Almost a week had passed and I hadn’t seen her.. My heart was yearning to get a glimpse of her and even hear her voice.. So, I decided it was time to do something about it. I had seen her room-mate, but not her and I worried that something might have happened to her. Maybe, she was forced to go and live in Bhagdadi’s home.. The thought of this sent shivers up my spine.. I tried to get my hands on some pens and paper.. I then wrote a note to her and slipped it in through their cell window.. Days passed and my hope was wavering.. What if she never got the letter? What if I never see her again?
So, my days are now spent as the maid in Bhagdadi’s home, after the incident that occurred a week ago..
He stormed into our room and ordered that I follow him immediately.. I hesitated at first but complied after numerous threats on my life..
He led me here and told me that I was now to cook and clean in this house..
I had just finish warming the food as Bhagdadi would be home now, when there was a knock at the door.. I donned my veil and enquired as to who was out.. There was no reply.. I repeated this 3 times, still no reply.. Eventually I opened the door and there stood Sara..
Sara what are you doing here?
I have a letter for you
I’m not sure.. But it said that it was مهم جدا.. So I brought it immediately..
Just as she finished her sentence, one of Bhagdadi’s men saw her talking to me and that was the end… Great, what now ??
– YOUR SISTER IN ISLAM