Bin Laden's Woman Read Online Free

as people
imagine, the man only sleeps with his favorite; the others had done
their role as mothers, become wise counselors and help taking care
of the family. Now, my wife is Amal, the fifth. She must have taken
care of you.
    - But...
    - We needed a reason to bring you here,
all our promises will be kept, but we need you for a bigger
mission. For all intents and purposes, you are my fiancée, everyone
will respect you as you deserve. Only Amal, the Doctor and I know
the whole truth. These two have given me proof of absolute loyalty
and I still believe they will do more. I hope you keep this secret
for your own safety. Anyway, don’t expect much understanding from
Amal, I assured her about her position, but you know how women are.
Please make yourself at home, our life is modest because the target
is our fight. Today, I can’t go on, my condition gets worse with
any effort; we’ll talk again tomorrow, sorry.
    The man closes his eyes and sighs.
    Samira leaves
the room.

 
     
The Plan
    In the following days, Amal explains to
Samira what is expected from her.
    The situation was becoming unsustainable.
With twenty-five million dollars prize for her husband's head, the
world was shrinking.
    The doctor thought that the only possible
escape route was Brazil, especially the inner cities of São
Paulo.
    They were pretty developed; the arrival of
a group of immigrants wouldn’t arouse much attention.
    They w ere used to Arabs, who were part of
the people, immigration and miscegenation was massive
there.
     
    Paradoxically, it was the only place in
the world where first word excellence and corruption could live
together.
    There was many good hospitals
and doctors, Bin needed treatment and an important plastic surgery.
He still refused to accept the idea of changing his face, he liked his image, but
it was the only way. He spent hours watching videos with his own
image, it seems he wanted to memory as he had been.
     
    Samira had everything they needed. A
Brazilian passport, an unsuspected name, a bank account and was an
expert on computers, internet, these things.
    They would b egin with modest transfers of
funds to Samira’s account; they would gradually buy some
properties. Finally, they would prepare for the moving.
    Most of this should be done by Samira via
internet. The messenger brothers were very trustable, but, except
for the arms, their knowledge about technology was zero.

 
     
    A N ew Life
    Samira was a tough girl, she wouldn’t sink
into despair, she thought a lot about her situation.
    Their plan was very simple. As for her, she
soon realized that she would become the key to the safe money box
and she would be closely watched, very closely.
    They were patient and careful when talked to
her about their struggle, hoping one day she could really
understand what Girad was, and do all she was expected to do by
faith in God. Samira soon realized that she should avoid any
indiscretion or she and all the Naffahs would pass into history as
some more martyrs of the Holy War.
    For those who had knocked down the Twin
Towers and a piece of the Pentagon, it would be a piece of cake,
definitely.
     
    She also couldn’t imagine what it would
happen to her when they got what they wanted. They didn’t seem to
worry about it. They trusted she would soon be fully engaged to the
Holy War, would be one of them. She knew this wasn’t going to
happen and she would be at great risk.
     
    - Take your time, they said, to avoid
suspicion. Moreover, Bin’s health was getting worse and worse, they
would have to move soon. Oh my God.
     
    Samira accepted the game, at least
temporarily; her fate was to do what they wanted. She had to keep
herself alive. After three thousand innocent people, one more, one
less wouldn’t make any difference to them.
     
    For safety reasons, the only communication
with the outside of the house happened when the brothers left for
shopping. They had no telephone, TV or internet.
    In today's world - Samira thought.