And I’d learned a teeny tiny little bit of Arabic from hanging with Mohammed. And so I whipped my head around to the zipline guy and was like “Ana las tu Heiffa!” [Again, no idea how to spell that, but that was the gist of how it sounded.] But anyway, it means, “I am...
Deek lay in his bed, his thin limbs tangled in the sweaty sheets, his skin pale in the light of the moon splashing through the small window high on the wall of his room. His breathing was shallow, his eyes open wide, dark rings beneath them a testament to many sleepless nights. His ...