Sari Abu Amineh
When I called Darrar he said, “Soon I will be with Sharhabil and everything will be as you wish, God permitting.”
“I think you’ve told me that before,” I complained.
He was quiet and then said, “Put your trust in God. Soon you will hear news of our great victory, God willing.”
“Yes, by the grace of God. I will wait.”
I got the feeling from his tone of voice that he had some new information about Walid.
Darrar had a deep voice despite being so skinny, as if his throat were wider than other people’s.
I didn’t disclose anything to the Basha, because I wasn’t certain of any of it, and besides, I didn’t want to remind him of what he was trying to forget, even if only temporarily.
Mrs Samah was not doing well. Anxiety was all over her eyes and every feature of her face. S
