Life heads on

The days that followed were a blur for Linda. In between reading the quran and getting help with her Arabic from her host - a woman who's name that she didn't know. In retrospect, she probably should've learned it.

"لا أستطيع التحدث باللغة الإنجليزية. (I can't speak English.)" she told her host, as if this was somehow a major accomplishment to be proud of.

With her understanding of this new language came the next stage of this rebirth - work. More specifically, helping women with their long dresses, abayas and the various veils. Monotonous and sometimes dull, their was something beautiful about seeing the garments created.

"ماذا تعتقد؟ (What do you think?)" Linda inquired, watching a smile form on her customer's face. There was something nice in seeing a woman happy with the final work. Made it worth it.

"هل فكرت في بيع هذه؟ (Have you thought about selling these?)" the customer answered,

As she headed for the local mosque, the question rang about the former soldier's head. Even more as she opened her quran up and came upon the picture of her and Sammi from before all of this.

"ربما ينبغي ان. (Maybe I should.)" she thought, heading on through.