"Did she tell you that she likes to
sleep with women?" [the policeman] grins, pure poison, feeling like he has
made a hit. "That she is one of those faggots who fucks little
girls?" (the arabic he used is far cruder ... you get the idea)
My dad glances at me. I nod; we understand each other.
"She is my daughter," he says and I
can see the anger growing in his eyes, "and she is who she is and if you
want her, you must take me as well…."
"Your father," he says to the [other
policeman] who threatened to rape me, "does he know this is how you act?
He was an officer, yes? And he served in ..." (he mentions exactly and
then turns to the other) "and your mother? Wasn't she the daughter of
They are both wide-eyed, yes, that is right,
"What would they think if they heard how
you act? And my daughter? Let me tell you this about her; she has done many
things that, if I had been her, I would not have done. But she has never once
stopped being my daughter and I will never once let you do any harm to her. You
will not take her from here. And, if you try, know that generations of her
ancestors are looking down on you. Do you know what is our family name? You do?
Then you know where we stood when Muhammad, peace be upon him, went to Medina, you
know who it was who liberated al Quds, you know too, maybe, that my father
fought to save this country from the foreigners and who he was, know who my
uncles and my brothers were ... and if that doesn't shame you enough, you know
my cousins and you will leave here….”
"And right now, you two will both
apologize for waking her and putting her through all this. Do you understand
The first one nodded, then the second one.
"Go back to sleep," he said, "we are sorry for troubling