The painted window of the convent reflected a rainbow of light on the bed. It was my first experience of a comfortable bed. In my village we slept on mattresses spread on the floor. In prison I slept first on a mattress, then on a hard metal bed. `Good morning.' I smiled. Last night we arrived late. Khairiyya looked pale when she held the brass knocker and hit it against the base. A ruffled old woman opened the gate and let us in. Holding my bundle close to my chest I followed them dutifully through the candlelit corridors.When the old nun opened the door and said, `Your bedroom,' my chin started quivering. My bedroom was a spacious, well-lit room, with a huge bed in the middle covered with clean white sheets, pillows and blankets. `Don't be silly!' Khairiyya snapped. I held the tears back. `Thank you.' They closed the old wood door and said, `Goodnight' I opened the window and saw the moon in the middle of the sky above the deep valley.
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