Jesse Hilson 日 30/06/2024 · admin No comments


It’s about thirty minutes into the ride when the African guy in the passenger seat says to Khuftullah, in English, “We were told to blindfold you.”

“I’ve been to the camp before, I’ve seen everything.”

“We were still told. By the Emir.”

“Do you know who I am? You must be new.”

“I know who you are,” the front passenger says, looking back into the Jeep. “Your name is Maz Khan. We know this. But what’s your war name?”


Laughter breaks out in the stinky Jeep, among the two brothers, driver and passenger.

“We heard about you,” the passenger up front says. “Your name means ‘I feared God.’ Why did you stop? What happened?”