Imam’s car moved slowly, approaching the third checkpoint that controlled the border crossing between Egypt and Palestine. The place looked like an impenetrable barrier, intimidating to anyone who dared to get close.
The first thing that caught Imam’s attention was the two watchtowers, each manned by a soldier whose sharp eyes scanned every movement as if seeking any potential threat. Behind the towers stood heavy armored vehicles, their mounted machine guns pointing in every direction, adding a sense of authority and fear to the checkpoint.
The soldiers, strong and well-built, stood firm, their eyes like those of hawks, moving with intense focus, catching every slight movement as if tracking prey. Imam glanced at his watch; it was approaching six in the evening, with only half an hour l
