![]() ![]() Superstitious, Zehrunisa had noticed that some of the family's most profitable days occurred after she had showered abuses on her eldest son. His mother stepped carefully over one of his younger brothers, and then another, bending low to Abdul's ear. Because his family lacked the floor space for all of its members to lie down, Abdul was asleep on the gritty maidan, which for years had passed as his bed. A country dizzy now with development and circulating money.ĭawn came gusty, as it often did in January, the month of treed kites and head colds. It was about as hopeful a season as there had ever been in the years since a bitty slum popped up in the biggest city of a country that holds one-third of the planet's poor. Keep rewinding, back seven more months, and stop at an ordinary day in January 2008. See Fatima minutes earlier, dancing on crutches to a raucous love song, her delicate features unscathed. ![]() See the flames engulfing a disabled woman in a pink- flowered tunic shrink to nothing but a matchbook on the floor. ![]() Rewind, see Abdul running backward, away from the station and the airport, shirt buttons opening as he flies back toward his home. Let it keep, the moment when Officer Fish Lips met Abdul in the police station. ![]()
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