From chapter seven: A Friend
There was a knock on the door. I glanced up and tried to wipe the dirt off my Jilbab before going answering. A lot had happened during the last seven weeks of their imprisonment. The camp had filled up with more Muslims so now there were two families to a house. Every couple of days there was a new shipment of ‘traitors’. My eyes had taken on the haunted look of so many other prisoners. Without our American citizenship, my family and the few hundred other Muslim families in the camp were subjected to unspeakable treatment. They were treated worse than dogs.
“Hello?” I asked as I opened the door. There was no one there. Puzzled I began to shut the door when a foot shot out of the darkness and blocked the door from swinging shut.
“Let me in.” A husky voice said. “I’m a friend.”
“Private Collins?” I asked.
“Yes it’s me. Please let me in before we are caught.”
I hesitated and then pulled the door open wider, allowing Private Collins to enter. The other family was sleeping along with their children. The two women took turns sweeping the dirt from their sleeping areas. Each family had a small space against a wall.
“As you should know, I’m not allowed to be around men who are not related to me.”
“Well I forced you to open the door didn’t I?” He held up a small flashlight and shined it around the room. He sighed and shook his head at the sight. “It’s horrible what my country, my government, is doing to the Muslims. Anyway I know who is behind the attacks on Muslims.”