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The mujahid approached me, of course he was masked, he seems to know me but I don't know him and I've never seen him before, and he calls me by my name! How do I know my name? I don't know my name!
I'm delirious, I don't know who I am other than the people I work with in relief and the Mujahideen who provide security protection don't know our names, only the name of the relief committee, so working in tension areas has a special protocol. .
Nuria. Nuria, can you hear me?
I opened my eyes as if I were dreaming and couldn't find the consciousness to utter a word.
Who is it that looks at me and calls me intimately with a respirator over my mouth and nose?
He kept calling me until he said, ”Nuri, open your eyes.” Nuri's call was the energy that untangled my eyelids, yes I know him, that's his voice, but with a Saudi accent, I went crazy from lack of oxygen and started imagining ...
He unveiled the veil and said, ”Nouria Bey, open your eyes and look at me.”
He leaned in close to my right ear and whispered, ”Just me. ”I'm Badr, my love. !
