The tour, prayers, and meals lasted throughout the day and into the evening. The Martyrs and Imams interacted with the children and staff, who told them how wonderful their lives were in Utopia.
At 10:00 pm, after evening prayers, the families, and escorts left Utopia and got into the monorail cars. After what he’d seen at Utopia, Imam Bashir had doubts, as many things made no sense. He remained calm and joined in with the wonder and praise of the awestruck Martyrs.
The monorail cars glided up the cliff track. Imam Bashir looked down onto the bay, now bathed in moonlight with the stars twinkling off the still dark Mediterranean waters. Bashir looked over the calm water. ‘It looks like Church and the others could be right. I wonder where he is?’ thought Imam Bashir as the monorail cars re
