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And if your husband, when you get him, isn’t the finest thing that ever happened, I’ll punch his head!”But Mariam’s favorite, other than Jalil of course, was MullahFaizullah, the elderly village Koran tutor, itsakhund He came byonce or twice a week from Gul Daman to teach Mariam thefive dailynamaz prayers and tutor her in Koran recitation, justas he had taught Nana when she’d been a little girl It wasMullah Faizullah who had taught Mariam to read, who hadpatiently looked over her shoulder as her lips worked thewords soundlessly, her index finger lingering beneath eachword, pressing until the nail bed went white, as though shecould squeeze the meaning out of the symbols. It was MullahFaizullah who had held her hand, guided the pencil in it alongthe rise of eachalef, the curve of eachbeh, the three dots ofeachseh.Then a pair of hands buried into her armpits and she waslifted off the ground. Mariam kicked. The pebbles spilled fromher pocket. Mariam kept kicking and crying as she was carriedto the car and lowered onto the cold leather of the backseat.”Your mother, may Allah forgive her, was a troubled andunhappy woman, Mariam jo. She did a terrible thing to herself.”No? That’s good, then. Good for you. Well, this is your homenow. You’re going to like it here. You’ll see. Did I tell you wehave electricity? Most days and every night?”He made as if to leave. At the door, he paused, took a longdrag, crinkled his eyes against the smoke. Mariam thought hewas going to say something. But he didn’t. He closed the door,left her alone with her suitcase and her flowers.One day, as they were lying this way, Mammy said, “Ahmadwas going to be a leader. He had the charisma for it-Peoplethree times his age listened to him with respect, Laila. It wassomething to see. And Noon Oh, my Noor. He was alwaysmaking sketches of buildingsand bridges. He was going to bean architect, you know. He was going to transform Kabul withhis designs. And now they’re bothshaheed, my boys, bothmartyrs.”Laila lay there and listened, wishing Mammy would noticethatshe, Laila, hadn’t becomeshaheed, that she was alive, here,in bed with her, that she had hopes and a future. But Lailaknew that her future was no match for her brothers’ past.Laila was in the kitchen, making carafes ofdogh with Giti. Gitiwas no longer as shy, or as serious, as before. For severalmonths now, the perpetual severe scowl had cleared from herbrow. She laughed openly these days, more frequently, and-itstruck Laila-a bit flirtatiously. She had done away with the drabponytails, let her hair grow, and streaked it with red highlights.These were the circumstances of her life, the inescapabletruths of it. cheap nike sneakers for men Then Laila struck the wall. Crashed to the ground. On herface and arms, a shower of dirt and pebbles and glass. Thelast thing she was aware of was seeing something thud to theground nearby. A bloody chunk of something. On it, the tip ofa red bridge poking through thick fog.A skewer pointed in return. In Rasheed’s version, he held theskewer. Mariam had her doubts.When the doorman went inside, Mariam and Rasheed waited.”I wish I’d taken you with me,” Tariq nearly whispered.It would end like this, then, Laila thought. What a pitiableend-But then the darkness began to lift. She had a sensationof rising up, of being hoisted up. The ceiling slowly came back,expanded, and now Laila could make out the crack again, andit was the same old dull smile. cheap nike sneakers for men “I knew you would be,” Jack replied; “I could have done it alone, but I was sure you’d enjoy helping, and I’m not the sort of fellow that goes back on a friend, you know. Twelve o’clock sure,—does your clock strike the hours?””Is that so?” asked Matt, reflectively. “Then I guess it’s time for me to be thinking about getting in love. And I know it’s dinner time. 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This is almost certain to escape observation unless specially looked for, and the death is attributed to a sudden failure of the action of the heart.”Yes, my dear,” Miss Mary said, smiling.”I’ll tell you the kind of a girl she is,” Howard said, ignoring the question. “Of course, a man never would get stuck with Laura at a dance, but she’s the kind, if she thought he was stuck, would make some sort of excuse—say she wanted to speak to her mother—so as to shake him. No man ever wants to get clear of Laura, but she’s that kind of girl. That’s why men hang round so.”She feared she might say hurtful things if she stayed: that sheknewthe jinn was a lie, that Jalil had told her that what Nanahad was a disease with a name and that pills could make itbetter. She might have asked Nana why she refused to seeJalil’s doctors, as he had insisted she do, why she wouldn’ttake the pills he’d bought for her. If she could articulate it, shemight have said to Nana that she was tired of being aninstrument, of being lied to, laid claim to, used. That she wassick of Nana twisting the truths of their life and making her,Mariam, another of her grievances against the world.Mariam lay down. Closed her eyes. After a while, she heardhim softly shut the door.”How long will you be gone?” she’d asked when Tariq hadtold her that his parents were taking him south, to the city ofGhazni, to visit his paternal uncle.”Are you thirsty?”But Mammy said nothing. She did nothing but sway back andforth and stare at the rug with a remote, spiritless look.Not the neighborhood. Not Kabul. But Afghanistan altogether.The years had not been kind to Mariam. But perhaps, shethought, there were kinder years waiting still. A new life, a lifein which she would find the blessings that Nana had saidaharami like her would never see. Two new flowers hadunexpectedly sprouted in her life, and, as Mariam watched thesnow coming down, she pictured Mullah Faizullah twirlinghisiasbeh beads, leaning in and whispering to her in his soft,tremulous voice,But it is God Who has planted them, Mariamjo. And it is His will that you tend to them. It is His will, mygirl.”We know,” he began, clearing his throat and politely coveringhis mouth with a fist, “that you have already told one lietoday,kamshira The young man at the station was not yourcousin. He told us as much himself. The question is whetheryou will tell more lies today. Personally, I advise you against it.””We were going to stay with my uncle,” Laila said “That’s thetruth.”The policeman nodded. “Thehamshira in the corridor, she’syour mother?””Yes.””She has a Herati accent. You don’t.””She was raised in Herat, I was born here in Kabul.””Of course. And you are widowed? You said you were. Mycondolences. And this uncle, thiskaka, where does he live?””In Peshawar.””Yes, you said that.” He licked the point of his pencil andpoised it over a blank sheet of paper. “But where inPeshawar? Which neighborhood, please? Street name, sectornumber.”Laila tried to push back the bubble of panic that was comingup her chest. She gave him the name of the only street sheknew in Peshawar-she’d heard it mentioned once, at the partyMammy had thrown when the Mujahideen had first come toKabul-“Jamrud Road.””Oh, yes. Same street as the Pearl Continental Hotel. He mighthave mentioned it.”Laila seized this opportunity and said he had. “That very samestreet, yes.””Except the hotel is on Khyber Road.”Laila could hear Aziza crying in the corridor. “My daughter’sfrightened. May I get her, brother?””I prefer ‘Officer.’ And you’ll be with her shortly. Do you havea telephone number for this uncle?””I do. I did. I…” Even with the burqa between them, Lailawas not buffered from his penetrating eyes. “I’m so upset, Iseem to have forgotten it.”He sighed through his nose. He asked for the uncle’s name,his wife’s name. How many children did he have? What weretheir names? Where did he work? How old was he? Hisquestions left Laila flustered.Rice, boiled plain and white, with no meat or sauce, was arare treat now. They skipped meals with increasing andalarming regularity. Sometimes Rasheed brought home sardinesin a can and brittle, dried bread that tasted like sawdust.But just as he was bearing down on her, Mariam saw Lailabehind him pick something up from the ground. She watchedLaila’s hand rise overhead, hold, then come swooping downagainst the side of his face. Glass shattered. 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