Part 1The evening air held a lingering warmth as the young man approached the villa on the outskirts of Doha, its white facade gleaming faintly in the deepening twilight. Hassan wore a simple white thoub, its fabric crisp and unadorned, emphasizing his tall, lean frame without the addition of a bisht or any formal embroidery. The modest garment felt light on his skin, but the thought of what awaited him inside caused a sl...