Mahir took it gingerly and scanned it carefully. It looked quite a bit like a section from one of his lessons. And while it’s true programming was certainly not his strong suit, the instructions were basic enough for him to be able to understand it. “This is exactly what I need. Wonderful! Thank you!” Mahir was happy indeed – this was fate, no doubt. Or proof of what was generally told to him every day, or every time he complained about something to his teachers – God provides, when his intercession is needed. “Good fortune, if you believe in such things, and blessings on you for this. And your… friend, for giving it to you. Really, I’m more grateful than I can say.” He bowed low once more.