Coming back through the airport they strip-searched her again. Her youngest two were kept in the same room as she took off her clothes. She had them turn away. She could hear them weeping as she stepped out of her dress. She stayed stoic. Then they strip-searched the children too. In front of her. She knelt down by their sides, whispered to them as the clothes came off. Down to their underwear. She dressed them, then, slowly, button after button. She told them never to give in. Remain steadfast. Trust in Allah. Things would change. It was bound to happen.
