5
Coaches
People pushed past them speaking Farsi. Although she spoke it fluently, she felt nervous about her slight foreign accent. Would someone call the police if they picked her as different? She took a deep breath and adjusted her shoulder bag across her chest. She gripped her overnight bag tightly in one hand and Ahmad in the other. His hand in hers felt small and hot.
Her long black chador reached below her shoes and at every step she feared that she would trip on the hem. The hair band that clamped her hair back felt hot and uncomfortable under her voluminous scarf.
She looked up at a billboard with an image she recognised from the newspapers in Afghanistan. The Ayatollah Khomeini glared down at them, making her shiver. He was dressed in black with a black turban and grey beard.
