The first lines from her book "The Sixth Day":
Shaking its load of rubble, the cart jolted along the country road, with old Om* Hassan seated beside the driver.
"I'll put you down and clear off at once," he grumbled.
"As you like."
Her eyes were fixed on the horizon waiting for her village to appear with the dawn. The man had tried several times to dissuade her from making the journey. "You're all right in Cairo; what do you want to go down there for? The cholera has been ravaging the countryside. It won't be a pretty sight for you."
"I must go."
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