CHAPTER 5
SamanaOf all the people I talked to, Samana seemed the least affected by the tragedy. I had seen a hint of sadness in her smile, moments before the Safineh had departed. It had vanished in the wake of the tragedy. This ordeal struck her as inevitable. It was almost a relief, as if the events had put her own suffering and anxiety to rest.
She kept nothing from me, including the most painful details of her life. She managed to keep her dignity all throughout. She was not asking for compassion. It was all part of a bigger plan envisioned by Allah himself.
“God wanted me on that boat. You and I are talking because Allah wills it.”
“It has nothing to do with luck then?”
“There is no such thing as luck, or love for that matter.”
“No such thing as love?”
“Correct.”
“Why don’t yo
