12I rested the laptop on my knees. The email homepage appeared on the screen. How long before I plucked up courage? How long could I keep clinging to a hope that was tinged with doubt? Without thinking I wrote the password in the box. There was just one step left: clicking on the ‘sign in’ button.
I left the page as it was, with all my data inserted, without moving on to the next step. I moved the laptop aside, off my legs. I stood in the middle of the sitting room of my flat and looked around at the walls. ‘Which direction would it be in?’ I wondered. I spread the prayer rug, a gift from Awatif I had never used. There were many possible directions. I chose the direction that took my fancy. How many times did I have to bend forward? How many times did I have to touch my forehead to the gr
