Again she fell asleep. Woke up. Fell asleep. The line between dream and wakefulness blurred.
It wasn't roosters or azan that woke her up again but the sound of something heavy being dragged.
She heard a rattling. Suddenly, the room was flooded with light. Her eyes screamed in protest.
Laila raised her head, winced, and shielded her eyes.
Through the cracks between her fingers, she saw a big, blurry silhouette standing in a rectangle of light.
The silhouette moved. Now there was a shape crouching beside her, looming over her, and a voice by her ear.
“You try this again and I will find you. I swear on the Prophet's name that I will find you.”
And, when I do, there isn't a court in this godforsaken country that will hold me accountable for what I will do.”
To Mariam first, then to her, and you last. I'll make you watch. You understand me? I'll make you watch.”
And, with that, he left the room. But not before delivering a kick to the flank that would have Laila pissing blood for days.
37. Mariam SEPTEMBER 1996
Two and a half years later, Mariam awoke on the morning of September 27 to the sounds of shouting and whistling, firecrackers and music.
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