دانلود رمان انگلیسی “در دریا”

Zainab had worked her entire career for this. She couldn’t quite believe she’d made it, still unsure whether or not it was all a cruel trick. This uncertainty was responsible for her current hesitation. Offshore, the rules were different. No matter what was promised on the beach, you could only be certain once you landed on the rig. Even then, claiming your position was no straightforward task. Provocations were as much a part of the job as steel-capped boots. From a warm slug of human shit on her bedroom doormat, to a bucket of blood over her hijab as she entered the cafeteria, Zainab had borne her share with grim acceptance. Such incidents were not personal attacks but tests, less about the prank itself and more about the reaction. She had learnt to control herself, expert at denying the boys’ satisfaction. If she gave them nothing, they would tire and move on. It didn’t make the moment itself any easier. But it was the only way to survive. Bismillah… She stepped inside. The door swung shut, a guillotine blade silencing the ambient hum of machinery. The toolpusher’s quarters were rumoured to be the finest accommodation on the platform; superior to the bunk beds crew members slept in, grander even, than the Company Man’s suite. But in her eighteen years working offshore, Zainab had never caught a glimpse. She had always been too frightened to venture up to the officers’ level, with its pristine floors and iron-creased uniforms. Not scared of the men, per se, but gossip’s sharp teeth.