Only another hundred miles left, and we’ll be in Pakistan
The first thing Masud did, after greeting us, was walk us over to a deserted area of Yezd, where his jeep was parked.
“We are on our way to Pakistan to visit family,” Masud said gruffly. “If we are stopped at the border, that is exactly what you must say: We are on our way to Pakistan to visit family.”
I drew my hijab more tightly around me. The black robe had become somewhat sweaty and rumpled after my long ride in the taxi, but other than that, it made me look exactly the way the Khomeini wanted me to look: like a religious extremist who was completely severed from the outside world.
On top of the hijab, I wore a coat and my backpack. My heart quaked underneath all the layers. I don’t look like the type of girl who cares much about her family in Pakistan, I thought in fear. How will anyone believe me?
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