Chapter Fourteen

Third Person's POV:

It was a dark room in a dark building that was almost going to drop. The upper two portions had already fallen, creating huge rubble surrounding the building. It was the perfect place to hide—or should I say; to hide someone.

It was nighttime. A broken clock inside the dull room with nothing but a pole and a few drums of Allah knew what, repeatedly struck 9 o clock as it was broken. The moon was high in the sky and shining very brightly. It was a soundless night. But, the soundlessness carried a huge weight of restlessness and uneasiness. There was a small window in the room through which the moonlight seeped in.

The shuffling of Maryam's long skirt was heard when she shifted with discomfort in her position, still unconscious. Slowly, her eyes opened and she tried to adjust her sight to the dark and gloom that surrounded her.

It struck her a moment later that she wasn't in a