Kinshasa, Kongo

We arrived at Ndjili airport, Kinshasa city, Congo, tropical air greeted us that afternoon. The hot air of freedom.

"I'm not sure if you will feel at home here, I warned you before this city is a mess," Hafsa chuckled as well as teased me. The laughter and smile were so natural, her white teeth decorated the contrast on her exotic skin. This was the first time I saw Hafsa loose and free. Much different than at home, sometimes we have to be careful to laugh, and whisper in fear, afraid of being caught by the monster of hell.

I hugged Hafsa tightly, "anything here would be better for me, and please stop calling me madam, I am not your mistress. I am your best friend, your sister. You are also my hero, Hafsa. We will start our new life." I said, releasing my hug.