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died. Sometimes they're telling the truth, most times not. You can be
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imprisoned for running away, I assume you understand that, nay ?"
"Let us go, Officer…" She read the name on his lapel tag. "Officer

Rahman. Honor the meaning of your name and show compassion. What

does it matter to you to let a mere two women go? What's the harm in

releasing us? We are not criminals."
"I can't."

"I beg you, please."
"It's a matter of qanoon, hamshira, a matter of law," Rahman said,

injecting his voice with a grave, self-important tone. "It is my

responsibility, you see, to maintain order."
In spite of her distraught state, Laila almost laughed. She was stunned

that he'd used that word in the face of all that the Mujahideen factions

had done-the murders, the lootings, the rapes, the tortures, the

executions, the bombings, the tens of thousands of rockets they had fired
at each other, heedless of all the innocent people who would die in the

cross fire. Order. But she bit her tongue.

"If you send us back," she said instead, slowly, "there is no saying what

he will do to us."
She could see the effort it took him to keep his eyes from shifting.
"What a man does in his home is his business."

"What about the law, then, Officer Rahman?" Tears of rage stung her
eyes. "Will you be there to maintain order?"
"As a matter of policy, we do not interfere with private family matters,
hamshira"

"Of course you don't. When it benefits the man. And isn't this a 'private
family matter,' as you say? Isn't it?"
He pushed back from his desk and stood up, straightened his jacket. "I

believe this interview is finished. I must say, hamshira, that you have

made a very poor case for yourself. Very poor indeed. Now, if you would
wait outside I will have a few words with your…whoever she is."