The portly, balding Sabah, a father of two, glances nervously at the television.
Some, like Sabah, received immigration approval almost two years ago, but decided to stay in Iraq.
The little gunboat Sabah was bobbing at her moorings, and Piang joined the crowd that was gazing in wonder at the strange craft.
The mist lifted after reveille and the troops were astonished that the Sabah had disappeared.
A sudden darkening shadow startled the captain of the Sabah, and he pointed toward the mountains.
Solemnly they exchanged inquiring glances, then in mock indignation glowered at the Sabah.
The island toward which the Sabah was making her way seemed blacker and denser than its more frivolous neighbors.
The chug-chug of the engine was the only sound as the trim little gunboat Sabah slipped along.
In its center it seemed to bear a restless, struggling mass, and the passengers on the Sabah watched it nervously.