Chapter 21

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Usama hides in a dark corner of a street, removes his kufiyya and discards it, then watches both sides before slipping into the crowd as patrol cars approach. He reaches his uncle’s house where Basil is waiting; without speaking they dash across the open courtyard, slip behind marble pillars, and Basil pushes a stone that reveals a secret door to an ancient, crumbling vault filled with crates of explosives. Basil lights a flashlight, leads Usama down the stairs, and asks whether anyone has recognized him. Usama mentions Saafan, prompting Basil’s alarm; Basil urges rapid movement, tells Usama to “trust God and me,” references a password, and warns him to consult Lina before making decisions.

Basil then opens a hidden panel from inside, leading Usama into the ablution area of the Great Mosque. He blends with worshippers, exits the mosque, and hires a taxi that drives him out of the city toward a remote village. As the city recedes, Usama walks for an hour on rough mountain paths, eventually sitting on a rock, removing his shoes and sweater, and opening the neck of his shirt. The sun sets; May breezes stir cypress, olive and pine groves. He lies on the grass, resting his head on a smooth stone, and a flood of memories and emotions overtakes him. He recalls poems he wrote about love, peace, and a sacrificial lamb; watches the light play on the veins of his hand; remembers covering the shocked face of a little blonde girl while her mother screamed “Get him!”

A distant peasant’s flute and song about planting seeds despite enemy harvests reach his ears, prompting him to wonder why his people are moved by songs of loss. His internal monologue shifts from poetic melancholy to fierce militaristic imagery: his blood‑stained hand becomes “a bridge of freedom over a river of pain,” an eagle’s wing cutting the sound barrier, his voice roaring like Katyushas and napalm. He declares that he will stay on the land, willing to be taken by any force to Lisbon, America, or the oil states, insisting “I’m here, I’ve returned… I’ll stay here.” He resolves to move toward light along dark paths of anger, laces his shoes, stands, and walks away whistling cheerfully, leaving the mountain scene behind.