Amanda s Sudan HolidayChapter 3
Abid was holding a small glass with a clear liquid in it. It looked like nothing more than water. I took the glass from him and drank it down without asking what it might be; I knew it wasn't water. It tasted so bitter that I almost threw up. Abid knew what my reaction was going to be as he quickly handed me a glass of wine. I downed all of it in one gulp. "What was that!" I gasped. "It is a substance that young men in the U.S.A. search for all their lives," Abid whispered in my ear....