Darrar al-Ghoury
God eased the way for me, and right away I was able to locate Walid, who was known by the name Sharhabil. I was called to his hideout to treat the wounded there, because the doctor in that area was busy treating the wounded in other places. I tended to Sharhabil’s wound and removed a bullet from him the size of a thumb.
He was in and out of consciousness. His face and long hair and beard were all soaked with sweat, as though he had a high fever, and I could see his lips reciting the shahada whenever he came to.
I took several pictures of him with the cell phone I got from Sari.
After taking the pictures, I went outside the treatment room made from adobe and sat on a nearby rock.
It was pitch dark outside and I didn’t know what happened to me. I had thought I would sen
