The sun is high in the sky, and heat shimmers above the desert sand in wavy bands. It is oppressive. Nearly a week after fleeing Fallujah for this sandy plain, there is still no tent to protect you, no food to sustain you.
When the time comes for midday prayer, your mind becomes focused. You are displaced from your home, but it is still Ramadan. Like so many others, you fix your attention to worship God in your heart, to acknowledge your need for purity.
And so you begin preparations.