The moment he had seen us, Sara and I made a run for it.. We were in the center of their territory but that’s all we could do.. If we were to be apprehended, there sure would be a gruesome punishment awaiting us.. We ran for as long as our weak bodies could carry us.. It was growing dark and we thought that they had lost us and that we had made our cut, but I guess things aren’t that easily escaped here in these blood-strewn lands.. I remember that I heard a faint whisper as I lay almost motionless, my body struggling to keep itself functioning due to my over-exertion, and every sense of mine heightened.. As much as the cells in my body demanded sleep, my mind kept putting hypothesis forward, ones that didn’t quite pacify me.. Sara was fast asleep.. That faint whisper soon became an audible mumble and before my brain could send the message to my legs to rise, I was being tied up..
I rose from a slumber that felt like years, and when I did, I was in Bhagdadi’s home, handcuffed to a chair.. I had been sleeping on the floor, so my body ached, but I was certain that that wasn’t the only reason for my pain.. Every tissue in my body was diffusing with fear, as though this may be the last time it happens..
In all my pain, all my agony, I recalled a single voice that had once told me “don’t be sad, Allah knows best”
I was at ease after that single thought crossed my mind.. Then, Bhagdadi walked into the room.. I crept back into a corner and closed my eyes.. He hurled a bunch of vulgar words in Arabic and through all the gritted teeth and high pitched yells, I got the message that I was going to be “dealt with”, in blunt words “tortured or even killed”.
Life is not valued here.. It is taken for granted.. I accepted my fate, because there wasn’t much I could do in handcuffs.. The moon was shining bright in the sky as far as I could see from the little window that had been left open, so that I freeze in here..
I couldn’t sleep, so I watched the stars in the sky, some shining brighter than others, and some barely visible..
I guess eventually I did fall of to sleep, because my mind kept replaying the days incidents and then I opened my eyes.. The letter..
– YOUR SISTER IN ISLAM