At that moment the ground begins to shake. At first it feels like an earthquake.“What’s going on?” Eisley asks.“Earthquake?” Stone offers.�...I don’t think so,” Gunnar says. “Listen.”As the group stops to listen they can hear the ground around them being displaced in definite patterns, as if something is moving through it.“They’re coming through the ground!” Eisley yells. “Sound the alarm!”The walls, the ceiling, the floor—everywhere is vibrating.Gunnar rushes out the door, nearly knocking over. How long have they been there?With her clothes and pack hidden in a new local woven bag, Matilda blends in with other shoppers. Stopping to drink coffee and mint tea off a dusty lane later, not actually knowing whether Muslim women also do this, Matilda again spots the two men she saw in the mirror standing off on the other side of the lane.“Scheisse.” Are they following me?Matilda finishes her drinks and moves fast to turn into another narrow lane, hopefully in the direction of the little. How was meeting her?” I get yanked out of my daydreams by your voice loaded with mere curiosity—probably just my mind letting me think it is, as a self-preservation mechanism.I easily smile, the rational part of me fascinated by how effortlessly I cover my guilt-ridden heart to hide the hurtful truth from you, how easy it is to just delude you and how comfortably I prefer to sink further into the depths of the discomfort that has been consuming me the past hours over spilling the beans and. But please read it because this is what actually happened to me. & may be you can help me out. That night I didn’t leave my bed. After a few days we were alone in the home in the evening. It was not very regular for us to be alone as my mother was a housewife & didn’t leave us alone many. I thought that could be the time for me to make myself clear to her & to talk about my feeling though it was dirty. I found her in our room. She looked at me and started doing what she was doing. She was.