The Hassan girls are Kingsley’s all-time favourite gals. He doesn’t know them as separate entities, instead calling them ‘…Layla ke Wyzie…“. And refuses to separate them. They come as a pair, and he plays with them as such. This triangular friendship is the strongest I’ve come across.
With each farewell, the tears flow; none of them want to part. So Camilla and I must make hasty plans for our next activity. It would be an odd week that we didn’t get together with the Hassans for quality time in Dubai.
