"Now Sohail wonders if he should have reserved a little pity for these men. He feels the tug of an earlier self, a still-soft self: geographer, not guerrilla.[...] It is the softer self who leads him to explore the room behind the munitions store, who slides open the heavy metal door, who palms the wall, searching for a light switch - who is met with a sight that will continue to suck the breath out of him for a lifetime to come."
From The Good Muslim by Tahmima Anam