Things didn't work here the way they did at home, not always. At home, Amaar couldn't have ever just walked into a law office and said he was a lawyer, that he wanted to help out, and be tentatively offered a job. That just wasn't how the real world worked. This place really wasn't the real world.
"Great." At least that was the same, and even a small office could accommodate him. He knew that it could cause problems, remembered Sara telling him she didn't pray as often as she should because it was difficult at work, knew that a lot of people were forced to skip prayers during the day and catch up later because of it. He hated doing that. Praying at the right times was central to his faith. "In that case, I'll let you talk to your colleague and get back to me?"