The Blond Tuareg

Sahara-tanned, wrinkly with a blue tinged face topped by a mop of pure white hair, the old man settled into his rocking chair as he gazed at his daughter who was filling the TV screen as if she was in the room.Samaki had dark brown hair like her mother and blue eyes from her father.She was as pretty as Cleopatra with an intelligence becoming of a nuclear scientist, looking much younger than her 30 years as she stood in the cavernous hall. She was about to speak to the General Assembly of the United Nations. Abdul Majid watched her touch her hair in the same way as her mother, pressing the small silver hairgrip in place, raising her head in a proud gesture and then she was ready.