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she was running away, if he found her now, he would beat her to death. She
was sure of it. But it didn’t matter. She had made her choice.
Isra stood on the platform, surrounded by her daughters, and waited for

the train. The world seemed to slip away from her bit by bit, and she felt as
though she were floating in a mist high above their bodies. Then there was a
light shining at her, and a dull whistling. Slowly, very slowly, the light
moved closer and the whistle blew louder until Isra could see the train
emerging from the darkness, sweeping her hair as it neared. When it
stopped in front of them and its metal doors opened wide, a pulse of victory
swooned through her chest. They would finally be free.