Last day

Last night in Casablanca, my chest was getting worse, I became very worried if our plans ended in vain. If later our plan fails and my husband smells it, it is likely that I will forever be a slave. I shudder at the thought of the whip that will await me in the future if our plans fail.

I tried to stay calm in front of my husband, Hafsa had asked for leave the day before with the excuse of a family visit. I planned to only bring a small backpack where I would fill a few pieces of clothes and a laptop for me to continue my life later.

I made sure everything was neatly arranged before laying down on the bed, worried and anxiousness sometimes greeted me. The image of freedom was already dancing, making causing impatience that disturbed my rest. This is known as nerves.