Every class had one. The Admiral admitting that the school worked directly with Saudi Royal Forces and that these trained soldiers were positioned as students to keep us safe. This land had been Yemen two decades ago and rebel forces, including Al-Qaeda, were rumored to be in the area.
We were instructed not to make direct contact with these men. If discovered, to let them operate unnoticed. Basically, to continue teaching as if nothing unusual was happening. But I couldn’t help wondering who it was.
In down moments, my eyes would scan the class faces eliminating men one by one. This one too goofy. This one too immature. This one a liar. This one here for the right reasons. This one still in diapers. Twenty-five students in my classroom and one by one I checked them all off my list. Watching. Listening.
Saaed improved too much, it can’t be him. Raaed is too eager, fighting others to be heard. Abdu Aziz is too lazy, head downward on the desk asleep. Awed is not trustworthy, always sneaking off to smoke in the lavatory and pull the circuit breakers to disrupt class. Then again…