Only the stern of the ship, the prow of the plane, and in between, the long strip plastered with her guilt over what she had not been able to see back then remain visible. The rest she has been able to scrub off the wall over time, by rubbing the surface with her shoulders.
“Stop! God help you if you don’t!”
She doesn’t heed the warning, puts the bin with henna sticks on the ground and searches for the keys to open the entrance door.
“What’s wrong with you? You either don’t see me as a threat or don’t value your life.”
The thick soles of her bare feet hit the ground with gritty determination and cool composure, and behind her every step drags the tail of her black outer garment, which engulfs her in every respect. She could wear her habit inside out and nobody would notice, for it had been sweeping dirt off the streets for ages. She put on a blank ...Read more