Chapter 28
I slip into the city hidden beneath the undercarriage of a Ghuraba M35 transport vehicle just as the sun begins to set. My heart pounds as the sentries stop the truck and shine a flashlight into the back, rifling through the boxes.
"You see anything?" a sentry asks.
"Nope," the second says.
The first sentry shines his flashlight underneath the truck. I cling to the steel frame, clearly visible if he shines his flashlight up.
"Can't be too careful," the first says. "Rasulullah says to expect trouble."
The yellow beam of light shines dangerously close, and then it flits away.
"All clear!" he shouts.
The truck lurches forward. I thank Allah my hijab covers my face as it belches out a cloud of poisonous carbon monoxide.
Over the bridge, I release my grip on the metal, allow
