Every family has secrets, Reena, and they’re there for a reason.
If Allah has willed it that way… He must have better plans for you child…
You don’t live in luxury! You are relegated to sleep in the little store room behind the kitchen with the cockroaches and rats and are at the mercy of Mrs. Gupta,’ Reena was indignant. ‘It’s five-star accommodation compared to a mud hut.
What better hiding place than an old, woodlice-ridden album of photographs!
She liked the way a ray of mild autumn sun infiltrating the thick cluster of trees caught a reddish orange leaf swirling in the wind and transformed it golden yellow. She liked that it wasn’t a leaf she recognised, that she could name or associate with her past.
You are a girl, Shirin. Girls don’t run around naked.’‘Why?’‘They just don’t.