Chapter 10
It's difficult to tell how far we drive. Several times the driver turns around. Once he backs into the woods and we all fall silent as a convoy of large trucks, I can tell by the sound, drive past us on the road.
"They've got eyes in the sky and infra-red cameras," Yong whispers, "but there's so much territory to cover that as long as we act like farmers, they usually ignore us."
Gradually the light filtering through my scarf grows dim. The men stretch out to take a nap. I fight to stay awake, but I feel exhausted, and my ribs throb like they were cracked by Rasulullah's beating. What would Taqiyah al-Ghuraba do if she saw me bedding down with three strange men?
Three very warm men.
Gradually my eyes flutter shut as I stretch out and succumb to my exhaustion. I dream of the
