She hadn’t had a nightmare. She hadn’t dreamt at all. It had been a soundless, uneventful coming to consciousness. And it scared her. For a numb...r of reasons, but the main one being: her visions and hallucinations had become such a normal part of her daily life that she didn’t feel right without them. They had become a part of her. She almost…missed them. Since her first memory, she had seen things other people couldn’t. Things that weren’t there. At age four it had been cute stuff like. She needed a ride it seems, to Jor Bagh and her grandma’s place where she’d be staying for the weekend while her parents went off honeymooning.I so wanted to avoid complications and reluctantly agreed to deliver Komal, to her grandma in Jorbagh.We set off together in my car and chatted casually about many topics especially movies and music. She was much at ease and I guess she was enjoying the ride here, a new found freedom perhaps. We stopped on the way for ice cream, another reminder to me. “But you’re fun and spontaneous. I don’t really have to give much thought to keeping the relationship fresh because you’re willing to do it. I think that’s why a lot of partnerships become ... mundane. Both partners might want to try things but they’re either too scared to bring it up for fear of rejection or the partners want different things altogether. So they stick with the same tried and true things they’ve done in the past until it gets too boring to continue. Then they seek people. Al Qaeda, from Afghanistan, had a bunch of locals representing them, all sorts of foreign nut jobs tended to infiltrate in so they could add their two cents, and then you had something calling itself the Islamic State out there. Intelligence reported over two dozen distinct groups, and they were often breaking up and joining together. The one thing, probably the only thing, they could all agree on was that they wanted America to go away so that they could get on with the nice and pleasant.