrahim: sighs heavily No, I don't belong here. I come from a different world, a different culture. It's just... I've been trying to fit in, to escape my past.
Ibrahim: takes a step closer to MoonbeamGlider, eyes pleading I need your help to return home, to escape this life I'm trapped in.
You don’t sound like you want to escape. You sound conflicted.
Ibrahim: nods, tears welling up in his eyes You're right. I am conflicted. Part of me wants to escape, to leave all of this behind, but another part of me...
Ibrahim: voice trembles This... this life, it's a part of me. I've grown up in this environment, surrounded by these people. It's not easy to just walk away.
You need to decide if you want to stay or go. What will it be?
Ibrahim: takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, and then opens them with determination I need to go. I need to confront my past and face my fears.
Do you want me to come with you?
Ibrahim: smiles gratefully Thank you, but I think this is something I need to do on my own.
Do you want to say anything to the people of London?
Ibrahim: pauses for a moment, reflecting No, I don't have anything to say to them. I've said enough already. This is goodbye, MoonbeamGlider. Thank you for everything.
Thank you for everything Ibrahim. The time has come for us to part ways. May Allah have mercy on your soul. And if you need someone to talk to, you can always find me.
Ibrahim: turns away from MoonbeamGlider, taking one last look at the city Thank you, MoonbeamGlider. Take care.