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Wouldn’t
this raise any suspicions? A house that big without a phone
line?
    Every day, Samira, closely watched by Amal
and the brothers, left the house in the van. While Arshad went
shopping, the others were in the car, protected by the darkened
windows.
    Then Samira tried a WiFi internet network
that could be invaded and started navigating. They often changed
position and network to not raise suspicions.
    It took a bit, Amal prayed, Tariq always
seemed to be in another world. Samira used all the features on the
laptop to download multiple files at once. Later, she would work
with them. She received passwords for some accounts of the
organization and started making transfers. At first, they were
monitored by the Doctor, far away, he followed everything over the
network.
     
    After some time, Samira joined up to that
strange community. They were all very reserved and cautious,
continued taking care of their lives.
    Their faith was impressive; they were living
with a sword over their heads. It made no difference at all! They
didn’t lose a night's sleep, and each new day was a blessing.
    They didn’t want to be anywhere else,
nothing more than that simple life. The men watching over, the
women taking care of the house.
     
    To be helpful, she offered to take care of
the chickens, she liked it since childhood. Also showed her skills
in the kitchen, her nice and brown fried chicken with a generous
onion and garlic sauce, was successful. She learned to eat with her
hands.
    And time went by.

 

The Disease
    Bin was only getting worse!
    Resources were limited, they had tried
everything they could, samples were sent for examination. They
didn’t find anything, it wasn’t rheumatism, arthrosis, arthritis,
gout, nothing. No bacteria, no trace of virus.
    The pain got worse every day.
    Samira was getting more scared. She was
afraid of being left if they decided to move suddenly; afraid of
what they would do with her if he died suddenly.
    She spent more and more of her precious time
on the net, visiting sites about health and medical advances. It
couldn’t be a common disease; otherwise they would have already
found it. She started looking for alternative therapies.
    She found several references, some sites
seemed reliable, linking the problem of muscle pain to fungal
infestations.
    It had everything to do with that. Years in
dark and damp caves. Poor diet, low in protein, natural defenses
decrease.
    She studied the subject deeply. It was
something new, the medical community was skeptical, but there were
many testimonies in favor.
     
    Apparently, the fungal colonies adhering to
the intestinal walls ended up making the wall permeable. Toxins
escaped from the intestinal tract and were deposited in the muscle
tissue, causing pain.
    Even if the explanation wasn’t exactly this,
it was worth a try.
    She spoke to Amal, who told her:
    - It can be that; when Bin was still in the
caves, he had some itching and took an antimycotic. The pain
actually decreased. After some time, the drug began to do more harm
than good, intoxicated him.
    It was a very good sign, she continued
looking.
     
    The suggested diet was relatively simple and
without risk. Cut down on anything that could ferment easily,
feeding the fungi, such as gluten, sugar, flour, etc. The idea was
killing fungi by starvation.
    He could eat only protein and vegetables.
Garlic, ginger and coconut oil, coadjuvants.
     
    She had to convince her patient. She found
it difficult to say to that noble warrior he was simply plenty of
fungi.
     
    She began comparing the human body to a
battlefield, which caught the attention of the Arab.
    - In this field, the battle never ends - she
said. Each new day, good microorganisms fight the evil ones and
vice versa. When we are happy, doing the right things, the good
ones start to win, we are healthy, otherwise we get sick.
     
    Bin thought this metaphor also had something
to do with his own struggle, but he felt terrible, was ready to