Like all children I had taken my father for granted. Now that I had lost him, I felt an emptiness that could never be filled. But I did not let myself cry, believing as a Muslim that tears pull a spirit earthward and won't let it be free.


Daughter of the East (ed. Hamish Hamilton, 1988)


Like all children I had taken my father for granted. Now that I had lost him, I felt an emptiness that could never be filled. But I did not let...

Like all children I had taken my father for granted. Now that I had lost him, I felt an emptiness that could never be filled. But I did not let...

Like all children I had taken my father for granted. Now that I had lost him, I felt an emptiness that could never be filled. But I did not let...

Like all children I had taken my father for granted. Now that I had lost him, I felt an emptiness that could never be filled. But I did not let...