Yusuf’s fingers traced the contour lines on the first detailed map. His uncle pointed to the northern region. "Tell me, what do you see?"
"Patience, Yusuf," his uncle said, sliding a heavy, leather-bound volume across the counter. "You want to understand the land? Do not look at your phone. Look at this."
Yusuf squinted at the symbols. He saw the Rif Mountains, shaded in rugged browns. He noticed the tiny blue veins representing the rivers flowing into the Mediterranean. "The land is harsh," Yusuf noted. "The roads wind sharply."
