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Watlingford Public School, Oxfordshire – The Same Evening
After Abu Marwan leaves, I’ve only got twenty minutes to get back to the dormitory to prepare for the evening. I’m so excited that I’ll soon be seeing you, dear brother. I didn’t ask where or how. I trust Abu Marwan; he has great wisdom.
The night’s warm so I know that we’ll be sitting outside the cricket pavilion, drinking lemonade, eating cookies and Petra will read to us. Sometimes she reads a short story, other times an article from a magazine. Afterwards she asks questions to see how much we understand.
I wish you could be here now, Wasim. Listening to Petra read reminds me of when Mawmia told me the stories from her childhood; the stories that she was told by her mother. And the stories I told you when you were a little
