The walk back to camp was painfully tiring. Jameela rested twice on the way, heaving down on the ground for a minute before dragging herself back up to join the others. By the time they returned, Mrs Sana s group were the only ones back. Jameela swiped on her phone quickly. 5:23pm. The walk back was longer, she had noticed. Graham didn t seem as confident as he did when they were going, walking into every hook and cranny with head held high. He had looked solemn, neck darting left, right at the forest that illuminated both sides.
She collapsed into her tent, shoving off her backpack. It was way past 'Asr prayer but all she could think of was sleep. Blinking rapidly, she thought it best to pray before resting. A quick stop to the toilet upstairs, then ablution at the stream. As she approac
