Two years later, when someone asked Hana for advice on memorization, she didn't send them the PDF.

Hana had scoffed. "Which one?"

Hana was a master of starting . She was not a master of finally .

She laughed. Then she cried a little. Then she closed her laptop.

She said it out loud. " Meem. "

She just said, " Meem. " And smiled.

Now, in the pre-dawn silence, Hana opened the PDF again. She scrolled past the introduction, past the color-coded charts, past the "Rewards of Memorization" table. At the very bottom, on the last page, in a font so tiny she had never noticed it before, were three lines:

But Yusuf had already walked away to pet the mosque cat.