The Purple Head Scarf

Sarah's isolation dragged on and on. A whole year passed. From time to time, her interrogator would give her something like a note book or some photos printed out from a web site. She wasn't really told anything about where these objects came from or why she was getting em so she would come up with her own theory. I was given a beautiful head scarf, this purple head scarf, that i decided was from my mother. That was the most beautiful color in my cell, that purple scarf. The memory i have of the scarf, i remember the scarf coming in at a time of extreme desperation,. When i my interrogators told me that that the us. Wasn't going